In this chapter, I will: Introduce a new character, bring rat dad back into the mix, and sprinkle a bit of lore about the setting.

Yonotsune, You Don't Say

Down in the sewers of Osaka, in a section of the network repurposed as a lair home for a family of mutants, four turtles were chilling after another arduous day.

Hiro was lying on his spiky-shelled back on a beanbag as he stared up into the concrete ceiling of the lair's main hub. "Well, I think that was another night of good work, everyone!" He tilted his head in Basho's direction. "What's our score count on mosquitoes we caught?"

Basho didn't bother looking back at his brother but obliged to check his digital counter without any unnecessary fuss. "Well, let me check." He pressed a few keys. "Calculating…we are at: Zero."

Hiro didn't have anything to say at the moment, but instead opted to hammer the back of his head back down on the beanbag, resuming his stare at the ceiling. "Man!" he groaned loudly, lifting his hands in bewilderment. "How is it so hard to find even one pesky glowing bug in the middle of Osaka? It shouldn't even be hard to spot, right?"

"In a city filled to the brim with lights, noises, and plenty of colors, sure it's totally easy," Basho rolled his eyes in response. He humorously held up a photo of the average Osaka nightlife on his phone in front of Hiro's face for good measure. Hiro felt something come up his throat as he got ready to say something back to his purple-masked brother, but immediately swallowed it back down.

"Hey guys, I know we're trying to work on saving the city from mosquitoes making more mutants," Mon piped up, "but it's getting kinda tiring right now. How about something fun for a break?" He was lounging on the neighboring ledge just above the rest of his brothers.

"I second that suggestion," Hoku raised a hand, feeling the desire for a laxer activity schedule as well. "We've been all over the city and we haven't stopped at any of the good spots. Like, really stopped for the good parts of town. I've been dying to check if that new ride at Universal Studios Japan opened yet."

Hiro fidgeted on his bean bag. "Well, sure guys. I know we're kinda tired, but those bugs are still flying out there, possibly about to make another mutant as we're talking. Maybe we shouldn't be slowing down right now."

"Okay, so why are you still talking then?" Basho responded while tapping away at his phone.

Hiro blinked a couple times. "Okay, you got a point. So, what's good in the city right now?"

Mon was actually the first one to speak up, despite him drawing out his phone a while after Basho did. "I know! How about we check out that izakaya joint across the street from Kuromon Market? I know dad likes those kinds of stuff."

"Zettai chau, buddy," Hoku lightly tapped a finger on his little brother's head. "That kind of stuff's what only dad likes, and also what only dad can have. We can't have that, so you can't either." He took a second to observe the pouty pushed-lower lip expression Mon had on his face.

The sounds of light pitter-patter footsteps from behind the group interrupted their discussion, making them turn their heads to see their dad Mokuhen himself walking in on their talk. "Well, hey there, my boys," he greeted them in his trademark 'round fun' persona, "Were you all talking about something fun?"

The boys didn't know what to say for a second; after all, it wasn't like their dad ever got himself involved in their usually harebrained discussions on a regular basis. "Uh…yeah dad," Hiro answered their rat dad for the rest of the group, "just talking about getting a night out…no need to get worried about us. Right guys?" he asked the other three turtles for a bit of confirmation to keep this somewhat awkward encounter as short as possible.

But of course, Mokuhen knew ways to subvert their expectations without getting even a word from them. "Well you know," he began, twiddling a few hairs of his beard between a finger and thumb, "if you're looking for some place to get back in good spirits, the fun always comes together in Shinsekai."

The turtles all thought about their dad's recommendation once they heard it, and quickly, they found themselves agreeing. "Yeah. Yeah, you're right! Shinsekai's the place where everyone comes together to play nice," Hiro made his recollection out loud. "What do you say, guys? Is Shinsekai our fun spot tonight?" The response was one of collective unanimous agreement. At least until their dad spoke up again, surprisingly not as quick to end his conversation with his sons as he usually did.

"I had a good feeling you would say yes to that," Mokuhen remarked jauntily. He then began walking to a ledge and jumping up onto the next one above, doing the same on a couple more until he was well above the turtles and on his way to the surface. Once again, such a display of physical prowess had caught the turtles' eyes by surprise.

