The hands picked up the phone in the hot air balloon. “Boogie oogie oogie?” the wandering minstrel said into it.

Disco music echoed around and jumped out of the phone. This tortured the poor mistrel.

“Hey my funky buddy! I’ve captured the juice-stained flower patterned flag!” a voice exclaimed from the other end.

The angora sweater-loving minstrel sipped his tangerine and pickle shake. “That’s cool Mr. Popsicle. Why did you wake me from my sleep?” Jive cried into the phone.

“I had to say that your snowmobile flew into my ship.”

The minstrel raised an eyebrow, “have you been dancing and prancing around drunk again?”

“No, I ran my truck into your snowmobile which hit my ship.”

Jive jumped up and down in anger as he ruminated the thought. His earrings jingled and his high heeled shoes caused holes in the bottom of his balloon.

“Watch it man,” his friend began, “I’ll buy you some stickers and a cheese log to make up for it.”

It was too late though, for the balloon had fallen from the sky and the wandering minstrel could wander no more. The End.