Brainley is still at the haberdasher's counter. There is a large hat box behind him; it has a flat top and is slightly bigger than him.

Clerk: Okay, let me just ring this up...oh, and of course there's the matter of the hat tax.

Brainley: Hat tacks? But you told me no assembly needed!

Brainley is now standing on top of the hat box as if in protest.

Clerk: No no no, the hat tax. Look, it says here in writing - a tax.

Brainley: Riding tack? But I don't even own a horse!

Narrator: Elsewhere in the store...

Ferdinand and Oolong are playing dress-up. Ferdinand is exquisitely dressed in a Brummell-style suit, sash, a very dandy top hat with plume, and monocle. Oolong has a pair of pants stuck over his head.

Ferdinand: Shopkeep! More monocles for my bandolier!

Oolong: There's something very odd about this headband but I can't figure out what.