Keith felt that now was a good time to photocopy

Keith felt that now was a good time to photocopy his butt & staple it to his boss’s face, but he just sat on it & smiled grimly as Peabody berated his "lousy performance" in front

of the Las Vegas seven. It was the first time he'd ever sat on someone's face, but in this crazy town it probably wouldn't be the last. For some reason

he had no idea how he'd gotten here. He remembered being at the Milwaukee Zoo looking at the Panda bears.... then boom, Viva Las Vegas. Maybe it had something to do with

the vintage cell phone he had in his pocket, a 1998 Nokia he picked up at a yard sale. The phone was buzzing gently in his pocket but as he reached down to retrieve it

A rather foul smelling beggar shoved him into the middle of the road. At first, he didn't recognize the assailant. But after a long stare and a cold silence, the memory came back:

"Dad? Daddy? Is that you?" "I ain't your Daddy you dumb sum beech!" But he was sure that it was his Daddy, and to prove it, he unzipped his trousers, yanked down his shorts

and showed off his three belly buttons. "Holy Cow!" His Daddy shouted, "You is my Son!" The two of them spent the rest of the day shopping, going to the theater, and dining.

Starry starry night" in a tenor that lofted over his piano playing, but his son Vincent couldn't hear his dad's fine rendition because Dad had his ears now. Life in the Potatohead

World was less than ideal, but Vincent, spud that he was, made the best of it. He had his other senses to rely on and, most importantly, he had his paintbrush. Viva la Vincent!