The Polka Band That Ravaged Des Moines, Part Ii

...Now Des Moines is a fine heartland town, not a Sodom on the Pacific, as minds returned, realization came and the people found it quite horrific. They didn’t know who had drugged the beer, bo one had seen that woman of man, but something like this needed a fall guy, so they blamed the whole mess on the band! And just as the city was venturing out the angry, naked mob charged back on in! People scattered, all looking for cover, we looked on the whole scene with chagrin. When they approached the ravaged dance hall we knew that we didn’t have much time, ran out to the vans so very quickly that we left all the instruments behind! The angry nudists burned down the dance hall, but luckily we were miles away, and from what I have heard this whole event is steadfastly denied to this day. Even videos on the internet are just passed off a nothing but fakes, mass denial seems their best option for dealing with this colossal mistake. I left that band, set off to find more work, since I can’t go back to Des Moines again, which is how I came upon a midget who played matador to fighting chickens…