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Post by Lily on Aug 2, 2013 13:26:33 GMT -5
Happy birthday little sweetie   |
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Post by pauljmsn on Aug 2, 2013 16:53:07 GMT -5
(Two ferrets – Murphy, a handsome Sable, and Sammy, a Dark-Eyed White – wearing straw hats and suits like the worst furniture upholstery material you’ve ever seen, begin strumming a banjo and mandolin and singing.)
When we wuz in the city we wuz wond'rin' where to go.
A sign spelled out Pal-Yat-Chee up in lights above a show.
We thought 'twould be a Western till the stage lit up with lights,
An' ninety seven people sung without a horse in sight.
We couldn't understand 'em 'cause they spoke a foreign tongue,
But we can give you some i-dee of what we think they sung:
(Skippy – an Albino ferret dressed in a brightly-colored jumpsuit with big fluffy buttons and a conical hat – comes out and sings from the “Vesti la giubba” aria.)
Skippy:
Ridi, Pagliaccio, Sul tuo amore'in fronto
Murphy:
All at once there's a fat guy in a clown suit.
Ain't Haller-ween, that's for shore.
Then this here feller, this Punchy Neller,
Begins to beller -- Like we all was deef:
Skippy:
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Murphy and Sammy:
That was Pal-Yat-Chee an' he sung:
Invest in a tuba an' somthin' or other 'bout Cuba
He sung about a lady who weighed two hundred and eighty.
When she takes a powder he just starts chirpin' louder
And he don't do a gol-durn thing 'cept to stand up there an' sing.
When we listen to Pal-Yat-Chee we get itchy an' scratchy.
This shore is top corn so we go and buy some popcorn.
We hate to go back but we can't git our dough back.
There ain't no use complainin' 'cause outside it's a-rainin'.
(Max, another Sable ferret in a wheelchair, and his Skippy swing band, launch into an upbeat instrumental version of the “Vesti la giubba”, punctuated with old automobile horns, whistles, a series of carefully-tuned cowbells, drumsticks on a corrugated washboard, and Max’s pistol.)
Murphy and Sammy:
Seven hours later we're still in the dern theater,
Takin' turns at nappin', a-waitin' for somethin' to happen.
Pal-Yat-Chee he ain't hurryin' but the folks on stage are flurryin'
And it sounds like Kat-chee-tur-ry-in's Sabre Dance.
(Max plays a few notes on the cowbells, and the melody switches to the “Sabre Dance”.)
Murphy and Sammy:
When ol' Pal-Yat-Chee finds the guy he's seekin'
Cheek-to-cheekin' with his wife he grabs a knife
And stabs the louse who stole his spouse
An' then he stabs the lady and himself.
Ain't very sanitary.
They all collapse but ol' Pal-Yat-Chee sets up
Then he gets up, sings "I'm dyin',
I am dyin', I am dyin'." We start cryin'
'Cause to tell the truth we're dyin' too.
(Melody switches back to “Vesti la giubba”.)
Murphy and Sammy:
As the footlights fade out we see Pal-Yat-Chee laid out
But the dagger never caused it. Pal-Yat-Chee was plumb exhausted.
Pal-Yat-Chee Skippy:
Ridi, Pagliaccio, Sul tuo amore'in - URKKK
(Pal-Yat-Chee Skippy’s eyes roll back in his head and he falls forward on his face.)
(Max and the Swing band do a great instrumental finish, and Max holds up his pistol for the final note. He pulls the trigger.)
BOOOOOOOOOOMMMM!!
WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOSSSSHHHH!!!!
(Max looks up with surprise as the charge shoots skyward. He looks down at his smoking pistol,
finally shrugs and turns back to the band.)
(The charge explodes at altitude, showering the message board with confetti, streamers, balloons and M&Ms (Plain, Peanut, Ferretone, Neeps and Tatties, Haggis, Alfalfa, Green Chili and all the popular flavors). Two banners float down: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, COWBOY!! and CAN’T YOU IMAGINE LEONCAVALLO AND KHACHATURIAN SPINNING IN THEIR GRAVES? Max and the band begin playing “Right in the Führer’s Face”, accompanied by Murphy and Sammy.)
Pal-Yat-Chee Skippy, still laid out face down, holds up a sign: IN LOVING TRIBUTE TO SPIKE JONES AND HOMER & JETHRO. THERE AREN’T ENOUGH LIKE THEM AROUND NOWADAYS.)
Excerpts of the “Vesti la giubba” aria from the opera Pagliacci by Ruggero Leoncavallo Lyrics to “Pal-yat-chee” from the fevered imagination of Spike Jones, via the even more fevered imagination of Paul E. Jamison.
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Post by dee517 on Aug 3, 2013 7:20:27 GMT -5
Happy Birthday Cowboy!
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Post by huronna on Aug 3, 2013 9:22:13 GMT -5
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Post by dookcitygang on Aug 3, 2013 9:49:47 GMT -5
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Post by smokeyoshi on Aug 3, 2013 19:11:29 GMT -5
Yay congrats!  |
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Post by Lily on Aug 4, 2013 10:30:44 GMT -5
Thanks everyone! Paul, you're the best, Ann's gonna love that....I shall point her this direction xo |
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:44:12 GMT -5
OMGS, Lily - you weren't kidding!!!!! What a grand birthday thread!!!!!!! Thanks so much!!! xoxoxoxoxo
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:45:29 GMT -5
Paul - I had to read that twice & then, just fell around the place laughing!!!! Cowboy is duly honored by his operatic birthday greeting - he's practicing his solo now LOL Thanks so much!!!!
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:46:15 GMT -5
Dee - thank you so much from Cowboy - he sends dooks & kisses!!!! xoxoxoxoxo
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:46:50 GMT -5
Huronna - we're not worthy LOL!!!!!! Thanks from the bottom of our hearts! xoxoxoxoxo
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:57:01 GMT -5
Thanks, Sandy - Cowboy is thrilled & impressed & dancing everywhere!!!!!!! xoxoxoxo
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:57:51 GMT -5
Hey Smokeyoshi - Thanks so much for the birthday wishes!!!! xoxoxoxo
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Post by annbaskervill on Aug 4, 2013 11:59:33 GMT -5
"Auntie Lily - I didn't know all these people loved me so much!!!!! I love them!!!! And...I have forsaken my "Chrissie" for the Birthday Party Cake Bear you sent me!!!!! Chrissie is soooo heartbroken LOL I love you!!!!! Chowdoy xoxoxoxoxoxo"
Thanks again, Lily - we wouldn't know what to do without you - You know I mean that. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
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Post by furballlover on Aug 5, 2013 5:29:07 GMT -5
Happy belated birthday you handsome boy!!!
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Post by Lily on Aug 5, 2013 13:08:14 GMT -5
Hugs Cowboy and Ann ~ Love you ~ so happy Cowboy loves his new toy bear xxxxx |
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