[ Crickee, still drunk on the single bite of alcoholic ice cream it had, chirps woozily. It's in no condition right now to come up with good names but...maybe in a little bit... Mushu, meanwhile, peers over his shoulder and around at the booth, still holding up against the sunny beach weather. ]

What do you mean, what am I gonna do with it? I'm keepin' it, what else? There're still plenty o' wishes to grant. I ain't some kinda one-and-done kinda guy.

[ The audacity. An idea comes to him, and he looks up at Susie expectantly. ]

Y'know, you could help me grant wishes. Maybe that's what our new squad does, grant wishes!