And now Chris ruins my life by introducing me to the joys of blogging my horrible drawings.
Just so that the tens of viewers here won't be confused, those aren't potatoes that are dropping into the pot, they're coins. Or shillings, or whatever the hell denomination leprechauns horde.
And the squiggly seismic chart lines on the bottom are indeed grass. The sun's especially happy to see the dynamic duo saving their hard-won earnings for a rainy day.