"Alright, whatever. Me and this pickle are just going to go for it."
Singer: Hey guys, I don't think this is a microphone. It feels more like pickle wearing a clever disguise.
"Time to start the phunk! Funk? Phlunck? The music!"
Alpha Phunk, present and accounted for.
Backstage crew heads for the front of the stage. Why? Two words: Free candy.
If he stopped touching both barriers, the electricity in the entire place would stop working.
Tools of the trade. The trade? Strangling gophers.
Her attempt to kick the sun was a failure, but it's the effort that counts, right?
Spin, pull, drop, tumble, climb, spin, jetpack, flip, dismount, clapping.
The long rope to the stars.
Her resting pose is enough to make most people break into a sweat.
"Look ma, no hands!"
Don't ask Omar.
Sadly they did not multiply when left on their own. We even played some R. Kelly too.
