Meanwhile, Yakko was in the alley when he saw something coming out of the corner of the alley.
Rita: Hi kid, I'm Rita.
Yakko: I'm Yakko now go away.
Rita: I just wanna help. It seems we're in the same ditch and maybe we can help each other out.
Yakko: sigh...My brother dissed me.
Rita: It's not unlikely. You see Yakko; boys and big chances well, they just don't mix. Young is the best time to be apart. Cause the more you get older the more you seperate and it seems that just happened to me. I don't want it to be the same with you because it's like this:
First, they're gonna tell us we're the next big things. They'll put flowers right beside us just to be affectioning. Till we ask to be a little farther up and the popularation, they'll say we're a big mama. TICKET. Termination! They grab the next singer just striding down the Ave. The get to sing all our songs and keep our old can. It's cruddy when it stops. When your fame goes down and your fame just drops. You got no real friends? No place to call home? It's all: good kiddy; but no praise!!!No,no,no,no! And the next thing we ain't getting those flowers. It turns to cold moods, cold showers...cold flowers. They don't write, don't call, not even look for us again. Cause all that they can thnk about is us in the way. There ain't nothing we can do to snap our heads, and surprise them. Sometimes, we swear we just,
Yakko: Have to bite 'em!
Both: It's cruddy when it stops. When our time goes down and our fame just drops. You got no real friends? No place to call home? It's all, good kiddy, but no praise!!! no,no,no,no!
Rita: And no praise!
Yakko: I don't see why he's in that dumb stupid band! He doesn't even fit the bidding.
Rita: Pardon.
Yakko: He's not a stray. We're just the king's sons.
Rita: WHOA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Madjesty, I think we have the solution to our problem!
Yakko: We did?
Rita: Oh yes...