[Growltigger]

OK, enough of this intergalactic techno-mayhem... Growltigger materialises in the middle of the cantina, dressed in his favourite "Ali Bongo" magical outfit, and flanked by two of the more luscious FBW's (the Kirsty Gallagher and Victoria Silvstedt lookalikes - who are wearing about enough clothing to cover one rather small female, and believe, these two are definately not small in certain areas!!)....

The Great Kat surveys the cantina, and to evidence that he is indeed a cat with feelings, a small tear glistens in his eye when he sees what his beloved cantina has become, but not for too long, as he is not a girly man.

Friends, Patrons, Countrymen (oh, and you wretched north americans)... what have we done? what have we let our cantina become? how could it slip into such a pit of wanton despair..

This cannot be, it shall not be...

Using the age old mantra of "izzy Wizzy Let's Get Busy", the Great Kat waves his magic wand...

Kazamm, the decor of the cantina is spruced back into its wonderful neo-classical fusion style...

Pazazzz, an all girl orchestra wearing thongs and saucepan lids appears on stage, blasting out some bottom kicking tunes...

Powey, the kitchen is refreshed to its previous glory, tribbles wings on the spit roast and lots of nibbles, pizzas etc....

Thsspppp, a taz clone appears behind the bar, polishing the counter and licking the glasses clean as always and waiving a sign saying free booze for the first ten thousand customers....

Wahey.... a mulititude of scantily clad FBWs appear on the dancefloor, beckoning to the patrons to come join them for a tuppeny upright....

Thwokkk, thecarpark is cleared away and retarmaced,, Barry the T Rex appears, dressed in his valet uniform and looking forward to refusing entry (and eating) the more undiscerning punters...

Biff.... hordes of killer mongoose, ninja shrimp, evil sea beasts, swamp monsters, killer raccoons, pyscho squirrels and ornery varmints appear behind the cantina, ready to join their evil boss in cartoon mayhem...

Blammo.... everything gets back to normal save for the one last great miracle....

Waving his wand and summoning all his strength, GT looks at Mac and casts the most difficult spell, suddenly, Mac is grabbed by a force divine and is dunked into a large tub of antiscpetic, his clothes are miraculously repaired, he is cleanned up and even more wonderfully, the disturbing smell of wee wee he always carried with him is scrubbed clean! he is left smelling fresh, looking presentable, and less like a right of spinbdle shanked tosspot and pervert....

GT loses the Al Bongo outfit, reverts to his dinner jacket and cigar, stows the red hot poker hand cannon behind the bar, and as the stompin' strains of "Just a Gigolo" come from the all-girl orchestra, goes down to the dancefloor to join the FBW's in a lot of full contact dancing....

The good old days are back...who do we beat up first?