Our band is starting to sound pretty good

Our band is starting to sound pretty good. There's a chance we may be playing at the Comfort Inn's Margaritaville Lounge next Tuesday night. I front the band, of course, and play the clarinet. Because I have six fingers on each hand, I'm able to play an insanely large amount of notes at one time. General Yammy Hammy plays the glockenspiel and sings back-up. My mommy dances on stage in wooden clogs. Bucky Finger plays a homemade guitar, kind of like the one played by Rudy from Fat Albert's gang. Harvey Corkplower scratches records and does some freestyle, hip-hop dancing. Hockey-helmet Kid chimes in with some mad rapping once in a while, occasionally emphasizing my lyrics with, "All the ladies in the house say, 'Hey!'" or "Yeah, Yeah!" or "Uh-huh, Uh-huh!" Joey Coconut cranks it on the didjeridoo like it's nobody's business. Shirley LaFoiegras keeps it real on the Aeolian Wind Harp. And Paddie McLongjohn's Freak-Show Fat Mother brings everything together with her haunting Shakuhachi flute.

The only thing keeping us from making it big is finding a way to harnass all of the talent assembled here. Otherwise, the sound will send you into an epileptic seizure.