No Treble

Producer Smurf: “All right, I’ve smurfed you a spot on a battle of the tribute bands type thing.”
Cybersqueekle: “I do not remember hiring you to be our manager.”
Producer Smurf: “Oh, see, I already manage the others, so by majoritarian rule I’m smurfo facto the manager of the entire band.”
Charlee: “Why do we have to be the Squeekles tribute band and wear these ridiculous wigs?”
Chaplin: “Yes, why didn’t you tell him you would be in the band?”
Mr. Nibbles: “Because I can’t sing.”
Lulu: “I feel like a sheepdog.”

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