Harpua-Phish

And meanwhile in the town...in a whole different part of the townthere lived a young boy all alone in a suburban neighborhoodand every day he'd sit in his roomand sit on his little couch [AND SMOKE POT!]...he'd sit on his little couch andhe'd listen to his stereo...and he'd lay back andhe'd look down next to him andhe'd pet his favorite little [DOG!]furry little...oh, he loved his little...furry...thing that he pet every day while he listened to his stereo[while sitting on the couch]he'd pet his furry [thing on the couch] his furry... And he looked down and he said"I love to pet you, my little furry...thing that I ...I love you so much that I decided to name youthis name that I love and so I named you...I love you so...that's why...that's why I pet you every day...that's why I named you...that's why when I first got you andI knew how much I loved you...I decided that I'd give you the name of...the moniker of...I'd call you...your name is...I DECIDED THAT YOUR NAME WOULD HAVE TO BE...I'D CALL YOU...YOUR GOING TO BE CALLED...I THINK YOUR NAME...I CALL YOU...YOU'D GO AS... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!POSTER NUTBAG!!!!!!!!Poster Nutbag sat on the couch next to Jimmy...Poster Nutbag, the furry little kitty-cat Jimmy's pet sat next to Jimmy and he looked up at Jimmy...and on this particular day Poster Nutbag decided to go for a little walk so Poster Nutbag got up and walked toward the door and Jimmy went to the door and he opened up the door and Poster Nutbag went outside and he started walking across the yard..and he walk onto the sidewalk and he started walking innocently down the street and he walked down the street and suddenly he found himself wandering...into a new part of town that he'd never been to...Let me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNLet me take you to...FUNKYTOWNAnd when he got there he was walking along and suddenly he rounded a corner and in front of him he saw...he saw Harpua...Harpua, the ugly dog from the beginning of the story...and they looked at each other...tension filled the air...there was going to be a nasty fight...Harpua saw Poster Nutbag and began to growl and let a hungry drop of saliva fall onto the floor...Poster Nutbag coiled his body into a deadly arch...the fight was about to begin...ARGAAAAAAAA!Look, the storm's gone...Dad [Mike]:Jimmy...Jimmy [Fish]:Yes, DadD: Jimmy, I have some bad news...J: What might that be...Dad?D: It's about your cat, Poster...J: You wouldn't be talking about Poster Nutbag, now would you?YOUR CAT DIED!Poster is deadPoster is deadPoster's SO deadHow about a goldfish? I don't want a goldfishHow about a goldFISH? I don't...want a goldfishHow about A goldfish? I don't want...a goldfishWhat do you...what do you...what do you...I want...What do you...A dog A dogThere's a dog in the stationWith an ugly mutationAnd it needs lubrication each dayThere's a dog in the stationContemplating rotationAs a form of recreation and playA dogThere's a dog in the stationWith a bad reputationIt's a sign of the nation's decayBut the dog in the stationDoesn't need a vacationAs the people rush by dressed in grayA DOGA DOGA DOG!! Trey [with asides by Fishman]: