It's a lovely sunny day in Wrestle Street. Kendo Nagasaki comes home from work and walks into his living room, he can hear his housemate Bill Goldberg lumbering about in the kitchen.

Kendo: Bill Goldberg? Why aren't you outside playing? It's such a beautiful day!

Goldberg runs into the room, his hands are clasped to his face in a shocked expression.

Kendo: Why whatever could be wrong Bill Goldberg?

Goldberg: Me done boo-boo! Bill Goldberg stuck. Try make head-fur like Shawn Michaels has!

Kendo: What? I don't understand what you're trying to tell me, put your hands down and stop being so silly!

Goldberg: No! Bill Goldberg glue hands to face! Bill Goldberg not happy. Waaaaa!

Kendo: What? So your telling me you glued your hands to your face? Why? What were you doing?

Kendo looks closer and notices patches of hair glued to the to the top of Goldberg's head.

Kendo: Oh so you were trying to give yourself hair like Shawn Michaels? Now I understand. You silly! This reminds me of the time you shoved a crayon down your pee-hole, what a palava! Come here, let me have a look.

Kendo tugs on Goldberg's hands, but they hold fast.

Kendo: My my my! You really are in quite a pickle aren't you? Well, I can't think of a solution, it looks like Ill have to get someone round to help!

Kendo ponders the situation for a moment.

Kendo: I know! I'll call the brainiest man in Wrestle Street: Papa Shango!

Kendo goes to the phone and speed-dials Shango.

Kendo: Hello Papa Shango. Yeah its Kendo Nagasaki here, I'm afraid I've got a bit of a problem. Its Bill Goldberg, he seems to have glued his hands to his face and he can't get them off!

Kendo puts the phone down and turns to Goldberg.

Kendo: He says he'll be right over.

A few minutes later a loud whooshing noise is heard as Papa Shango's specially designed rocket-car pulls into the driveway. Kendo greets Shango at the door.

Kendo: Yeah I'm sorry to bother you Papa Shango, but I just can't think of any way to get Bill Goldberg unstuck! I thought you would be the man to do it!

Shango: And you were correct! This gives me the perfect opportunity to try out my new invention, the BioCarbonate 17 serum. It was designed to eat through any material but leave human flesh completely untouched. Dear me, Lita certainly did get a surprise when I 'accidentally' spilled some down her front during the field tests…uh…anyway lets try it out on Goldberg shall we?

Papa Shango pours a few drops onto Goldberg's face at the place where his hands are glued. After a few seconds they try to pull his hands away once more. They are still stuck fast in place much to the dismay of Goldberg.

Shango: Oh my! The glue must be comprised of some sort of AH-S457 molecular compound! I hadn't contemplated this.

Shango attempts some recalculations in his pocket notebook.

Shango: Hmmm…well I'm sorry Bill Goldberg but I can't seem to find a solution to your predicament. I believe the only option for you now is to venture out to the doctors so see if they can resolve your dilemma.

Kendo: I'm afraid he's right Bill Goldberg, its time we took you to see Dr. The Sandman. Thanks for coming round Papa Shango it's a shame your serum didn't work, goodbye!

Kendo Nagasaki and Bill Goldberg are sat in the doctors' waiting room. Goldberg still looks like a Scream painting with his hands fixed firmly on his cheeks.

The secretary at the desk looks up.

Secretary: Ok Mr. Bill Goldberg, the doctor will see you now!

Goldberg looks a bit nervous and turns to Kendo.

Goldberg: Come with me! Bill Goldberg worry.

Kendo: Now stop messing about Bill Goldberg! Pull yourself together; you're a big lad now. Get in there!

Reluctantly Goldberg walks into the doctors' room, stopping to awkwardly open the door with his elbow.

Goldberg: Hello Dr. The Sandman… Bill Goldberg have problem…

Sandman: Yes I can see! Kendo Nagasaki informed me over the phone what had happened. Please, take a seat. Did you bring the bottle of the glue you used?

Goldberg: Yes…in pocket.

Dr. The Sandman helpfully removes the glue bottle from Goldberg's pocket. Goldberg takes a seat opposite the doctor.

