Blick. Flick, you're a genius. But it must be done at once or he won't be dry by morning. Get the utensils.
Blick. [Marching to the pump.]
- Here's the pump to douse him with!
Snick. [Fetching the basin.]
- Here are the suds to souse him with!
Flick. [Bringing the sponge.]
- Here's the sponge to sop him with!
Plick. [Hurrying with the broom.]
- Here's the broom to mop him with!
Glick. [Running with the soap.]
- Here's the soap to scrub him with!
Whick. [Waving the towel.]
- Here's the cloth to rub him with!
- [They surround Quee, who stands abashed, his finger in his mouth.
Blick. Quee, you are going to be . . .
