The penultimate song of Mabel Montana’s set had just ended. Time now for her theme song. But first…
“Well, *that* was interesting,” Stumpy spoke over to Gotham, both high on something tonight of course. “I guess we know what Dinah and Moe hum together.”
“Shhh,” spoke Gotham over to his head friend. “Montana’s starting.”
“Yeah, errr, I know. She’s started singing again.” Even though it was just a hum in the beginning, a purposeful carryover by the alien Martian girl clad to the hilt in lime green garb.
“*No*. Just listen. I *know* this song.” She starts in earnest.
I might be movin’ to Montana soon
Just to raise me up a crop of
Raisin’ it up
Waxen it down
In a little white box
I can sell uptown
Baker Bloch spoke over the music. “She’s really quite good, you know. In a karaoke kind of way.”
“You’re lucky I’m even talking to you again, lover boy,” Hucka Doobie said back.
“Another… drink guys?” Wheeler now, tending the bar.
“Make it a double,” the other woman at the bar said, scooting an empty glass toward her. “No, a *triple*.” She glanced at Baker again, a smirk still on his face. She wished she could just wipe that expression off his dead mug like a state from a map. Montana’s second verse began…
I’m pluckin’ the ol’ dennil floss
That’s growin’ on the prairie
Pluckin’ the floss!
I plucked all day an’ all nite an’ all afternoon
I’m ridin’ a small tiny hoss
His name is…
Mabel stopped singing, lowered the microphone. The music continued on without her.
“Mighty Little!” offered Gotham from the back, thinking she had forgotten the lines. “The horse’s name is…”
“I can’t do this,” she interrupted Gotham, who was just trying to help. Okay, helping but also a little pissed off that his buzz was being killed. He was grooving! “I’m going home.”
Baker turned to Hucka Doobie and also Wheeler. “What just happened here?”
“Duh,” spoke Wheeler. “It’s her brother. Big Little. The song reminded her of…”
“It’s Little Big,” said Hucka Doobie in yet another interruption. “Or Big comma Little; but we get the point.”
“See ya, guys. Sorry. Thanks for coming.” She walked across the tiger head one more time as Montana before it all went away.
(to be continued)