(It's an interesting day in the Jellicles' junkyard. Matt and Juliet walk in and see Tumblebrutus and Pouncival sprawled out, staring at the sky, glassy looks in their eyes.)

MATT: What's up with them?

JULIE: Uh oh. Looks like someone got into the catnip.

POUNCIVAL: Wow, man, have you, like, looked at your tail? I mean, like, really looked at it?

TUMBLEBRUTUS: (giggles uncontrollably)

MATT: But where'd they get it from? Macavity?

(Macavity enters)

MAC: Normally, yes. But not this time...I wonder who's cutting in on my catnip dealing action?

MATT: Well, if they're all high, then they won't mind Juliet bathing them and blowing their fur out for this parody. And it might help if they're tripping anyway...

JULIE: I'm on it...

POUNCE: Oh boy...holy cow, Macavity! Sorry we didn't come to you for our stash, man, but your catnip just doesn't pack the punch it used to have.

MAC: If you didn't get it from me, who did you get it from?

(At this point, Rumpleteazer enters, with a smaller kitten which looks a little like her, but she's wearing a string of beads instead of pearls.)

RUMPLETEAZER: Aaaaooowwww, 'ello there luv! Meet me little sister Ripple!

RIPPLE: Aaaaaooowww, pleased to meet ya! Want some catnip? Ya seem tense!

MAC: So THAT'S where they all got the catnip!

RIPPLE: WOW! 'Oo's that?! 'E's a stud!

RUMPLE: Oh, that's just Macavity....

RIPPLE: 'E's a cutie! WAIT UP, LOVER!

MAC: Eep. I think I need to get into my place for the start of the show... (starts running at top speed)

JULIE: Well, the other cats are all ready...they're all high on catnip though...

MATT: Perfect. Given this musical, they're in top shape for it! Although I sure hope Veroni pays for their rehab!

(The stage is set up to look like a park in New York City in 1968. Claude Hooper Munkowski, a young farm tom who went to the big city to get inducted into the Army and go off to fight in Vietnam, is standing alone at center stage. The other cats enter, dressed in their hippie garb, with their fur blow-dried out so it looks more "60''s-ish". Another tom, George Tugger, cuts off a small patch of Claude's fur and puts it in a paper bag, then lights it on fire, and the cats all begin to sing...)

MUNKUSTRAP: Are you blind when you're born?

DEMETER: Can you see in the dark?

SKIMBLESHANKS: Can you look at a king...

MATT: WRONG SONG! WRONG SHOW! Let's try this again...

(So we try it again...the spotlight picks out one of the queens of the tribe--in this case it's Grizabella--and she's holding onto Tantomile and Coricopat...)

MATT: Er, what's Griz doing?

JULIE: You don't know? She's using the twins to help her channel Janis Joplin.

MATT: Oh boy. This should be interesting.

(So Griz begins to sing in her full voice, as rock music begins to blast...)

GRIZABELLA: When the moon is in the seventh house

And Jupiter aligns with Mars

Then peace will guide the planets

And loooooove will steer the stars!

(The other cats, including Ripple, Munkustrap's agent, Cassandra's relatives, the techies, and whatever strays were roaming around all jump out)

ALL: This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius,

The age of Aquarius,

AQUARIUS,

AQUARIUS!

GUS: Eh? You called?

MATT: They said "AQUARIUS", not "ASPARAGUS"! Get into your hippie costume and get a new battery for your hearing aid!

GUS: I'm dippy and you need to get paid?

MATT: JUST GO CHANGE!

(This exchange hasn't broken the concentration of the other cats...)

ALL: Harmony and understanding

Sympathy and trust abounding

No more falsehoods or derisions

Golden living dreams of visions

Mystic crystal revelation

Aquarius,

Aquarius!

GRIZ and ALL: When the moon is in the seventh house

And Jupiter aligns with Mars

Then peace will guide the planets

And looooove will steer the stars

This is the dawning of the age of Aquarius

The age of Aquarius

Aquarius,

Aquarius!

Aquarius,

Aquarius!

(On the last "AQUARIUS!", Gus runs out in his hippie costume.)

GUS: AQUARIUS!

MUNKU: Too late, Gus.

GUS: But don't I at least look like something from the psychedelic rock age?

POUNCE: Nah, you look more like something from the prehistoric stone age!