"Uh, where are you going?" Hoku asked the rat from below.

"To Shinsekai, of course," Mokuhen replied with nary a speck of curiosity towards his son's question disguised as protest. "You thought I was going to sit at home all day?" Without waiting for an answer, he hightailed out of the lair's main exit further up, only stopping to look back down at the boys one more time. "Well?" he called out, "Are you coming or not?"

Before answering, all four of the guys exchanged glances with one another. This was totally not the night out they had in mind…

It wasn't too bad once everyone reached the Shinsekai area itself. The area was as lively as the last time they had visited it. Here, old met new, retro met modern, and the past and present held hands to create a colorful future. It could be said that every sort of person living in Osaka came together at Shinsekai, like how all animals converge at the watering hole. The turtles made it across the next rooftop of a neighboring glitzy building when they noticed Mokuhen going another direction.

"Ojin, where are you going?" Hiro spoke up before the rat went any further.

"Going out and having a good time," the rat answered without looking back, not once dropping his casual tone. "Don't let me keep you." With that, he jumped and dropped down into the alleyway in front of him.

The turtles silently looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders. If their dad was letting them do their own thing while he did his, they may as well go all out. But for the moment, there wasn't anything else to do right now except take a look around the neighborhood and see what's up. After about an hour, they had looked at every available fun spot and gathered together to discuss their choices.

"Anywhere good enough to check out first, guys?" Hiro asked first, being the leader and all.

The other three turtles shrugged their shoulders, seemingly at a loss at what to consider a general consensus. "I dunno, bro. They all have similar menus anyway, and the game shops haven't gotten upgraded yet," said Mon.

"Well, hearing that, I'm going to do something I should've done from the start that would've saved us on time," Basho announced reflexively. Unlocking a panel on the gadget-laden backpack on his shell, a small satellite-looking device unfolded and rotated, scanning all of Shinsekai for better results. For the first several minutes, the scanner pinged as it did its analysis, but no results were displayed on the screen yet. Basho seemed to be aware of the amount of time his scanner was taking to produce data, but being its creator, he was the first to exercise the most patience. "Well, guess that means I have to touch it up a bit…" he offhandedly remarked.

Hoku had other ideas. "Let me help with that," he interrupted, grabbing the little machine and pulling it toward himself, pulling Basho's pack with it as they both were still attached.

The suddenness of such jerky motions sent Basho into a mood of instant displeasure. "Hey! Hoku! Uchi no yayako kara te ~e o hanashite!" he yelled at his younger blue-masked brother, flailing his own two arms in the other turtle's direction.

"It'll only take a second, bro! Chillax!" Hoku said more calmly, keeping the machine out of Basho's reach. As he wrestled with his brother, he held the device in every other direction until it suddenly pinged loudly and showed an unusual image on the accompanying screen. "Korenan'nan?" he inquisitively examined the gadget's display. Him looking closer to see what was shown also prompted his brothers to join in on the eyeballing. The screen was showing a live camera shot of the Shinsekai area, albeit displayed in a purple-tinted and slightly grainy filter, but in a corner of the display, there was a very bright spot that, when examined closely, looked like a stylized glyph-like 'M', which was nestled on the wall of a random building.

"Whoa!" Mon gasped. "Another one of those mystic marks is here too?"

"Gee, and I thought not everything comes together in Shinsekai," Hiro quipped. "Does that lead to the 'Hidden City' where all the weird creatures live? When's the last time we've been there?"

"Well, that would be when we and Uzuki went down there for the first time to save Docha the magic dog-cat," Basho answered first, "so we've been there only one time."

Hiro felt Mon jump onto his arm. "Ohh! Hiro, are we gonna go back to that underground city?" He was exceptionally giddy about the prospect. "That'd be the funnest night ever!"

Hiro thought about Mon's question. A second trip to the amazing underground city would be great. The mysticism behind its wonder wowed the guys the first time they saw it, and even though they only had about a minute to take it all in, deep down, they already wanted more. Besides, it was refreshing and delightful to meet other people who weren't humans, besides their dad. "You know what? I agree! Let's go check it out!" After a collective nod of approval from everyone, Hiro led his brothers to where the glowing mark was located.

