Farm
Farmer Bob woke with a startled cry. He had been having a dream about
a new dance routine that he'd been practising in the dusty fields. Only this
time he slipped and fell and crushed his only remaining wheat plant.
Woe to farmer Bob, woe.
It appeared as though the cows found bob's fall amusing, and Farmer Bob understood the cruel jokes his many barnyard animals made about his dancing. But he knew he was graceful, very graceful indeed.
Farmer Bob liked to drive his tractor while practicing his dance moves. He was
determined to make it in the hazy, whirly roundabout world of sequined costumes. And Bob had a secret weapon. People underestimated his unusually
sweet and serene voice and he would often explode into song:
oh tra la dee, tra la da
bring me into the mirrorball
my dusty fields are my home
blessed be my tractor
for i am the desert swan
oh la dee da, tra la da dee do
And then Bob would dance, skipping merrily in the cornfields that were
once lush with great corn crops, but on this day Bob had turned his
cornfield into a dance arena, for a challenge had been made to Bob. A worthy
challenge indeed.
Funkmaster slappy X had seen Bob dance and shouted:
"Bob yo, wat be up wit dat?! I be happenin on yo dance stylin - yo
ain't fresh, yo be getting no styley. I be laughin'. HA!"
So Bob felt it necessary to show the true grace of his moves. He set up a
meeting where he would show Funkmaster Slappy x up in front of the whole
town. But before that he needed practice. And practice he did.
Next!!!
Bob VS. Funkmaster slappy X in the ultimate dance showdown!!
YeeeHa!
Farmer Bob
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