Pawn Ticket Trio

set forth on a cold winter’s day with the intention of procuring the magical golden pawn tickets from the alley beast. The plan worked to perfection. While Tick Tock and Suburban Bret distracted the two least cooperative heads of the terrible Van Hasselhoff with light conversation about stocking hat textures, Johnny Monotone merely asked the third head for the magical golden pawn tickets. It was gratuitous luck and good fortune that the easy going head controlled the arm which was closest to the pawn ticket pocket. The quest had been completed without physical harm to the hideous beast! Wind power was temporarily unavailable to a small town of farmers though. Upon reaching the pawn shop minutes before interest could be calculated, the pawn tickets were redeemed. What possible treasure awaited our brave trio? It was a bunch of crappy power tools and some unopened Chia Pets. So Tick Tock said, “Nuts to this Don Quixote pucky, lets be a jazz trio instead!”