The Sandman studies the bottle.

Sandman: Hmmm… well I have one cream that might work. It's a long shot though.

Sandman goes to his medicine cabinet and gets out a tub of cream that looks like it has not been opened in years. The skull on the label makes Goldberg sweat nervously.

Sandman applies some of the cream around the affected area. Goldberg lets out a whimper as the cream stings his skin slightly.

Dr. The Sandman wedges a wooden tongue depressor under one of Goldberg's hands and attempts to crowbar it away. The stick snaps under the pressure and Goldberg's hand is still stuck in place.

Sandman wipes away the rest of the cream.

Sandman: Well I'm sorry Bill Goldberg, but it looks like your stuck like that. If this cream didn't do the trick then NOTHING will! I'm afraid you will have to get used to life with your hands stuck to your face.

Sandman studies Goldberg's moronic grin.

Sandman: I've got to say, your taking this news very well.

Goldberg: No, Bill Goldberg's face stuck like this. Bill Goldberg angry!

Sandman: Oh ok well I'm sorry about that but there's nothing I can do but here, take this leaflet.

Sandman tucks a leaflet titled 'So you glued your hands to your face' into Goldberg's shirt pocket.

Goldberg walks away dejected.

Back at home Kendo is hand feeding a very depressed Goldberg his favourite food- Marzipan.

Kendo: I'm sorry the doctor couldn't help you Bill Goldberg but I'm sure you will get used to this eventually.

Suddenly there is a knock at the door. Kendo opens it to see Vince McMahon standing there looking angry as always.

Vince: IVE COME TO TALK TO BILL GOLDBERG! WHERE IS HE?

Kendo: He's in the living room but please, go easy on him. He's very depressed.

Vince: ILL GIVE HIM SOMETHING TO BE DEPRESSED ABOUT!

With that Vince storms past Kendo and into the front room. Goldberg stands up suddenly.

Goldberg: Vince McMahon! Bill Goldberg do silly thing… me no able to wrestle next week.

Vince: YES I'VE HEARD ALL ABOUT YOUR IDIOTIC SITUATION. WORD TRAVELS FAST IN WRESTLE STREET! WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?

Goldberg: Uh…uh…Bill Goldberg…

Vince: SAVE IT FOR THE FANS! THIS IS THE LAST STRAW BILL GOLDBERG, YOU'RE A JOKE- A FING JOKE! EVERYBODY IS LAUGHING AT YOU AND YOUR FING STUPIDITY. I LET THE CRAYON INCIDENT PASS BUT NOT THIS TIME! YOU'RE FIRED!

And upon saying that Vince gave Goldberg a swift kick to the testicles and stormed out.

Goldberg fell to the ground clutching his bruised sack, groaning in pain.

Kendo runs to his assistance.

Kendo: Oh my word! Are you all right Bill Goldberg?

Goldberg: Uhhhhghhhhhhh! Bill Goldberg no ok… hurty.

Kendo looks at Goldberg lying in a heap, suddenly his face lights up with excitement.

Kendo: Hey! I just realised something! When Vince McMahon kicked you in the balls, the shock must have caused you to wrench your hands away from your face!

Goldberg looks at his hands in disbelief, suddenly forgetting the pain in his crotch. He stands up; suddenly the moronic smile is genuine and not just glued like that.

Goldberg: Bill Goldberg have hands back! Bill Goldberg happy!

Kendo and Goldberg jump around excitedly for a couple of minutes. Goldberg even does a celebration breakdance.

Kendo: Hey wait a minute… I've just thought of something…

Goldberg: What?

Kendo: Where did you get the hair that you were trying to glue to your head in the first place?

Goldberg: Uhhhhhhh………..

There is another knock at the front door, it sounds even angrier and more frantic than Vince's knock.

Kendo opens the door to see Skull Murphy standing there his face red with anger. Behind him a Mr. Pogo- head untidily shaven – stands looking sheepishly at the ground.

Skull Murphy: Where the hell is Bill Goldberg? I want a word with him NOW!