Landing on the ground after jumping from the neighboring rooftop, the guys stopped right in front of the wall where Basho's scanner picked up the residual magic sigil. "Okay fellas," Hiro said, sounding refreshingly confident, "You ready for this? We gotta make a good impression on the hiningenteki-jin."

"Well, first of all, big bro," Basho mentioned, "it's 'ningen'igai-jin', and second, how are we gonna open this portal? Last I checked, the little trinket-thing from last time got broken," he snuck a glance at Mon who looked back at him innocently, "and no one had a plan to snatch one more like it before we left."

"Well, how about we just look at the scanner and retrace the 'M' from there?" Mon suggested without a nary of stress. "We could always let the artist's touch do its work again." Upon referencing his accomplishment from the last time, he pulled out a marker from one of the miniature fanny packs hanging on his belt. He then walked up to the wall and retraced the 'M', then waited once he was done. Nothing happened. Mon took note of the three pairs of eyes watching him from behind, innocently holding up his hands with a sweaty smile. "Well…maybe we're dealing with a different wall here."

But Mon was shortly interrupted from behind, startling him as he and the others turned to find that the wall suddenly opened up, a circular ring of light spreading across the surface to reveal something behind it. Apart from the warm lighting and evidence of a gathered number of life forms within, the first thing everyone saw was a figure walking on a pair of slender legs.

At first glance, the person walking out and towards the guys was wearing an outfit that obviously appeared in traditional Japanese style, but said outfit had a design that was so subtly altered that even the turtles though it was fashionable. There was a pair of brown long-legged pants that was tied at the waist with a red braided cord and its legs were so roomy that when put side-by-side, resembled a skirt – this was identified as an umanori-hakama. The top was composed of a dark-red long-sleeved v-collar shirt overlaid with an orange thin-layered light jacket with spacy short sleeves – the jacket was designed like a happi and was tied closed over the dark-red shirt underneath with an obi-sash the width of two human forearms put together side-by-side. But what got the turtles' attention even more was the wearer of that outfit. While the wearer was human-shaped, it turned out to be a walking human skeleton, composed entirely of bones save for a head of raven-black hair on top of the skull tied back in a simple ponytail.

The traditionally dressed skeleton momentarily exchanged stares with the four turtles before breaking the ice of awkward silence, apart from the circular portal she exited closing behind her. "Hello? Can I help you?" the skeleton asked with a graceful voice that told the turtles it was a woman.

It took a few seconds, but hearing her gave the guys the push needed to get the talking part of their brains back into working order. Hiro was first, already knowing what he was going to say. "AAAHHHH! ANDEDDO NINGEN YA!" he screamed, pointing at the lady. But he was promptly silenced by that lady leaping right at him and slapping a hand over his mouth.

"Ōi, shizukani!" the skeleton-woman whispered harshly, keeping her hand on Hiro's mouth until the snapping turtle's squeaky breathing calmed down, "You want humans finding this place?" She waited until Hiro shook his head. Once she was sure no attention was drawn from either end of the alleyway everyone stood in, she released her grip from Hiro's face. "Okay then," she recollected herself from her brief digression, letting out a rough sigh, "Now that that's over, back to my main question. Were you trying to get in?"

Hiro held his breath for a second but then exhaled, slumping his shoulders and sighing with a fluster. "Yeah."

The skeleton-woman relaxed, crossing her arms in front of her chest while leaning back against the wall, allowing for quiet once again. "I see. I'm guessing you don't have the usual pass for accessing the underground, huh?" She stopped for a second to gather her next words, but didn't allow time for the turtles to speak when she continued. "Well, this place isn't actually underground. It's very close to ground level." Seeing the guys' faces change to an expression of intrigue, she turned around to face the wall. "And also…" She lifted up a finger to touch the wall, causing the circular portal to open up again. "…It's easy access. Touch to open, boys." She walked right back inside right as the boys were gaping in awe before they followed in after her.

Upon passing through the portal, the boys came face-to-face with a place teeming and bustling with life. The skeleton woman spoke again, "Yonotsune-Irori e yōkoso."

