Nibs smiled widely as the familiar beat of one of his favorite non-Broadway songs filled the room.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around
Since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
As he was singing, Nibs was doing some very similar moves to the ones in the well-known movie his song came from. Everyone also saw that he was doing his 'Mr. Mistofellees' routine from when he was in Small Monday Island's production of Cats.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
"And now we know why disco died," Slightly quipped.
"Disco's not dead; it's just been-" Nag started, activating a reflective disco ball for the song.
"In the Witness Protection Program," Plug finished. (A/N: This little conversation between the Twins and Slightly was taken from an episode of Full House)
Nibs smirked and continued his song. However, he just sang normally, since his vocal range couldn't go as high as the Bee Gees'. Nobody minded at all; they just liked seeing him up there having fun.
Well now, I get low and I get high,
And if I can't get either, I really try.
Got the wings of heaven on my shoes.
I'm a dancin' man and I just can't lose.
You know it's all right. It's OK.
I'll live to see another day.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother,
You're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin',
And we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Tinkerbell was next to smile. "Bobbing buckets, even before we found him with the cast, we should have known it was Nibs who was behind the makeup that day!"
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Stayin' alive.
Slightly nodded, serious now. "That's slightly for sure. I remembered those moves from his Friends Day performance from when he was in Cats."
"Nibs always did like disco music!" Curly added, recalling that whenever Slightly had his radio playing when they did chores around the Underground House, the station would 'mysteriously' change from country to disco.
Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk,
I'm a woman's man: no time to talk.
Music loud and women warm,
I've been kicked around since I was born.
And now it's all right. It's OK.
And you may look the other way.
We can try to understand
The New York Times' effect on man.
As he was singing, Nibs was grinning as he watched Tootles and Michael imitating the disco moves that he was doing. These two had really liked it when he did these moves onstage, and Michael felt a lot better.
Whether you're a brother or whether you're a mother, you're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Feel the city breakin' and everybody shakin', and we're stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive, stayin' alive.
Ah, ha, ha, ha, stayin' alive.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me.
Somebody help me, yeah.
Life goin' nowhere.
Somebody help me, yeah.
I'm stayin' alive.
"Great. First a monster jam, and now a cheesy disco. What's next?" Curly said as Nibs sat down after striking the classic disco pose at the end of his song.
"That's easy! Another-" Nag started.
"Country hit!" Plug finished.
"And this one's all yours!" they said together.