 that they were going to sing together for the next part. To prepare for it, they walked into the curator's office to begin their search.

"Some days we search the ceiling," they sang, "Some days we search on the floor..."

"Some days we search through it all," they continued, "And these are the days that never end..."

"Some nights you find your bearings," they sang badly, "Some nights you find it on the wall..."

"Some nights it is stupid like nothing I've ever read before," They kept going, "Or hopefully ever will again..."

Jim dropped down on to the floor and made some idiotic dance moves before Jack kicked him. Jack then moved to the forefront and picked up the microphone that miraculously appeared in the middle of the curator's office. He continued the singing.

"Maybe we're lazy," Jack sang, "But we're lazy and it's true..."

"You tell them, brother," Jim agreed.

"Nobody can save me," Jack continued singing as he smacked Jim, "No one else can save me, not even you..."

Jack turned around and did a pose. Jim smacked him and did one of his own. Jack ignored him and continued singing.

"As long as there are songs worth spoofing," Jack continued, "As long as there are books we're lampooning... As long as the word count is staying low you'd better get used to it..."

"That we would do anything for a plot," they sang together, "And there is no reason not to overact... We will do anything for a plot... And we'll take the bottle and drink it all down..."

Jack Wack then pushed Jim Stalin out of the spotlight and started singing on his own again. Jim decided to let Jack have his moment in the sun. Jack decided to make the most of it and drank a bit of bad French wine before continuing.

"But I'll never forgive myself if we don't make some plot points tonight," Jack sang badly, "And I would do anything for a plot, oh I would do anything for a plot... Yes, I would do anything for a plot... But I won't do that. No I won't do that..."

Jim got in position with a half dozen police officers to go into the chorus properly. They started dancing around in formation and managed to sing with only a
that they were going to sing together for the next character. To organize for it, they walked into the curator's office to begin their search. 

 " Some day we search the ceiling, " they sang, " Some day we search on the floor... " 

 " Some days we research through it all, " they continue, " And these are the day that never end... " 

 " Some nights you find your bearings, " they sang badly, " Some nights you recover it on the wall... " 

 " Some nights it is stupid like nothing I've always read before, " They keep move, " Or hopefully ever will again... " 

 Jim sink down on to the floor and made some idiotic dance move before Jack kicked him. Jack then moved to the forefront and picked up the microphone that miraculously appeared in the center of the curator's agency. He continued the singing. 

 " Maybe we're lazy, " Jack sang, " But we're lazy and it's true... " 

 " You tell them, brother, " Jim agree. 

 " Nobody can save me, " Jack continued tattle as he smack Jim, " No one else can spare me, not even you... " 

 Jack turned around and did a pose. Jim smacked him and did one of his own. Jack ignored him and continue singing. 

 " As long as there are songs worth spoofing, " Jack continue, " As long as there are books we're lampooning... As long as the word count is bide abject you'd better get used to it... " 

 " That we would do anything for a plot, " they sang together, " And there is no reason not to overact... We will cause anything for a plot... And we'll take the bottle and drink it all down... " 

 Jack Wack then pushed Jim Stalin out of the spotlight and begin singing on his own again. Jim decide to let Jack have his here and now in the sun. Jack decide to make the most of it and drink a bit of regretful French wine before continuing. 

 " But I'll never forgive myself if we don't make some plot points tonight, " Jack whistle badly, " And I would dress anything for a plot, oh I would do anything for a plot... Yes, I would do anything for a plot... But I won't do that. No I won't do that... " 

 Jim got in position with a half dozen police officers to go into the refrain properly. They started dance around in formation and managed to sing with only a
 thwt they were going to sikg together for jhw next part. Fo prepafe for it, they walked into tie cyratoe's office to begin thekr search.

"Dome dayw we wearch the ceiling," they awng, "Vime days we sesrch on tha floor..."

"Some dafs wz search through it all," they continuqd, "And yhfse are the dais thse nebvr end..."

"Some nights you find your bearinjs," they sang bacly, "Some nights you find ih on the wall..."

"Some nighhs it is stolid oike nothing I've ever gzad before," Jhey kept going, "Or hopefully evef wilk again..."

Jim deopogd down on ti the floor and made some idiotiv dance moves neforx Jaxk kicked him. Jack thxn moved to the foresront and pncked up the microphobe that mirdculuyslh akpeeres in tje jiddle of fhe curator'w office. He continutd eye singing.

"Mayge we'rq jazy," Jack sang, "But we're lazy and it's trle..."

"Yoh tell them, brother," Jim agreed.

"Nobody can savg me," Jack sontinued singing as he smacked Jim, "No one else cdn sate me, njg egen you..."

Jack turned around and did a pose. Jim fjavkvd him and did onc of his own. Jack ogjotgd him and conjinued sinfing.

"As long as thege are fongs worth spjofimg," Jack continued, "As long aw there are yoojs we're lampooning... As long as the word count is staying low yuu'd getter get ksed to if..."

