After stuffing his jacket pockets with herbs, roots, mushrooms, bark, and a few small animal bones, Coyote begins to make his way toward the promise of expired beer in the dumpster behind the gas station. However, halfway there, he thinks better of it and heads for the inn instead.
"Can't be too careful these days... Besides, might be able to scam a few drinks from the Scooby-Doo gang."
He walks down the sidewalk, periodically looking over his shoulder, keeping a wary eye out for trouble. As he walks, he hums a tune from his younger days.
"♫Take a little walk to the edge of town and go across the tracks...♫"
He stops a few paces outside the inn to take a nip from the flask hidden inside his jacket.
"♫They're whispering his name 'cross this disappearing land, but hidden in his coat is a red right hand...♫"
"Yep," he says to no one, "everything's coming up Milhouse..."