Patty and Burt had Brer Fox meet them by the Slippin' Falls again.
"So. Brer Fox. We're here to have a friendly little chat. Why'd you decide to make such a dangerous 'toy'?" said Burt.
"Cuz makin' chris'mas gifts iz stupid. Sorry fo tryna have sum fun" said Brer Fox.
"Fun?!" Patty snapped. "Is that why you came to toy making class? For fun?"
"No. I came cuz y'all told me I had to" said Brer Fox.
"You sliced a poor innocent stuffed puppy in half, and widowed poor Mrs Sugarbuttons. You probably like that kind of thing! You make me sick!" Patty shouted.
Burt pulled the girl away. "I apologize for Patty; she can get a little hotheaded."
"People, I know you's playin' good cop bad cop. I bin interrogated by de best" said Brer Fox.
He looked at Burt's pants. "Aldo neva by a cop wit iz pants unzipped."
Burt zipped up his fly. "Holy European breeze!"
"Well, that tainted the investigation" said Patty.
Burt rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Brer Fox, what were you thinking? The toys we were making were to be gifts for needy kids."
"So wut?" said Brer Fox.
"So these kids don't have much. This is a nice way to..." Patty began.
"I don't care 'bout doze kids! I don't care 'bout any o' diss! Jes' leave me alone" Brer Fox shouted before leaving.
Patty sighed. "Gee, Burt, this is terrible."
"And frustrating. Why didn't you tell me my fly was down?" said Burt.
"Because I'm... the bad cop" said Patty with pomp.
Back in the barn, Jeremy had Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear wear big winter coats in the scorching heat of Florida.
"It's too hot! Does we really have ter wear deez coats?" said Brer Rabbit.
"Yes! The best way for Harold to learn to fly is to pretend it's Christmas" said Jeremy.
"You sho pretendin' will work?" said Brer Bear.
"It's an actor's job to pretend. I spent most of my career pretending someone had been killed" said Jeremy firmly.
"Wow, you needs a hug" Brer Rabbit cringed.
"Right then. Let's get to it" said Jeremy.
Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear were still telling the truth rather than acting.
"It feels like it's a thous'nd d'greez in heeah!" said Brer Rabbit.
"Seriously, I's makin' butt soup" said Brer Bear.
"Not bad for amateurs" said Jeremy sarcastically.
Brer Rabbit and Brer Bear then pretended to shiver.
"It sho does feel christmassy around heeah, Brer Harold" said Brer Rabbit.
"Yeah. You can tell by deez drops o' holiday cheea rollin' down Brer Jeremy's fo-head" said Brer Bear.
"Yes..." said Jeremy unimpressed. "Now, Brer Rabbit. Did you put that bucket of mashed potato flakes in the loft like I ask you to?"
"Yessuh, Brer Jeremy" said Brer Rabbit.
"Good show. When Brer Bear gives the signal, pull the rope and the flakes will rain down in a delicious wintery blizzard" Jeremy instructed.
Brer Rabbit moved over to the loft.
"A'ight, Brer Harold. You cleah fo takeoff. Get reddy ter fly" said Brer Bear.
Brer Rabbit pulled the rope and gooey mashed potatoes splattered all over Jeremy.
"Oh my goodness!" Jeremy gasped.
"Brer Rabbit, did you put watta in de mash putatas?" said Brer Bear.
"Yep!" answered Brer Rabbit.
"Why?!" Jeremy snapped.
"Cuz it's hilarious! I couldn't resist" said Brer Rabbit.
"Brer Jeremy, stay right dare" said Brer Bear.
"Are you getting me a towel?" said Jeremy.
"Nope. I's gettin' sum gravy. And maybe a roll" said Brer Bear.
