Jenny rolled back and forward in a pirate fashion. "This be the first bar." Lapinette could see the Wabbit wasn't happy. "Wabbit, we could at least try it." The Wabbit didn't like yellow. In fact, he hated it. And it also reminded him of the popular tune by the Beatles. He didn't like that either. Jenny laughed. "There be all your favourite rum cocktails." Lapinette hid a smile. The Wabbit only liked one rum cocktail. That was Cuba Libre. Then Jenny said, "There be prosecco, but it also be in yellow." The Wabbit thought he could tolerate that. Lapinette giggled. "I'm going to have a yellow prosecco and if there's a juke box, I'll play songs by Yello." "Oh Yeah," quipped the Wabbit. Lapinette gave a sickly smile. "Bow wow, chick chicka chick, oh yeah," Now the Wabbit swayed. "I'm beginning to warm to the idea, oh yeah, oh yeah." Lapinette swayed too, "The moon, beautiful, the sun even more beautiful. Ah ha ha." Jenny guffawed. "I think you'd better get on that submarine oh yeah. You can have a good time, such a good time, like the pirates of old, chicka chicka." The Wabbit jumped up and down like a dog. "Bow bow wow!" he yelled. He paused. "Got any Malibu?" Lapinette shouted. "The sicklier the better."
