"Looks like a case of being in the wrong

"Looks like a case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time" Donald said to Quincy at the colourful scene where Lord Phillip was crushed by a falling crate of jellybeans

and chocolate bunnies. "I guess they weren't hollow," Quincy quipped. "No, they're solid! Try one if you like," declared Donald. "Excuse me, that's evidence," said a police officer

harp. The Harmonica shredded the chocolate bunny into bite size pieces. A lard-assed cop with half a mustache said, "you're gonna pay for that you stupid Hippie." He grabbed my

love beads, nearly choking me as he dragged me to the nearest barbershop for a haircut, which he paid for with money from my wallet. After I was all cleaned up he kicked me

down a deep chasm to my death. Now that I was dead, my new haircut counted for nothing and I wondered what the point of all that was. It was then that I encountered the ghost of

Prince. With a graceful flutter, the spectral pop god floated towards me. "Come with me if you want to meet MJ."

MJ had no face anymore. His body was that of his chimp, Bubbles. I told Bubbles aka MJ, his old buddy was here. He put out his humanoid hand and Prince stopped to check it out.,

and saw him standing there in the purple raincoat and sparkly sequined glove. Prince liked his own lacy ones but had to appreciate MJ, ape face and all. He had the look

but not the hook & he sho' nuf was not cookin' in Prince's book, but he put a raspberry beret on MJ...[music interrupts fold]“ two thousand one seven party over, oops, out of time”