From corner to corner, the first floor and second floor above, there were fantastical creatures of many different shapes and sizes. Some looked like they were based on existing animals, just like the turtles were. Others were more formless, such as ones made of inorganic substances or even looking like no more than blobs of slime. There were even a number of creatures that were organic but had proportions too outrageous to resemble any earth creature, such as elongated limbs and multiple eyes among other traits.

As for the place itself, it appeared to be some kind of restaurant, being lined from end to end, corner to corner, with dining tables and accompanied seating of various varieties. Most of them appeared to be traditionally Japanese, with the cushions for seats and the low tables sitting on tatami carpeting and surrounded by rice paper sliding doors arranged like cubicles for complete privacy, though these spaces lacked their own roofs or ceilings. But in other parts of the space, there was also the classic Western-styled tables, most of them round and covered with white tablecloths while accompanied with chairs, completely open to the rest of the establishment. The rest of the dining area was still predominantly in the traditional Japanese style, evident in the columns, lighting, and the second floor's railings, among other details.

All four of the guys were starry-eyed as they got to see, for the second time ever, so many civilized nonhumans right in front of them. Once again, but even more firmly this time, the turtles were looking at the absolute revelation that they, as nonhumans, were not alone in Osaka. Sure, the humans were receptive as long as they were easily fooled, but this was different, better even.

"Wow!" Mon gasped excitedly, "This is the most beautiful thing I've ever seen!"

"Wuh-hoh! Look at that! New faces, guys!" Hoku seconded his little brother's amazement.

"This opens up a whole new world of possibilities," Basho added in kind.

Hiro was too taken in by the sight to say anything, simply opting to look it over again and again in wondrous curiosity, with a ton of questions going through his mind about how all this was possible, or rather, how all this existed without him and his brothers knowing until now.

"Well? Are you done gawking? Why don't you take a seat?"

The brothers were snapped out of their amazed stupor to look at the skeleton woman who interrupted them from their thoughts. Hearing her question, they didn't object but answered her with a nod. She nodded back and motioned with her head and one of her hands. "This way, then." She turned to walk down an aisle that was lined with tables on both sides. The walk was rather slow, as she took her time allowing the boys the maximum scenic experience. Hearing nothing but the voices of all the other patrons of the establishment, the skeleton woman decided to break the ice further. "I take it this is your first time here?"

Hiro was the first one to take lead of the conversation this time. "Yeah. Yeah, this is our first time. Cool setup, this place has got."

"It sure is," the skeleton woman nodded. "Most Yōkai normally stick with what's in Saikyōkai, but the ones who come here are more of the daring adventurous type, given how it's right at the surface in the middle of Osaka, where all the humans are."

"Saikyōkai?" Basho was the next to speak up. "Where's that?"

"Are you telling me that none of you are from the Yōkai capital?" asked the skeleton woman. "Well, then again, not all Yōkai live in Japan. It's the main city deep underground right below Osaka, but it's also got neighbors." The turtles realized what that was after hearing that description, confirming the name of the hidden city they visited once before, not to mention that the creatures they saw all around them held the name of Yōkai, something reserved for the fantastical creatures of their home country.

The lady stopped a moment when she spotted a young feline waiter at one part of the restaurant near one of the round open tables. "Nē," she called to that waiter after walking up to him and tapping him on the shoulder, speaking firmly but reasonably, "Karera no chūmon o kakunin suru tame ni ichidodake kokyaku ni tazuneru hitsuyō ga. Karera no jikan o mudanishinai." When the waiter answered her with a nod, she then turned and resumed her tour with the turtles.

"Hold on. You work here?" Mon piped up after observing her.

The lady turned to the little box turtle. "Yes, I do."

Hoku thought it was a good time to take his turn to talk to the lady. "Well, either way, this place is really Shinsekai material. Definitely a one-of-a-kind mishmash." He had to stifle a loud gulp when he saw her turn around to look him in the eye with a slightly offended gaze. "The good kind!" he clarified frantically, keeping his signature toothy smile plastered on his face. "I meant the good kind."

The lady appeared to take his comment in stride. "Well, that's part of working in Shinsekai. There's a little bit of everything in one thing."

