McGURK ARRIVES AT RESTAURANTE 1831. UNFORTUNATELY, IT TURNS OUT TO BE A DANCE CLUB, NOT A RESTAURANT. AND WE ALL KNOW HOW McGURK FEELS ABOUT DANCING...

MCGURK: Ah! It's not jazz! It's mariachi music! All those trumpets and guitars! It's so catchy! That rhythm! Must... control... tapping foot... and grooving hips. No time... to lose. Run away! Aaaiiiieeeeeee!

HUEVO: Hey, McGurk! Is that you running wildly way over there?