Next thing he knew, Bob was in a desert somewhere. It was dry and hot. And then he saw the gates. The gargantuan red gates to this city. A desert city. But it wasn't Las Vegas, oh no. They were not in Nevada anymore. (Not that they were there to begin with but.....) They were Back in the U.S.S.R? No. Couldn't be. WHERE IN HADES WHERE THEY??? Poor SPAM though, Georgia's always on his mind so he had no clue. Melvin however was nowhere in sight. Bob began to worry. He began to cry and weep and wail like he was in a war zone with no way out and the last helicopter had just left him there with the crazy people from oh wait never mind. That's another story. Anyway. Then he saw Melvin. He was standing on top of the gates. His eyes were glowing with a eerie, strange light.( He had Kaledioscope eyes!! Like that Lucy chick. Who was in the sky with diamonds. Oh wait. That was just the sun.) Anyway, Melvin said (but he didn't really speak, he was communicating telepathically to Bob) "Ob-La-Di, Ob-La-Da, life goes on. It will be okay. Come. Enter the Holy Commune of Beer" Bob was very exicted at this. A Beer Commune? How totally radical!! He sprang up and ran up to the gates which then swang open. Moving on....go on...git!! *grin* Inside he saw a beautiful vision. Fellow Beer Worshippers frolicking and playing in the glorious midday sun. Bob was thrilled. He asked Melvin "Where did this place come from?" Melvin, ever omm-y said "I have owned the Beer Commune since 1972, when I was discovered to be the 5th reincarnation of Rocky Raccoon, the One True God of Beer. This Commune is a peaceful place with no beer philfering turkeys like the last on had." "Well, Dang!" said Bob. "It looks like Everybody's got something to hide except me and my monkey, Julian the Funky." Melvin just nodded and lead the Seventh Deli deeper into the Commune. They passed acres and acres of corn and Bob, being a corn farmer and all just had to go exploring in it. Bob quickly got himself lost in the corn and it was left up to Melvin to get Bob out of the ears. He levitated a open Lone Star onto a stump in the middle of the corn field. Bob follwed his nose and they quickly got bob out of the ears before anything else happened. They passed more fields and meadows and Bob thought this was all very strange, but who was he to argue with a Beer God?
Melvin stopped them in front of a large hut. He said "This is where I live. I am truly Mother Nature's Son. I don't go Tarzan often though. Wait. Nevermind. Come in and I will tell you The Continuing Stroy of Bungalow Bill if you wish to hear it. It will explain how all this came to be here. Come on. Well, on second thought, the hut is a little messy. Why Don't We Do it in the road instead? there aren't any cars to run us over and you can pick some of the local weed, the Wild Honey Pie. Come. Sit in the road with me!!!!!!!! It won't hurt....much...."
Bob and the rest of the Entourage were very tired so they agreed and joined Malibu Melvin smack in the middle of the road. Bob sat down next to Velvetta who was next to SPAM who was sitting behind Fredania. SPAM, ever strange was continually making bunny ears on Fredania and Velvetta. Bob was enthralled with Melvin's story and kept whacking SPAM upside the head because he was being distracting what with his watch face being "Sparkly" and all. Melvin's story drug on for hours and hours. Finally Bob said "Dude. Could you just like shutup? I'm so tired. I want food and sleep. AND YOU"VE BEEN RATTLING ON ABOUT SOME DUDE NAMED BUNGALOW BILL FOR HOURS!!! CAN IT MAN!!!"
