A tear for Luigi

Barry Gibb paced in BGHQ. “It’s not fair! We, as The Bee Gees, have been saving lives with our music for 50 years now. But those Beach Boys do it once and get all the glory!” Maurice put a hand on his shoulder, saying “take it easy, brother. It’s not about the press.”

I couldn't calm down. It's easier said than done. Maurice entangled her hand with mine, smiling. "Don't worry, the Beach Boys will make it and we'll all be happy again."

Maurice and I waited fervently for The Beach Boys to come. Little did we know, they were already in years-long musical face-off against The Bee Gees. And we were about to fall right down smack dab in the middle of it. If The Bee Gees win, it's game over for our eardrums.

The battlefield filled with disco beats & surfy harmonies. The two bands clashed & thundered. When the smoke cleared, only one band stood, but to everyone's shock the battle ended not with a winner, but as a tie. The two bands merged into a supergroup: The Beach Gees!

Unfortunately the tie was cut short as a wild challenger appears. Before them stood two plumbers. But they were no ordinary plumbers. They were the Weegees, their penetrating gaze covered by their sunglasses. The Beach Gees and the Weegees were about to break it down… with style.

“Let’s a-go!” said Luigi O. Weegee, the older of the two. “This drainage system ain’t a-gonna break itself down! Wahoo!” “Whatevs,” said the younger, whose name I’ve unfortunately forgotten. A thirty-five minute argument between the brothers then ensued, and it was an ugly sight.

They fought and fought and spontaneously broke into song. Their improvised ballad caused the pipes to burst and the system to empty. Finally in good spirits, the boys got to work drying the space—top to bottom. From that moment on, they were collectively known as The Squeegees.