B.A. turned on the flashlight. He got down on his stomach and pointed the light
under the old tractor to see what repairs might be needed
"Do you hear that?" Face asked.
"Hear what?" Murdock asked.
"That...that music."
Murdock smiled. "Oh, thank goodness...you hear it too! I was afraid the voices
in my head had decided to form a band!"
"Do you hear it too, Hannibal?" Face asked.
"I hadn't noticed it before. But now that you mention it..."
Face continued his survey, "What about you B.A.?"
B.A. turned off the flashlight and stood up. "I don't hear nothin'! Instead of
you three jiber-jabberin' while I work, why don't you all get movin' too."
"The music stopped when B.A. turned off the light!" Face exclaimed. "Every time
we start building something, music starts playing. Once B.A. stopped, so did
the music!"
"Faceman, you soundin' crazy like Murdock!" B.A. turned the light back on but
dropped it when the music started up again. "I hear it too!"
"Who's crazy now, Big Guy?" Murdock teased, picking up the flashlight and
turning it off.
"Shut-up Fool! How am I supposed to get anythin' done listenin' to that junk?"
"B.A.'s right," Hannibal agreed. "Face, we need you to to find us a new song."
"Find a new song? Is that even possible?"
"I'm sure you'll think of something, Lieutenant. Perhaps something jazzy?"
B.A. rolled his eyes and mumbled, "it bad enough when he on the jazz…now we gotta listen to it too."
"What about Huey Lewis and the News?" Murdock suggested.
"No way!" B.A. protested. "I say Rick James or Isaac Hayes…them dudes can sing."
"I should never have said anything," Face groaned. "Me and my big mouth,"
"Actually, it's your ears that got you in trouble this time," Murdock quipped,
handing him the flashlight.
Face groaned again as he started walking toward his Corvette; he would never look at a flashlight the same was ever again. But then it hit him and he smiled. 'I've got the perfect answer,' he thought. 'Boy George!'
The End