It's almost show time. I can't believe I have to sit back and watch Slammo destroy the Jamboree. Everything I've worked so hard for! Do I call Keaton? FLAZZLESNACKS! I feel like I'm stuck between a rock and a place that's as hard as a rock... like, maybe, another rock. Like I'm stuck between two rocks, really. Except one rock looks like a robot and one looks like a cricket.
My little heart trembles at the sound of those crickets! What makes that noise, anyway? Their teeth chattering together? Their wings? They're really scary. They remind me of those things in that movie where those evil creatures mimicked what humans looked like but then would swoop in and eat them. I think it had Oscar winner Mira Sorvino in it. I think it was called "Imitators."
Anyway, I really need to figure out how to get my show back... Before Slammo has us both out on our tushies looking for new jobs. I won't go back to my bathrobe, down-and-out helium addiction days! I WON'T, I TELL YA!

