"Well done everyone!" says Frank, stepping into the lush cellar.

"Let's see, now, what have we here..." He stoops to inspect the first set of barrels. A little drop hangs from the spigot of one, and he catches it delicately on his finger and pops it in his mouth.

He reels back with a horrified gasp, and Gertrude immediately begins growling at the treacherous barrels. "WINE!" he cries.