Gary, Larry, Terry, Sherri, Mary, and Lou walked down that catwalk for the last time that day. Or rather, Gary and Larry walked, whilst carrying Sherri and Mary, who were thus not walking, on their backs, and Terry walked beside them, holding up Lou's useless feet in wheelbarrow fashion.
And the sunset kissed them all goodbye.
And of course, from there, we have only one course of action that makes even a remote amount of sense; start at the the beginning again.
And of course, from that, we deduce that starting at the beginning, being the sensible option, is the option we must not take while telling a story of non-sense.
And of course, from this, we determine that the option we are left with is to start elsewhere. Let's go with the near-end for now:
"This is some splendid rumpled ice cream, Lou," said Lou, standing on one hand as he ate the laces from Terry's shoes. Terry seemed to be quite happy about this, and he grabbed Lou's own feet so that he could have some tasty laces of his own.
But just then, the others waltzed by, quite literally dancing, and informed Lou and Terry that they were going to walk down the catwalk one last time before the ants got rid of it for good. So Lou stuffed the rest of the laces into his mouth and began hand-walking, with Terry still holding his feet and eyeing up his shoelaces hungrily.
Harry, Barry, Terry, Berri, Jerry, and Lou walked down that catwalk for the last time that day. Or rather, Berri and Barry walked, whilst carrying Harry and Jerry, who were thus not walking, on their shoulders, and Terry walked beside them, holding up Lou's now useless feet in wheelbarrow fashion.
And the sunrise kissed them all goodbye.
Well, that wasn't very satisfying. Far too short. Perhaps we should start from somewhere middle-ish.