Along the way, she found herself approached by a really short Yōkai made of a light green slime. "Hone-san, mokari makka?" he greeted her.

The skeleton woman, apparently addressed as Hone-san, looked down to face him and smiled back. "O kake-sa made genkidesu. Just introducing some new guests to the place. How did it go with that anniversary couple?"

"Oh, it went fabulously," the green slime midget answered jovially. "They really had a good laugh when I showed them my 'party act'. No worries, I cleaned it all up after."

Hone-san nodded with a little smile. "Good to hear it went well. Let's keep it up." Once she got his affirmation, they both parted ways. After a little bit more touring of the lively restaurant, in its aesthetics, varieties of served foods seen, and its greater variety of customers, she led the guys to one of the traditional cubicles marked by a sliding door, stopping in front of it. "Alright, boys. Apart from going around to give you a tour of the place, I was looking for an empty table to seat you. But tonight's apparently a full-house, so do you mind if I have someone share their table with you?"

Not wanting to complicate things unnecessarily when they were already in a good mood, the guys nodded, telling her yes. Without further delay, Hone-san grabbed the sliding door and pulled out open, exposing a rather familiar figure. The guys didn't even need to wait for the lone patron sitting on the cushion in front of the low table to turn around for them to recognize him. At the same time, the patron turned around to face the turtles when he heard the sliding door open.

"Dad!?" the four boys exclaimed gaspingly.

"Boys!?" Mokuhen cried, the suddenness of finding his sons where he least expected them enough to make him momentarily spring up into the air right above his cushion, even flailing his limbs a bit before he came back down again. "What are you doing here!?"

"What are you doing here?" Basho asked back.

"Eating out," Mokuhen answered. "This is the only place in Shinsekai that serves hachimeika."

"And you went without us?" Mon pointed a finger.

Mokuhen leaned backwards against the table, resting an elbow on the edge while his feet were spread over the cushion. "Well, would you like it if I followed you wherever you went for fun?" he said more calmly.

"Well, we weren't following you…" Hoku muttered quietly out of his dad's hearing range.

"Hmm, so you know each other?" Hone-san remarked. "Do you four still want this table?" She observed the guys appearing somewhat on the fence about the question.

"Well…" Hiro told her, "if there are no other tables with just one person…"

"It's fine, Hone-san," Mokuhen cut in, "they can join me." He turned to look at the turtles with a softer expression in his eyes. "Is that okay with you?"

The guys exchanged glances with each other momentarily, but then lightened up. "Sure, Ojin. Why not?" said Hiro with an innocent smile. With that, everyone walked into the space and took a start around the table, though with Hiro, he had to squeeze a little bit on his designated cushion.

Mokuhen exhaled in playful resignation once the boys were completely settled in. "Well then, who would've thought just an old man and his boys' two outings would end with one combined night out together after all?"

"I know, right?" Mon chimed. "It's like all of us were meant to go out together like this."

"Or it's just serendipity that we came to the one place in Osaka that takes in folks like us," Basho refuted, earning a pouty look from Mon in turn.

Hone-san thought it a good time to cut in. "Just so you know, the menus are in the middle of the table," she said, pointing at the neatly stacked pile of folded menus, "Someone will be over later to take your order," she then turned to look at Mokuhen dead in the eye, leaning on the frame of the sliding door "so do refrain from calling other busy servers while you're waiting, onegai."

"That's good to know," Mokuhen said curtly with a faint scowl, making a point of keeping his eyes on the boys instead of Hone-san. "Boys, what do we say to this nice lady who's serving us this one-of-a-kind experience?" Funnily enough, the rat-man was still concentrated on eating his octo-eyed calamari as he was casually, but non-dismissively, talking.

The boys got the hint, though they felt slightly annoyed at how their dad asked them this question like it was their first time ever. "Ōkini, Hone-san (han)," they said to the skeleton-lady in unison.

Hone-san initially gave a little bow as a warm reception to the words of gratitude given to her, though she did shift her focus over to Hoku to address one little detail. "Dōitashimashite. Just remember that in this place, I go by 'san' at all times." She stressed that last part while speaking in Hoku's direction, as he was the only one in the group who didn't get her name right the first time, though he didn't appear to react much. She then turned to leave and attend to other matters. As soon as she was out of the scene, the five mutants began their table chatting.

