The two tunnel digging banditos finally reached the spot they have been aiming for. The little bassett hound yelps happily.

So we can drill up here into the vault and we get the loot.

The llama grins as he takes out a drill.
Yup.

As the duo make a hole in the ceiling, the llama pokes his head through.
This is weird, El Puppito. There isn't any gold, just some bars and people drinking.

Ummm...b-b-b-boss, they...umm...burned down the b-b-bar a few nights ago. I...think...think that ...we...should...probably keep looking.

This is the place. There is the bartender and Huxley and..Oooh yeah, Huxley..didn't he...and wolves...and....Ithinkweshoulddefinatelykeeplookin gfortheMoonfamilyvaultRIGHTNOW!!!!

*The llama pulls his head out of the ceiling of the tunnel and the duo flee down the tunnel and away from the haunted bar.*