"Rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub, and how

"Rub-a-dub-dub, Three men in a tub, and how do you think they got there?" Mr Porter scowled and blacked out "men in a tub".

Let's make it "Rub-a-dub dub, One man and two buxom coeds in a tub" shall we? Mr Porter's scowl turned to a devious grin. "Rub-a-dub dub all right, why I'd like to rub-a-dub dub

with two girls and a cup. The Pastor bolted upright out of his drunken stupor and shouted, "Rub-a-dub dub too many thugs up in the club!" 50 Cent could see that his celebrity was

summoning ghosts of Hip-Hop past. "Rub-a-dub dub get me some unleavened grub," said Biggie. The Pastor splashed Fiddy with holy water, but the black magic tore the moral fabric of

the Pastor's robe, thuribles ignited the chancel drapes & the organ spontaneously started playing Coolio's "Gangsta's Paradise." The only way to exorcise the Hip Hop Black Magic

was to sprinkle dance sand between the pews and play "That Old Black Magic" on a portable 45 player from back in the day. People were moving, the angels were groovin', and Mr. Won

in time to receive a drop kick from our Nautical Nark, Detective James Manatee! "I think you'd be more suited to a U-boat...Captain GERMAN!" Holding him over the stern, our hero

swung his whiskered countenance towards Camera A. Then with a gleam in his eye Detective James Manatee wrassled Captain German to the deck & decked him. "CUT!" said the director.

"That's a wrap!" Det. Manatee waddled off the set into the loving flippers of his true love, Varla Du Gong. She whispered "I'm about to go extinct..from love." They kissed wetly.