"You think she sounded kinda funny to you?" Mon said first, referring to Hone-san.

"Funny how?" Basho questioned in response. "I think she sounded elegant, like someone with a proper education."

"That so, Basho? 'Cause I couldn't understand some of the big words she used," Hiro refuted his younger purple-masked brother.

"I could sorta understand what words she was saying," Hoku chimed in a little boastfully, "they just don't sound like anything in Osaka I've ever heard."

"That's because Hone-san isn't from Osaka," Mokuhen interrupted his sons, taking a sip of tea. "She's not even from Kansai."

Hoku remained quiet after hearing his dad's words, but then remarked, "Well, I guess that explains why she acts like a Tokyoite. You saw the looks she gave me?"

"She wouldn't have given you those looks if you'd just gave a straight-up compliment instead," Basho clarified, referring to his younger blue-masked brother's calling of the restaurant as a 'mishmash'.

"Now boys, you know it's not in good taste to be talking about a lady behind her back," Mokuhen cut the debate short, sliding the pile of menus around until there was one for each turtle. "Why don't you try a bite of the stuff here?" As the turtles got to picking up their menus, the rat leaned over the table in an attempt to talk secretly, though he didn't need to wait for the turtles to do the same – they were already listening. "If you ask me, you should try that combo special they got tonight. It's got both Jūmetako and Hachimeika on one plate." The turtles nodded and gave a 'm-hm' in response while their eyes were glued to the menus they were reading, evidently more curious at the look of the menus than what was written in them.

"So, Ojin," Hoku sedged into a new train of thought, "you come here often?" He heard Mokuhen briefly answer with an 'uh'-drone in his voice.

"You know what, actually?" Hiro interjected. "How do you know that Hone-san lady? The way she looked at you when talking about not messing around, it's like that happened a lot between you and her. What's the deal?"

Instead of answering, Mokuhen instead seized his teacup and gulped down the rest of his tea in a hurry before bolting to the sliding door and throwing it open. "Oh, look at that! I better head to the bathroom! You boys better decide what you want!" Without giving anyone time to blink, he then zoomed out and around the corner, ignoring the waiter standing next to the opening.

After the dust settled, the boys were left with the waiter standing in front of the open cubicle door with a notepad in hand, facing them. "Ette, go chūmon wa okimari dekka?"

May I present to you, "Hone-san" (骨さん), Japan's answer to Señor Hueso. Did you know she's a 'Hone-Onna' (骨女), an actual Yōkai from Japanese mythology? I'm not quite sure if a living skeleton actually exists in Mexican or Euro-Spanish folklore, but knowing already that Japan has one, the setup was just too perfect to not use! She also counts as the first character I've decided to be a Standard Japanese speaker, mainly so that her honorific '-san' (さん) makes sense, so expect her to not abide by the Kansai "-han" (はん) address. It also works since the meanings behind both her name and that of her original New York-counterpart are effectively, if not exactly, the same – not to mention having a 'H' and 'S' in their pronunciations. Her restaurant, "Yonotsune-Irori" (世の常囲炉裏), is likewise the counterpart to New York's 'Run of the Mill Pizza', only it has more than one cultural dining aesthetic and serves a greater variety of foods, though it remains to be seen if pizza's one of them.

The supernatural creatures in this chapter, and the story overall, are confirmed to indeed be the Yōkai (妖怪), just like in the original show. Also, this version of the Hidden City has a name: "Saikyōkai" (西京界), which combines the terms 'Saikyō' (西京 – west capital) and 'Kai' (界 – kingdom, land, realm), considering where it is in Japan geographically. (If you look closely at the name, you can find the word 'Yōkai' in it. Take a minute and see how it fits.)

