Dukey looked down at the pool of half-digested ice cream, pickles, and mustard in his lap, and the scent of it mixed with stomach acid caused him to gag, and he tried to hold back, but heaved, heaved again, and up came the contents of his own stomach, all over the floor. He noticed an orderly look up, and tried to act as innocent as he could, as he slinked off to the bathroom, to clean himself up.<br/><br/>As he came back out, he finally heard the nurse call out "Clara Klutz and Marcel Rudbutter? The doctors will see you now." He walked back to them, carefully avoiding the poor soul who had to mop up the mess on the floor, and helped Clara and Bubba to the examination room, one on each side of him with an arm draped over his shoulders. Dukey couldn't help but sing softly as he thought of what they must look like. "...Here we come, walkin' down the street. We get the funniest looks from...everyone we meet. Hey, hey, we're the Monkees! People say we monkey around. But we're too busy singin', to put anybody down..."