Bog witch extraordinaire and port-a-potty proprietor Bernadette Moran Cacca is out walking while taking a break from burning the portable poo from Peppi’s Portapotties in her fireplace. Looking forward to her accordion and vuvuzela gig at the new Manteno Cantina, she gets interrupted by her mom, shapeshifting humanoid vulture Carla Moran:

“Why are you wearing THAT? You need to wear your NICE shirt.”

“This shirt is nice!” Bern replies to her mother who is wearing a moo-moo outside, perched atop a tree stump.

“You know what I mean. Wear your pretty shirt! Don’t you want to look good in front of your audience?”

“Maaa, I can see your cloaca.“

“That’s it! I’m calling Aunt Sonya! You are NOT to show up tonight. WE will handle it.”

Birds of a feather Carla and Sonya Moran team up to go on stage at the Manteno Cantina, located in the basement of the Optimal Club.

“Where’s your makeup?” Sonya demands of her sister and bandmate.

“I dunno — where’s your dress? Are going to stand up here looking like THAT?”

“I am my costume. My body is covered in paint. Nobody will know I am not wearing any clothes.”

The Morans belch out a few tunes.

Food is thrown onto stage including chicken wing bones, the two vultures nom it up and fly over the crowd, pooping.

Then they fly off stage-right.

“And now for our next guest, Wally Green, the Karaoke Machine!”

The bulbous 60-something drugstore owner, barfly and wacky inventor walks over to center stage, a slow clap is heard.

He takes the mic:

“Fart your birds, fart your parakeets, gimme all your budgies, hope your birds are real.

Don’t try to fly,

Don’t try and tweet.

Gimme all your budgies!

Fart your parrrrakkeeeeets.”