Fun Facts:
Shinsekai (新世界) is a neighborhood in Osaka's Naniwa ward, built in 1912. It was designed using New York City (Coney Island, in particular) and Paris as reference models. Today, it's well known for its hybridized aesthetic of old and modern architecture, allowing for visitors to get a taste of the retro experience. It's also one of Osaka's most famous tourist areas, alongside others like Dōtonbori.
Kuromon Market (黒門市場) is a 600-meter long narrow and roofed shopping street in Osaka's Chuo ward, existing as far back as Japan's Edo Period. It holds stores and vendors that not only sell foodstuffs, but can also even cook that food on the spot for shoppers to sample.
Universal Studios Japan (ユニバーサル・スタジオ・ジャパン) is a Universal Studios-themed amusement park that opened in 2001, located next to the Aji River in Osaka's Konohana ward, close to Osaka Bay.
A "hakama" (袴) is a pleated lower wear that works as pants. It's usually worn under a kimono, and is mainly worn for formal occasions. There mainly exists two variants of the hakama: One, a divided/two-legged, trouser-like design called an "umanori" (馬乗り), which is affiliated with horse-riding. Two, an undivided skirt-like design called an "andon-bakama" (行灯袴), which affiliates with lanterns.
A "happi" (法被 or 半被) is a light outer jacket/coat. When they were first invented in Japan's olden days, they were worn by house servants and bore the crest of whatever family those servants worked for, with the addition of being worn by firefighters as well. Today, they're worn by people – members of a team, especially – who perform in festivals, such as dances accompanied with music and percussion.
An "obi" (帯) is a sash, as in a long ornate strip of cloth, that functions as a belt, first invented in Japan's Heian Period. It comes in different sizes and lengths and can be tied a number of different ways despite its simplicity. Ones made for men are mainly used for its original purpose as a belt. Ones made for women are larger, greater in variety of decorative styles, and are worn for aesthetics (part of a kimono ensemble) alongside its basic utility.

Terms:
Izakaya (居酒屋): a Japanese bar that serves as a place for casual drinking, usually serves customers over the counter nowadays
Hiningenteki-jin (非人間的人): inhuman people
Ningen'igai-jin (人間以外人): nonhuman people
Yonotsune (世の常): "always in the world", otherwise meaning – usual/ordinary/run-of-the-mill
Irori (囲炉裏): hearth, fireplace
Hachimeika (八眼イカ): eight-eyed squid/calamari
Jūmetako (十眼タコ): ten-eyed octopus

Standard Japanese translations:
Ōi, shizukani (おおい、静かに): "Hey, be quiet!"
Yonotsune-Irori e yōkoso (世の常囲炉裏へようこそ): "Welcome to Yonotsune-Irori."
Nē (ねえ): "Hey" (spoken gently and casually)
Karera no chūmon o kakunin suru tame ni ichidodake kokyaku ni tazuneru hitsuyō ga (彼らの注文を確認するために一度だけ顧客に尋ねる必要が): "You only have to ask the customer once to confirm their order."
Karera no jikan o mudanishinai (彼らの時間を無駄にしない): "Don't waste their time."
O kake-sa made genkidesu (おかけさまで元気です): "I'm fine, thank you."
Onegai (お願い): "Please" (politely asking for permission)
Dōitashimashite (どういたしまして): "You're welcome" (replying to words of gratitude)

Osaka-ben Translations:
Zettai chau (絶対ちゃう): "Absolutely not" | Standard: Zettai chigau (絶対違う)
Uchi no yayako kara te ~e o hanashite (うちのやぁこから手ぇを離して): "Get your hands off my baby!" | Standard: Watashi no akachan kara te o hanashite (私の赤ちゃんから手を離して)
Korenan'nan (これなんなん): "What's this?" | Standard: Korehanandesuka (これは何ですか)
Andeddo ningen ya (アンデッド人間や): "Undead human!" | Standard: Andeddo ningen da (アンデッド人間だ)
Mokari makka (もかりまっか): a standard greeting in Osaka meant to ask "How are you?", but taken literally, means "Are you profiting/making good money?" – in other words, "How's business?" (It's important to know that Osaka was Japan's central trading hub in the past, which earned it the nickname "City of Merchants")
Ōkini (おおきに): "Thank you" | Standard: Arigatō (ありがとう)
Ette, go chūmon wa okimari dekka (えって、ご注文はお決まりでっか): "Um, are you ready to order?" | Standard: Eto, go chūmon wa okimaridesu ka (えと、ご注文はお決まりですか)