Trinity rises and emits a huge yawn that would frighten a bear. "Dad-blame it! Ya git up too early and bed down for a short nap but then don' wake up till the end of the day!!!" Grumpy, groggy and hungry, Trinity sees Slim standing over a dutch oven. Slim fills Trinity in on the events of the day and warns him that if he doesn't get to Dodge and round up some pards to help with the work, Delmonico will be mighty upset.
As Trinity saddles up, Gophergrease comes up and tells Trinity that he has the Cherries but no Cocoa. "No problem, pard. Ah should be able to fahnd some goooood cocoa in Dodge. Ah'll bring some back. Wazzat, Slim? Delmonico wanted some Honey bees? No problem."
Slim chuckles to himself as Trinity trots off. "Boy is Delmonico gonna be bad at him, hee hee"
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Delmonico rides into Dodge and stops first at the market and retrieves cocoa for Gophergrease and then beelines for the nearest saloon. Boy, has it been a long time!!!
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Several hours later, Trinity rides into camp on a buckboard with two folks behind him. He hands Gophergrease his cocoa and rides the buckboard over to Delmonicos tent where he leaves it to return to the fire. There are two large boxes on the back of the buckboard from which a buzzing sound can be heard.
"What's in the boxes?" asked Slim. Ah ran into a crazy lady named Martha that kept on talking about her honey bees, so I bought them boxes from her. At first, Ah thought she was referrin' to somptin else but realized that she really did have bees and the honey pot she was offerin was indeed a pot of honey. Anyway, Ah thought Delmonico oughta like that since this lady is a cook or sumptin like that. Heck, he might even know her. Where is that ole pole cat anyway?"
While they were talking some of the bees were finding their way into Delmonico's tent.
"Ah found these here pards in the saloon. Fellers, meet Cable Hogue and his friend the Rev. Joshua Douglas Sloan. They promised that they are hard workers and never let anything divert their attention... Oh by the way, Ah brought some cases of likker fer us and that mule of yourn, Gophergrease. Ah think it is best, though, that we keep it under wraps lest Delmonico puts more of that Ipeekack throw-up juice in it again!"
Trinity drags a case over to the fire and the guys all tear into the bottles. Soon they are all singing (not very well) and leaning on each other...
Trinity strugles to speak: "Shay, Gofergreezy, wha happen to yer moooles ar?"