While the cats were entering the hotel, Heckle and Jeckle entered the town, riding a single mule, their packs hanging over each side of it.
"I don't think I could stay awake a moment longer!" Jeckle groaned, clutching his companion's back.
"Neither can I, chum." Heckle replied groggily. From the slowness of the mule's movements, it was exhausted too.
"I say, old featherhead, there's a place we can stay!" Jeckle exclaimed softly, pointing to the Green Hotel.
They tied their mule to a post, removed their packs, and went inside the hotel, where they saw the slim feline manager.