Scoundrels only work when they’re happy. So they went up the mountain for some nuts, and came back down via duck, and only did the things they had to do.
Even so, there’s shame in the way they sneak about; shame in every laugh they make to themselves or each other. They were cheapskates that ran away, and will always be gone before anyone knows.
Perhaps it’s a lonely life, but they have each other, at least until they get tired of running together.