Super Rad Powdered Milk Man with Two Heads and the Midget Pirates from Planet V!
Attention miscellaneous superheros, cadets, and good citizens of Aquabania! Our saviours have arrived. This very Friday, at the hour of 6:30 pm, the Aquabats will appear at the The Quest! That's right, THE AQUABATS! I shall not miss this grand event, but as it would truly be a shame to experience it alone, I invite you, my dear good friends, to accompany me. Visit The Quest for ticket information. Together, through the power of music, we can banish the forces of evil to the far reaches of the universe and bask in the glory that will follow!
In the even that you have no idea what I'm talking about, I cannot believe that you are my friend. Visit the good people at Wikipedia without haste and redeem yourself.
Disclaimer: I must confess, I am not, at present, absolutley sure that tickets are actually available. But, to be honest, excited as I am about this, I have to wonder whether there are enough such people to sell out a show. Wonderful as that would be, it seems that the sun has set on the world of Southern California superhero punk-ska. So I'm optimistic. If I'm wrong, you can all hate me. And then I will attempt to win you back by personally writing the MC Bat Commander and telling him that I have Space Monster M tied up in my basement. When he arrives, with the rest of the band in tow, they will be so overjoyed that they will perform a private concert in my back yard. As long as they don't ask to look in the basement first. I don't know what I'll do then, but I'll figure something out.
In the even that you have no idea what I'm talking about, I cannot believe that you are my friend. Visit the good people at Wikipedia without haste and redeem yourself.
Disclaimer: I must confess, I am not, at present, absolutley sure that tickets are actually available. But, to be honest, excited as I am about this, I have to wonder whether there are enough such people to sell out a show. Wonderful as that would be, it seems that the sun has set on the world of Southern California superhero punk-ska. So I'm optimistic. If I'm wrong, you can all hate me. And then I will attempt to win you back by personally writing the MC Bat Commander and telling him that I have Space Monster M tied up in my basement. When he arrives, with the rest of the band in tow, they will be so overjoyed that they will perform a private concert in my back yard. As long as they don't ask to look in the basement first. I don't know what I'll do then, but I'll figure something out.