Bev: Don't get your tail feathers in the bunch, everyone. My fridge broke down, but help is on the way. Delivery Duck: Ducktown Ice! Delivery for Bev! Waddle: Ice. (puts his tongue on the ice, his tongue is stuck, and tries to pull it off.) Help! My tongue is stuck! Ed: Don't lick that, Waddle! Oly: You know where it's been. Delivery Duck: I can tell you where it's been, folks. This ice was cut from a genuine northern glacier. Bill, Ed, Oly, Waddle, Bev, Cecil: Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooo! Delivery Duck: It's all part of our new designer ice promotion at the Ducktown ice company. Aldo: I'll help.