Heckabub and Juzzabub didn't have many options

Heckabub and Juzzabub didn't have many options when it came to spooking the incarnate people of the Cosmos. But after their brief tour of Gary, Indiana, they wrote a song about it:

Ghosts are we, but what the cuss?/ Ain't no Hoosiers 'fraid of us/ Cuz I'm Heckabub, I'm hecka cute/ He's Juzzabub, he's just a hoot/ Cut the fuss and play that flute! *flute solo*

& those jokester spooks Heckabub & Juzzabub blew out a school buses tire & it screeched across the rural road into the brick-a-brack.The football QB squealed in fear as it lurched

towards Cliffor the Big Red Dog. The QB ran to the front of the bus. The bus driver turned around, it was Freddy Krueger, "Next stop, bloody face

on a pole in my backyard!" The entire bus cheers as they begin to play a game of "jello" as the bus swerves left and right. That bloody face was going to be the best bloody face

they ever created. Jello slides across the floor making the aisle of the bus slippery. The driver is long gone now out the window and the passengers all dance gaily to the tune of

Who Let the Dogs Out? Every had their hands up by their ears and their tongue were sticking out. One random passenger took the steering wheel in their own hands and started to

Whose human opened a can of fish daily, discovered Spam tasted okay too. He couldn't eat much without having acid reflux. The bloodhound was jealous and filched a mackarel.

And so these poor beasts existed, day after day, on canned human food. In order not to get depressed, they became philosophers. They were still depressed, but now wrote books.