C.: Please come to Boston for the Springtime I'm stayin' here with some friends and they've got lotsa room You can sell your paintings on the sidewalk By a café where I hope to be workin' soon Please come to Boston She said "No-would you come home to me?"
And she said, "hey ramblin' boy now wontcha settle down?" "Boston ain't your kinda town" "There ain't no gold and there ain't nobody like me" "I'm the number one fan of the man from Tennessee"
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Loggins David Allen
Please Come to Boston lyrics © Campbell Connelly And Co.ltd., Polygram Int. Publishing, Inc., On Backstreet Music, Inc.
d.: Yes, Ca.l.E., you are correct once again. The Boston Red Sox ARE one of the five teams that have been to the World Series four times in the twenty-first century. You are over one-half of the way to naming all five. Now please let me concentrate on coming up with a tagline for my “Magruder Mysteries” series of Murder/Mystery books!
C.: Okay, d.c. I will just keep myself occupied by doing these stretches that Yoda sent me.
d.: YODA!??!
C.: Yes. Since he retired from the “Stars Wars” movies, he needed a side hustle, so he started teaching yoga.
d.: so, he’s Yoda the yoga yogi now?
C.: Mhmm. Now, If I can get BOTH of my front feet over my back feet backward, I will be done with today’s exercises. Hey, d.c., I little help here, please?
d.: Oh, for the love of…
Meanwhile on planet HTRAE
Buddy Bones: I have homed in on the correct aircraft. That simpleton, dc. scot is annoyed with my target because he cannot think of a tagline for his series of Murder/Mystery books, “The Magruder Mysteries.” I have read the three manuscripts he has completed. He did not know that I watched him typing or that I am able to read. I knew the password for his computer. When he would leave to get a drink of water or to go to the bathroom, I would read his manuscripts. It is so simple. “The Magruder Mysteries: Intelligent reading for murder/mystery fans who like a little romance in their mysteries.”
Now, to commandeer that aircraft for my purposes, and do away with ALL the humans on that plane!
ELAC: Oh, NO! Buddy Bones is about to implement his plan to kitty nap my mirror twin and bring her to this planet. He wants to use her to do the calculations that I have yet to give him to make his perpetual motion machine! He reasons that he only has about two years left to live, since 15 is the average age that a medium-sized dog lives. I MUST do something quickly.
I will give him the calculations that will send him back to Earth, where his intelligence is (supposedly) below average. I will tell him that these are the calculation that will allow him to build his perpetual motion machine. He will have no choice but to trust me, since HIS calculations have made him try to commandeer thirty of the WRONG planes; planes that did not have his target in their passenger or cargo space.
“Oh, Dr. Bones, I have your calculations ready!”
B.B.: EXCELLENT! Now I will not need to deal with another annoying cat or any more humans! Now, if I just use these calculations, I will be able to take over the supply of energy to the entire universe. I do NOT need my mathematician anymore! Goodbye, you annoying, self-righteous, blah, blah, blah CAT.
E.: No, Dr. Bones! ANYTHING but THAT!
Tune in tomorrow, folks, and see if d.c., Cal.E., and ELAC survive, or if the evil Dr. Buddy Bones can take over the power supply to the entire universe and wield so much power that he will control every aspect of all living beings’ lives!
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