Maro and the gang strike a weird pose and sound off with a cry of “the butcher knife that burns in flame.” Morina, who could not sync up, gets left behind. An elderly man and his kimono-wearing granddaughter arrive, and Festa prepares “the usual” for them. Can Morina serve them flawlessly under such a tense mood?!
Chosen by the Heavens, we are 
the Braves of Trattoria Festa!
!نحن شجعان تراتّوريا فيستا المختارون من السّماء
Wir sind die vom Himmel auserkorenen
Helden der Trattoria Festa!
Somos los héroes valientes
de la trattoria Festa.
Somos los héroes valientes
de la trattoria Festa.
La brave trattoria Festa,
élue des dieux !
Siamo gli eroi prescelti
della Trattoria Festa! 
Escolhidos pelos Céus, somos
 os Bravos da Trattoria Festa!