And the parade lines reformed for the ribbon

And the parade lines reformed for the ribbon cutting. My parents were in the brass section & Meryl with her flute. They played & marched & I cut open the gift. And the parade lines

were thin and missing sections. Like a homeless man's mouth. The Crow Flu had wiped out 90% of the people. After "they" came, the crows nested in their machines, then disease

became a thing of the past. Yet everyone always needs something to worry about, and so, each night on the news, a new worry was intoned. Tonight it was zippers.

Squirrel Nut Zippers, to be precise. There had been another zoot suit riot down at the speakeasy and SNZ was getting the bum's rap. Tomorrow's newsworthy crisis was the red herring

. There was a lot jump, jiving and wailing. Minnie the Moocher was sent upstate for selling hooch to Mack the Knife. They were Big Bad Voodoo Daddies in their pin-stripped suits.

The voodoo mafia's blackmarket moonshine was known for causing terrible congestion problems, so the police had Scruff McGruff in a PSA ask for home remedies out of desperation.

The prostate specific antigen costume made McGruff look like a a bloated Shitzu & the campaign to "Take a bite out of erectile dysfunction" failed while voodoo mafia's Big Chicken

Boner commercials did much better. "Boy, I say, Boy," Foghorn Leghorn addressed McGruff, "You're doggone washed up with that erectile dysfunction ad. I say son, I say why don't you

pondering over the last few hours, eyed him suspiciously and queried "A penny for your thoughts?" A bewildered McGuffey replied "Show me your penny first! I don't give credit!"