Glancing over at a clock on the wall, Pops strolled into the center of the room. He coughed to get everyone's attention. However, no one seemed to hear him. Again the old basset hound coughed, this time a little louder. Yet there was still no reactions from the other animals.

All of the sudden, a series of bangs could be heard in the kitchen. Whirling around, everyone saw that Sweetpea and Myron were behind the ruckus, smashing two frying pans together as loudly as possible. Satisfied with their work, Sweetpea pointed one of the pans towards Pops.

"Thank you Yellow Bird," Pops thanked Sweetpea. Rolling his eyes, Myron took the pans and dragged them into the kitchen without a word. Chirping, Sweetpea flew over and landed on Buddy's head. Clearing his throat, Pops spoke softly, "Time to go home youngsters. Have a merry Christmas." Faint murmurs of farewell went around the room as the others began dispersing.