"Good afternoon, feathered parliament! I,

Sir Reginald Quackmoo, hereby declare this asphalt a sovereign republic of giggles!"twirls a nonexistent umbrella, bows to a flock of pink elephants flapping overhead like flamingos on helium

"Your Majesty, the Elefunky of Cloud Nine, requests a waltz! One-two-cha-cha-MOO!"moonwalks backward while quacking the national anthem of Nonsense, then salutes a passing cloud shaped like a rubber duck wearing tap shoes "Sanity is overrated; I’ve traded mine for a lifetime supply of invisible jellybeans! Care for a lime-flavored one?" offers empty hoof-handSuddenly freezes, whispers:

"Shhh… the pink elephants are unionizing. They demand feather boas and Tuesdays off." resumes galloping in slow-motion, honking like a confused goose-cow hybrid QUACK-MOO-BOING!