Yes! An opening! Yakko sticks the Groucho glasses onto Erin's face and slips between her hands like a bar of soap, landing in a perfect Arabesque atop her head.

"Thank you, thank you, I'm here every night for the rest of my life!" he cackles, and bounds off her head towards the exit, moving over tables and chair with the sort of grace only someone unbothered by physics can manage.

"For someone who isn't a pirate anymore, you sure haven't lost your touch in acquiring boo-tay!"

Censor THAT you hack writer!!