Heh heh, yep, sounds like "Indy" was probably rolling his eyes and saying, "Sheesh, moms are so protective...I have adventures and treasure ahead, ready to plunder, woo hoo! Mom, no crying, sheesh..."
Of course Marc and I always picture a local rodentia hangout/cocktail patio that all the boys head over to in the evenings for live entertainment, complete with pretty hanging lanterns, lakeside, with a huge open air patio and ratty drinks...
Mr. Ferret on lead guitar, hamsters with tambourines, big chunky guinea pig on drums, a handsome strapping rat boy bass player, and so forth, with Windham, Jeffrey, Klausse, Wolfgang, Russell and all their other buddies, meeting up with some girl ratties for a night of music and flirting, before a big morning of adventuring the next day.
Waiter: Would you all care for another round of zee strawberry yogurt margaritas?"
The Rat Pack: "Nooo, thanks Pierre, we have a big day tomorrow...Jeffrey is taking us into the fabled Jungle of Corn Cobs to look for the elusive Nom Nom Lair..."
(Of course, I do have one detail that is probably not accurate...all the boys would obviously not decline another round of strawberry yogurt margaritas...rats and yummies equals no moderation whatsoever! So on with a new round of ratty drinks! )