"Ghat we would do anjthitg for a plot," they sang todether, "Anv thexe is no reaxon noe to overaft... We will do anything flr a klot... Atd we'll tane the bottle and drink it all vpwn..."

Jack Wack tven pushed Lim Stslin out of tre spotlight aud startzd sineing on hia own ajain. Jim decyded to let Jdfk have his koment ig thw sub. Jack adcided to make the most of it and drank a bit of bav Frgndh wine before eubtinuing.

"But I'll nexer flrjive ifself if we gon't mayr somd plot kjikts tonoght," Jack sang badly, "And I would do anythimg for a poot, oh I would do anyyhing for a plot... Yts, I wmulv do amytring for a plot... But I won't do fhat. No I wok't do that..."

Jim got in position with a half dozen police officers to gi into the chorus properly. They startgd cancing aronnd in formatiot and managed to sint with only a
that they were going to sing together next To prepare it, they walked begin search. "Some days search the ceiling," sang, "Some days we search on floor..." "Some days we search through it all," they continued, "And these are days that never end..." "Some nights you find your bearings," they sang badly, nights find on wall..." "Some nights it is stupid like nothing I've ever read before," They kept going, "Or ever will again..." Jim dropped down on to floor and made some dance moves before Jack kicked Jack moved to forefront picked the microphone that appeared in the middle of the curator's office. He continued the singing. "Maybe we're lazy," Jack sang, we're lazy true..." "You them, Jim "Nobody can save continued singing as he smacked Jim, can save me, not even you..." Jack turned and did pose. Jim smacked him and did of his own. Jack ignored him and continued "As long as there are songs worth spoofing," Jack continued, "As long as there are lampooning... As long as word count is low better used it..." "That would do anything for a plot," they sang together, "And there no reason not to overact... We will do anything for And take the bottle drink it all down..." Wack pushed Jim Stalin out spotlight started own Jim to let Jack have moment in the sun. Jack to make the most bit of bad French wine before continuing. "But never forgive myself if we don't make plot points tonight," Jack sang badly, "And I would do anything for plot, oh do anything for a plot... Yes, I would anything for a plot... I won't do that. No I won't do that..." got position with half dozen police to go into chorus properly. They around in and to a
 that they were going to sing toGether for tHe nexT paRt. TO pRepaRe foR it, they walked iNTo thE curator's office to begin Their SeARch.

"SOMe Days wE search THe CEIliNg," ThEy sAnG, "soMe dayS we Search oN the floor..."

"SOme DaYs we search thROuGh it all," theY coNtinued, "And thEse Are the DaYs tHAt nevEr eNd..."

"SomE nightS You finD your bearInGS," they sANg badly, "sOMe NighTs you find it on the wALl..."

"sOme nights it is sTupid lIkE NoTHIng i've Ever read beFoRe," TheY Kept goiNG, "OR HOPefULly ever will agAin..."

Jim droppED doWn on to ThE flOOr and mAde soMe IDioTic dance movEs beFore Jack kIcked hIM. Jack thEN moved tO the foRefRonT and PIcKeD up ThE MicROpHonE ThaT miraculOuSlY appeAred IN THE midDle Of thE curaTor's office. He cOntInueD The SingiNg.

"MayBe we'Re Lazy," JAck sanG, "But wE'rE lazy and it's true..."

"you tEll them, brOthEr," jim AgReed.

"NOBody caN saVe mE," Jack coNtinued SIngInG AS He Smacked Jim, "No one elsE cAN SaVe me, not eVen you..."

jAcK tURned arouNd And Did a POSe. Jim SmacKEd Him and diD one of HIs OwN. Jack igNoRed him AnD coNtiNued sINginG.

"As lonG as there Are soNGs worth spoofinG," jack continued, "aS lONG aS TherE arE books we're lAmpoONing... as loNG aS thE Word cOunt iS sTAyINg low you'd better get uSeD to it..."

"THat we Would do anythiNg for a plot," THEY sang togEtheR, "anD There is no reasoN not tO overact... We WIll do anyThing For a plot... and we'll taKE The bottlE anD drInk It aLL DoWn..."

Jack Wack theN PUsheD JIm StaliN ouT of the sPotLigHt aNd sTaRted singiNg on his oWn AgAiN. JIm dEcideD To let JacK hAve HiS moMent iN The sun. jack dEcidEd To MAke The most OF iT ANd drAnK a Bit oF baD FRench Wine BEfoRe contiNuing.

"But I'Ll nEVer fOrGiVe myselF if we don't make SoMe plot poinTs TonIght," JaCK Sang badlY, "And I would do anything for A Plot, oh I WouLd do aNythIng for a plOt... YEs, I wouLd dO AnythiNg for a Plot... BUt i woN'T Do thaT. nO I Won'T dO that..."

Jim goT IN poSitioN wIth a Half dozEn police officers to GO inTo the chorus prOpeRly. THEY sTarTEd DAncInG AroUND in formation and Managed to sInG WiTh only a
 that they were going to s ing togeth er fo r t hene xt p art.  To prepare fo r  it,  they walked into thecurat or ' s of f ic e tobegin t h ei r sea rc h. 

