It's not the tuning -- we were running out of old soap opera scripts so we had to substitute old Presidential speeches and the engine is sputtering on the rhetoric.
Probably prudent to avoid modern speeches then...gaskets blown for certain.
Hey, LW, does the Wizardsurrealhatarisafarimobile have a special transmitter? I miss Hebba and I'm worried that he hasn't caught up with us. I thought he was going to meet us in Casablanca.
Please keep heading for King Solomon's mine. Jes can have baseball diamonds, I'll take the real thing, thank you very much. Gold, too, just love that rich glow.
<sung to the tune of "My Favorite Things">
Big bugs and castles
and guys who're named Gregor
trials and fables; no sign of a kegger
punishing contraptions and odious wings
these are a few of the Kafkaesque things!
[The chorus, now composed of guys dressed like giant cockroaches, sings lustily as damsels dressed as castles are slowly lowered from the ceiling.]
The chorus........
Gregor is bug-like
his family ignores him
He misses his job
but the whole world deplores him
Everything changes
not one thing's the same
I've even forgotten
my name.
We may have the makings of a smash Broadway hit here.
I think so
You guys write the lyrics and I'll be the audience
The world is alive with the sound of Musak.
No, no LW. This is true talent. Wonderful....... you guys, continue please.........
Hebba thinks this is very strange.Must have been some sort of time vortex he stepped into outside of the Go-Go Bar because as far as he could remember,Las Vegas had been around for quite some time already.
He figures it could be fun in an alarmingly dangerous way to accept the lift and give Virginia a light.
His mind on Casablanca,he shakes a little as he pulls out the Ronson lighter bequeathed him by Grandpa Hebba.
The glossy red lips pout and she sucks hard on the cigarette while looking poor Hebba in the eyes.
Las Vegas! Could that be on our intinarary before returning to the salon? I mean, the African queen just tried to hitch a ride and although we now have her (!) bounding around in the back seat, that's some really incredibly bad drag. Those crystal chandelier earrings are a bit much.
Las Vegas sounds like fun for a few days....wait........hey, girls.......let's don our humongous head dresses and skimmpy little outfits, high heals and practice the line up.
ah . . . be still my pounding heart . . .
< putting an arm around Lola's shoulders >
"We'll look just like the Rockettes!"
<to the tune of There is Nothing Like a Dame>
There is nothing like a bug!
Nothing in the world!
There is nothing you can slug
that is anything like Milton Berle
<The chorus, in drag, comes out. The women swing the men around while the scenery changes from a castle to a court room.>
<to the tune of Let's Call the Whole Thing Off>
You've got a trial
but you're in denial
I say a trial
but you're in denial
A trial
a smile
a file
denial
let's all go get Franz K!
Las Vegas girls? Did I hear Las Vegas showgirls? Well, I was just loggin back in to keep abreast of things.
girls, breasts and large golden head dresses, with, of course skimpy clothing......dancing to Jespah's musical creations......it doesn't get any better than this
Hey, who's driving. I guess we are in Las Vegas and crusing down the strip. Let's go into the motorcyle museum and drive off on one of the displays! Lola, would please take the videocam and get this for our next big movie. We're doing a movie along with a musical!
Viva Las Vegas!