VICTORIA: Great. He's high as a kite and he can still make smart cracks.

(So anyway, we are introduced to some of the hippies...)

TUGGER: Hi, I'm George Tugger, but you can call me Bananatugger. Since I'm really high right now and I want to get this parody over with so Ripple can get me some more catnip, let's just sing the next song...

MATT: TUGGER! Go by the script!

TUGGER: WHAT SCRIPT? You couldn't find one, you're just using a synopsis and song lyrics you found on the web! I'm just letting the karmatic goodness flow into my vertebrae, man!

MATT: Oh boy. Ripple, are you satisfied?

(Ripple is too busy scanning Macavity's hind quarters, but she turns away for a brief second to giggle.)

(So Tugger sings a song about his lost love...)

TUGGER: (sings) Once upon a looking-for-Donna-time

There was a sixteen year old virgin...

ETCETERA: And for those of you at home, that's sixteen in human years. The thought of Tugger getting intimate with a 16-year-old cat is pretty icky...

TUGGER: (continues) Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh

Looking for my Donna!

BOMBALURINA: And just where is this Donna, Tugger?

DEM: Turn it down 1000, pretty kitty. It's just a song, man!

TUGGER: (continues) I just got back from looking for Donna

San Francisco psychedelic urchin

Oh Donna oh oh Donna oh oh oh

Looking for my Donna!

Have you seen

My sixteen year old tattooed kitten

Heard a story

She got busted for her beauty, oh oh oh

Oh oh!

(This song goes on for quite a while like this...and believe me, it rocks a lot harder when you're listening to the music to go with it. Anyway, the cats then sing about their favorite stimulants...)

ALL: Catniiiiiiip

Heroin, cocaine, opium...

JELLYLORUM: Okee, I'm pulling the plug on this one. I draw the line at the catnip. I didn't even have that much, so I'm not as high as some of the other cats...

(So anyway, we meet more of the hippies, including Mistwoofolees, who has major...er, issues...and a darker-colored cat named Hudlebrutus. Both sing really cool songs, but we'll skip them...)

MISTOFFOLEES: WHY?! I actually WANTED to sing this song!

MATT: Yeah, but if we included EITHER of your songs, we'd blow a PG rating BIG TIME, and if that happened, Veroni would rip my rib cage out and wear it as a hat, and I'm not exactly ready to take that journey to the Heavyside just yet...

OLD DEUTERONOMY: I have the tire all revved up in case something DOES happen!

MATT: This is great. Even Old Deuteronomy wants to see me get my butt kicked!

OLD D: Do I WANT to see it happen? No. Will it be entertaining to watch if it does happen? YES!

MATT: Sheesh, let's just get on with this!

(Moving right along here, Claude Hooper Munkowski finally introduces himself to the audience...)

MUNKU: I'm Aquarius, destined for greatness or madness.

GUS: I thought I was Asparagus! (motions to Asparagus Jr.) And that's my son, Asparagus Jr.!

MUNKU: I SAID AQUARI...urgh, never mind, I'm too high to argue.

(...and sings about where he wishes he was instead of "slummy, mucky, polluted Flushing"...)

MUNKU: (sings) Manchester, England, England

Across the Atlantic Sea

And I'm a genius, genius

And I believe in God,

And I believe that God

Believes in Claude,

That's me, that's me...

JEMIMA: Uh, Matt, don't we believe in the Everlasting Cat?

MATT: YOU try and change the words!

MUNKU: Claude Hooper Munkowski

Finds that it's groovy to hide in a movie

Pretends he's Fellini and Antonioni

And also his countrytom Roman Polanski

All rolled into one

One Claude Hooper Munkowski

CET: Wow, another tongue twister!

ALONZO: Maybe next Jellicle Ball he should do "Pekes & Pollicles" while on catnip.

MUNKU: Now that I've dropped out

Why is life dreary, dreary

Answer my weary query

Timothy Leary, dearie

ALL: Manchester, England, England

Across the Atlantic Sea

And I'm a genius, genius

I believe in God

And I believe that God

Believes in Claude

That's me

OTHER CATS: That's he

MUNKU: That's me

OTHER CATS: That's he

MUNKU: That's me.

VERONI: And this is me calling an HTML break.

MUNKU: Groovy joke.

VERONI: And I would take that as a compliment if it weren't for the fact that I'm getting the idea you're so high you'd laugh at a ball of lint....