“Hey, got any grapes?” a duck asks the fearful lemonade man, who stares back with widened-eyes. 

“Do you have grapes?” 

“N-n-no….”

“Why,” the duck, fueled by a lack of grapes, deadpans.

A newly-formed crowd gathers; a thunderstorm ominously brews as Duck asks again: “Do you have grapes?”  

The man realizes if the duck doesn’t get what it wants, the world may end. “For the love of God, grapes? Anyone?” the lemonade man begs the crowd. 

“I’VE GOT A GRAPE!” someone shouts. Relief floods over them. 

“Thank you for the grape, Lemonade Man,” and Duck leaves, the weather returning to normal.