Still at the haberdasher's counter. Brainley is wearing the bowler hat he is still in the process of purchasing. Ferdinand sticks his head into the scene.

Ferdinand: Oi, shopkeep! I said...er, hello!

Brainley: Greetings! Say, you look familiar. Do I know you?

Ferdinand: Me? No, no...

Brainley: Are you sure? I could have sworn I've seen you around somewhere.

Ferdinand: Well, I --

Brainley: Oh, wait, that couldn't be it - I'm not from this era!

Ferdinand: Er. Right. Well, I ought to be going now...but not to liberate a hamster ambassador! No, I'm going to...um...go compete in the Pudding Throwing Championships!

Brainley: Good luck!

Ferdinand runs offscreen. Brainley sits deep in thought for a moment.

Sound FX: *zip*

Brainley: Wait a minute! The Pudding Throwing Championships aren't due to be invented for another 40 years! After him!

Brainley: Brainley runs off with his hat. The counter is now empty.

Sound FX: *zoom*

Haberdasher (from offscreen): Wait! Come back! None of you have paid your hat tax yet!