(calliope begins playing "The Merry Go Round Broke Down")

Now Roger is his name/And laughter is his game/Come on you dope, untie his rope/And watch him go insane.

(does slapstick pratfalls to make the weasels laugh)

He's lost his mind.

I don't think so.

This singing's not my line/It's tough to make a rhyme/If I get stuck, I'm out of luck--

I'm running out of time!

Thanks!

(more pratfalls; weasels start dying of laughter)

Hey, Eddie, keep it up! You're killing 'em! You're slaying 'em! You're knocking 'em dead!

I'm through with taking falls/And bouncing off the walls/Without that gun I'd have some fun/I'd kick you in the-- *gets hit in head with vase*

Nose!

Nose? That don't rhyme with walls!

No, but this does!
(kicks Smart Ass in the groin, sending him flying, screaming, into the Dip Mixer, which then dissolves him)