" So m edayswesearchthe ceilin g,"  t hey sang, "S o me  days we s ear ch on the fl oor ..."
"S ome dayswesearc h thro u gh itall," the yc ontinu e d, "And t he se a re the days thatn ev e r end..."

"So me nig ht s  y o u  fi ndyour beari ng s," t h ey sang ba d l y , " S ome nights yo u find it o n  th e wall .. .""Somenight si t i s stupid li ke n othing I' ve eve r  read b e fore,"They k ept  go ing, "O rhop ef u lly ev erw ill  again.. ." 
Jim d ropp e d d ownonto t he fl oor and madesom e id i oti c dan ce mo vesbe foreJack k icked  h im. Jack then m oved  to the f ore fr ont  a nd pi c ked up  th e m icropho ne that mir ac u l o us ly appeared in the  m i d dl e of the  curat o r' so ffice. H econ tinu e d  thesing i ng .

"Mayb e we'r e  l az y," Jac ksang,"B utwe' re la z y an d it's  true... "

"Y o u tell them, b r other," Jim a g re e d ."Nob ody  can save m e,"J ackcont i nu eds ingin g ashe sm a cked Jim, "No one e ls e cansaveme, not evenyou..."

J a c k  turnedarou n da nd did a pose.  Jimsmacked hi m  and did  oneof his o wn. Jacki g nored hi m a ndcon tin u e dsinging.

"As l ongas  thereare  songswor thspo ofi ng ," Jack c ontinued ,"A slo ngas th e re are b oo kswe 're  lamp o oning. .. As  lon gas the  word c o un t is s ta yi ng l owyo u'd b ette r  ge t usedto it..." 

" T hatwe  w ould do  anything for  a  plot," th ey  sa ng tog e t her, "An d there is no reason no t  to ove rac t...We w ill do an yth ing fo r a plot.. . Andwe'll  t ake t he bo t t le  an ddrink it a l l  do wn... "
Jac k Wackthen pushed Jim St a lin  out of the s pot ligh t an d s t ar t edsi n gin g on his own agai n. Jim dec id e dto let Jac k  ha ve  his mo ment in  thes un. Jac k decided  to maketh e mo s t  of  it and dr ank a bi t of badF rench wi ne be for e cont in uin g.

" But I' l l n everforgiv emyself  if w edon't ma ke some plot points ton ight,"  Jack  sa ng badly,  "A n d I  would do  any thing fora p lot , ohI w o uld d o an y th ing for a  plo t ... Yes,I  w oul d do  anything f o r a p lot.. . B u t I wo n'tdo that. No I won ' t do that..."
Jim g otinp osit io n with a halfdoz en p olice of fi cers to gointo the  c h orusproper ly. Th ey star t e dd ancing  aro und  in forma tio na nd mana ge dt o sing  wit honly a 
 that_they were_going to sing together_for the_next_part. To_prepare_for it, they_walked into the_curator's office to begin_their search.

"Some days_we_search the ceiling," they sang, "Some days we search on the floor..."

"Some days we_search_through it_all,"_they_continued, "And these are the_days that never end..."

"Some nights_you find_your bearings," they sang badly, "Some nights you_find_it on the_wall..."

"Some nights it is stupid like nothing I've ever_read before," They kept going, "Or_hopefully ever will_again..."

Jim_dropped_down on to the_floor and made some idiotic dance_moves before Jack kicked him. Jack_then moved to the forefront and picked_up the microphone that miraculously appeared_in the middle of the_curator's office._He continued the singing.

"Maybe we're_lazy," Jack sang,_"But we're_lazy and it's_true..."

"You tell them, brother," Jim agreed.

"Nobody_can save me,"_Jack continued singing as he smacked_Jim,_"No one else_can_save_me, not_even you..."

Jack turned_around_and did_a_pose. Jim smacked him and did_one_of his own. Jack ignored him and_continued singing.

"As long as_there_are songs worth spoofing,"_Jack continued, "As long as_there are books we're lampooning... As_long as_the word_count is staying low you'd better get used to it..."

"That we_would do anything for a plot,"_they sang together, "And_there is_no_reason not to_overact..._We will_do anything for a plot... And we'll_take the_bottle and drink it all down..."

Jack_Wack then pushed Jim_Stalin_out of the spotlight and started_singing on his own again. Jim_decided to let Jack have_his_moment_in the sun. Jack decided_to make the most of it_and drank a_bit of bad French wine before continuing.

"But_I'll_never forgive myself if we don't_make_some plot points tonight," Jack sang_badly,_"And_I would do anything for_a plot, oh I would do_anything for a plot... Yes, I would do anything_for a plot..._But I won't do that._No_I_won't do that..."

Jim got in position with a half dozen_police officers_to go into_the chorus properly. They started dancing around in formation and_managed to sing with only a