Mulder was standing there, in front of a large group of people. He was wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants and a muscle-hugging long-sleeved gray shirt. All of a sudden, he started singing: "I'm a desperado, Underneath your window, I see your silhouette, Are you my Juliet, I feel a mad connection, With your body." Then he turned around…

"Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

Every time saying this, he would accentuate the syllables of the words with the sideways movements of his hips. He again turned back around.

"I wanna be your lover, Your only Latin lover, We'll go around the world in a day, Don't say no, no, Shake it my way, oh, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

Once again, he accentuated the syllables of the words with his hips, all the while, people were singing and dancing in the background. "Hola Amiga, Hola Amiga, You're my temple of desire, We'll go around the world in a day, Don't say no, no, Shake it my way, oh, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

Everyone was up dancing and singing with him. It was very good choreography. Slide, twirl, slide, shake. Then he was surrounded with sand, as were the other dancers. Was it a beach? A sandbox? A desert? "You're a Mata Hari, I wanna know your story, In the Sahara sun, I wanna be the one, That's gonna come and take you, make you, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

He was back up on the stage dancing, singing, sweating. "Up in the Himalayas, C'mon I wanna lay ya, We'll go around the world in a day, Don't say no, no, Shake it my way, oh, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

Scully woke up sweating. It was the third time that week that she had had that dream. She had to stop listening to that Ricky Martin CD while she was sleeping. As usual, Scully got to work before Mulder. She was sitting at her computer when he walked in. He was wearing a yellow pair of headphones that were connected to a portable CD player.

"Hey, Scully?" he questioned.

"Yeah?"

"You have to listen to this CD." He handed the headphones to her. She placed them on her head. Music filtered into her ears: "Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon, Shake your bon-bon."

She laughed aloud as she thought of her dream and saw a whole bunch of mini-Mulder's dancing around in tight leather pants. "What's so funny?" he asked, sure he missed something. Under her breath, Scully replied, "Shake it, Mulder, shake it."