Sticky Fingers Mcraccoon

The belle of the ball and most frightening of all is Sticky Fingers McRaccoon. He knows how to win, and how to get in, with his gang, of crazy ragamuffins. He’s never invited, but won’t ever be slighted, as he comes along, for a crime. And the birthday bash, yes, that he did crash… for a fun filled jolly old time. We kept our eyes, on him, all the time, but found later, we’d been bamboozled. As we watched him, someone broke in, and our shiny bobbles, had been hustled. We were humbled to know, we’d been treated so, and vowed to get vengeance. Instead of making a fuss, we got FunkunDilly, to follow him home, in silence. You see, a squirrel can climb, and see, from way up in the trees, to reconnoiter. Not only our goods, but all other’s too, were caught quite true, with our ardor... While Sticky Fingers McRaccoon, slept with joyous dreams, of glorious plunder. But when he woke up, he was surrounded by Trolls, with faces meaner than badgers. Now violence is not what we sought, rather a job, that would suit them, quite well. His plunder now gone, and clubs close in Troll hands, he agreed to, our bombshell. He and his gang, were bespelled, by our neighbor witch, to forever live in Las Vegas. With Trolls to supervise, a Magic McRaccoon Show, would be totally, tremendous. McRaccoon wasn’t mean, he’d just lost his dreams, you see, that were so wonderous. Now he was free, to make a great dream, in a way that was so bubbly, and contagious. Siegfried and Roy, look out my boys, McRaccoon is on his way, to massive greatness. All because he stole Lilly’s toys, and FunkunDilly had brought down their crimes, demise. There would now be magical shows, where the front seats, would be ours, to plunder. Trolls would arrive, to help at all times, as friends they all slowly, became, forever.