Gopher Grease scraches his head, trying to figer what happened to all the feather beds that was coming. As he looks all over and none in site.
The cuppola! Looking up there he finds them all in a stack.
He thinks, that the FFg aint to move furishings any more.
After putting one in each bed room, he starts the oven warming. After looking in the old Sicilan cook book, he whips out a big batch of "Biscotti del fig". Now Del can have some with his expresso.