"Excuse to me, old man, I'm not speaking English but if I can plaster my sister to your vindow? I can assure you she is not escape-ed from Pussy Riot. She is from lesser unknown Red Madonnas band currently seeking asylum in your country after first gig tonight," a polite young Russian man asked Dr. OMG for permission to post the announcement that his sister was preforming at 101 Crabs Jazz Club.
"Proceed," Dr. OMG replied as he locked up shop. He was taking Petunia Fountainebleute to the arcade to avoid hefty property damage to his shop.
"Is that is like 'yes' or 'leave out of here'," the young man's younger cousin fretted.
"That is like yes. I'm not going to be Scrooge on Christmas Eve," Dr. OMG noticed that every available flat surface of the pier was plastered with the posters expounding the musical merits of RED MADONNA AND THE RED MADONNAS.
Petunia tugged on the jacket of the youngest man and translated for him.
"He said, 'Bah Humbug! Do what you want! Whatever!'" she whispered.
"What did she say? Are we allowed to do this?" Red Madonna's brother asked his little cousin.
"She said they are going to eat humburger. I think she says we can come too, so hurry up, will you?"
"You are always eating. I think you have an international leak or worms being taped in you," The older boy plastered a poster on the shop window.
"Who is going to tape worms? Is anything make less noise than a worm?" the younger lad asked.
"This is land of opportunity. They tape everything. All worm in USA is tape worm. Tonight they tape my sister and then it is all over for us," he pat his little cousin on the back, "Let us go get bah humburger! You're a pickle, eat your lettuce! It's an order! Do not upset us!" he began to sing what he could recall of the jingle.
"Whatever!" the younger one agreed whole heartedly.
~To Be Continued~
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