Heshy started to glow in pleasure. “Dis vaudeville we’s gonna be doin’ is straight from the rebbe’s tish. I mean just like a mitzvah tantz, widout the streimels or strings.”
Nancy said, “I rather prefer playing with the string, but if you must, you must.”
“But what do we do for an encore?” Dov-Winnie-the-Pooh-Ber scratched his beard. “All we have is what we came back in time with. I don’t have so much as a ball to juggle or a flame to swallow!”
Nancy yawned. “I’ll sing, of course. It’s not assur for a female cat to show her vocal talents.” She started caterwauling and the group covered their ears in pain.
All of a sudden, Mod-93.9 cut in with a station break. “WNYC. Never. Turn. It. Off.”