Hear now, the tale of the Organ Thief, his

Hear now, the tale of the Organ Thief, his back hunched and his fingers sleek, once was a proud tribal chief, now forced to steal every week; chewing on gum and roasted beef, the

organ thief wanted more, he wanted a new life, yet had no door. So he turned his devotion to making potions, potions to knock out his victims. With his sleeping powder in hand,

the organ thief took a daring stand. He sprinkled sleeping powder over their heads, as they sat around the fire before bed. When all he heard were snores, he dusted on a bit more.

Deftly, he brought the hand cart into the foyer. While the residents were a-snooze, he adjusted the canvas straps around their stand-up pipe organ. The black market for

calliopes was ridiculous! This would have to make do, he said to himself, tightening the straps around the organ. Now, he thought, I'll just wheel it outside, slapping a monkey

but, the monkey slapped back and, when it was over it looked like the scene out of an Irwin Allen movie.

This is not going to end well. The slap happy monkey sailed on a Styrofoam ship to a rubber palm tree island that in no way looked like a model. Plaster sharks swam in the shallows

Ung into gear as the Oroville Dam broke open and swallowed the whole state of California. The politicians wined and dined until the five million gallons of water ate them alive.

Still hungry the water made its way towards the Sierra Nevada mountains. As it rose higher up in elevation it started to get sluggish in the low temperatures. It froze as a wave.