Cake Cream wanted to do something truly over the top; they discussed options over strawberry blizzards at DQ.
"Let's play each other's instruments" suggested Shemp.
"Fuck no" said Moe, "We're too stupid to learn anything new. I say we pile on one another and make a man mountain."
"No, that would hurt" winced Larry; "I think the better play would be to play a set of songs from another band, like maybe Four Jacks and a Jill."
As Larry was the only one who had heard of that South African band; he pulled up one of their songs from You Tube and played "Master Jack" for his band mates.
"We could do that" said Moe; they all agreed, thanked him, were welcomed, and shook hands en route to the men's room, where Moe and Larry shook another appendage.
"Let's go to Cape Town for the show" suggested Larry Fine; they called someone and rented a soccer stadium for the following day.
"Oh shit, we're gonna be late for the show" said a dilatory Joe Besser the following morning.
"Not to worry, I've got my buddy Elon on speed dial" said Curly, and he did.
Elon arranged to send Cake Cream to South Africa after lunch via rocket.
On stage, they were surprised to see that the entire audience was black; no Afrikaners, no white guys.
Two minutes into the set the audience, 200K strong, revolted; they expected rap but got served a load of crap.
The Zulus threw a plethora of spears which did nothing, so they followed up with gun shots.
A wild melee ensued, with security having to rush in and save Cake Cream from a herd of rabid rhinos that the crowd sicced on them.
Moe espied one of the rhinos suddenly and volcanically cutting loose with an odiferous blast followed by a colossal dumping of rhino poo; he idly wondered if it would taste better than Larry's, then smiled and thought knowingly: "Bloody unlikely, that."
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