In the Bahamas, this is a happening.I love you, Zelda Dinkleberry.I love you so madly.Be my girl.Oh, I've been asked to get married lots of times.Oh, yeah?Who'd have asked you?My mother, my father, my brother, and my Uncle Charlie.Hi, dear friends, this is Moist Godiva, your friendly commentator.And welcome to Creep on the Street.And here comes a creep on the street now.Hi, Creep on the Street.Mmm.Mmm good. Mmm good.Commentator soup is mmm good.Mirror, mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all?You, Snow Whitehead.Why doesn't Jimmy like me?Maybe it's your breath.No, I gargle, I brush, I give myself a breath check every five minutes.Maybe it's your deodorant.Oh, come on. I spray, roll on, powder, rub in.Maybe it's just you.Look in the sky.It's a bird.It's a plane.It's Super Pimple.And then they turned on the lights and there I was embracing Ralph.I love you so madly.Be my girl.All right.We're in the bottom of the ninth.Hinky Finky is up.All eyes are glued on him.He looks very silly with all those eyes glued on him.The pitch to Hinky Finky is a sinker way inside.And that rinky dink sinker just dinked Hinky Finky's pinky finger.Amanda, I ain't got a lot of money or a big house or two cars like Harry Winokur, but I love you.I like you, too, but tell me more about Harry Winokur.Hey, polka dots are back in style.How about your crooked smile?Look, Sir Lancelot, a fire-breathing dragon.Yes, I know.Wow.In the morning when that dragon breathes fire, phew, today's the day I tell him, dragon, you got bad fire.Bad fire.I love you so madly.Be my girl.I love you so madly.Be my girl.This was happening.You know what I mean.I love you so madly.