The Show!

Young RJ Kestler moved lithely through the jungle. He was on the tail of a Mandingo Flyster, the most dangerous variety of the Yubunub family. Mandingo called back to Kestler "Get the hell off of my roof!" Kestler had amounted himself to a servile black spearstress, in order to anger the tenacious Flyster. Flyster, you see, had long held a job at the local greebe factory, where he had a boring job. Over time there he had acquired more than his fair share of patience, if I do say so myself. Thus, he was not one to go head over heels at a silly Turista on his rooftop. Thus, Kestler disguised himself as a black spearstress of one of the local Puerbee tribes, which regularly hunted Flyster for his food.
Kestler leapt deftly from Mandingo's roof. Mandingo, clever devil as he is, pulled the earth out from underneath Kestler. Kestler landed in a pile of unjuiced, soiled juicers and juiced, unsoiled soilers. Immediately the juicers and soilers set to work, and soon Kestler was both juiced and soiled. However, the juicers and soilers did not escape unharmed: they both fell victim to Kestler, and became quite thoroughly Kestled.
At this point, Kestler left his pit of Mood for a cool pouch of ORGANIC MILK. He paid hat over collar for the milk, which he claimed was delicious. Later, strolling through the urban jungle, he fell into a stupor unaware. He had been poisoned by a series of long poisonous darts, which grew profusely in the urban jungle. Mandingo Flyster had followed him here!
Overcoming his stupor, Kestler drilled into Flyster's seventh stomach to find the succulent juice he was after. This juice was the final key he needed to get permission to attend that night's concert. The concert was a bunch of young hooligans performing Blink 182's "What's my age again?" on couchs, drumsets, guitars, and telephones. There were bound to be ensuing shenanigans.
Kestler brought the juice back to his mother, who began malleating it. She manipulated it into a doughlike consistency after boiling it on the stove. She formed a doll the size of a small child. She put the thing in her pottery oven. After a few hours, it was done.
Kestler took his mother's carkeys and hopped in the bus. He got to the concierge soon after, where the Floisties had just begun their extensive cover. As soon as he reached the precarious edge of the amphitheatre, where he nearly toppled over. He brought out his camera and filmed the proceeding:
One girl was dressed extravagantly in period clothing, and was dipping a steel infant in oil. A man, about 33, gave a shout. The man was bedecked as an island, and the sun shone brightly on him. His sunny aura seemed to attract the others on the stage to him. A young man in a prudish sailor suit was posing exoticly for pictures. He used a dormant volcano and a city, coated in ash for thousands of years and full of seemingly fossilized people, as his props. The pictures were being taken by a very picturesque gorge.
Ensonced in a cave in this gorge were the chorus. There were several of these. The first were loosely dressed, and played primitive drums and flutes. The second were romantic troubadours with candles and dressing, playing guitars and lutes. Finally, the largest chorus were robots, who spoke haltingly but without hesitation. Their voices lacked emotion.
The drama commenced when Island Man, in his shroud of emotion, had fallen ill, and landed in the fossilized village, near Posing Man. This dramatically upset Picturesque Gorge, who tried to stand up, shaking all the chorusi about. The cavemen, troubadors, and robots got all mixed up, and the robots began ordering everyone into rows based on penmanship.
In the meantime, Posing Man and Island Man had fallen in love, and we all know how THAT is. Thoroughly coated with oil, Steel Baby had been dropped in the oil!!! His mother, not wishing to spoil her dress, grabbed the edges of it to keep them from the floor, and hurried about bustlyingly. Not to fear, the troubadors had fled their robot-ordained lines to save the poor child. However, each of us know how many troubadors it takes to save a steel baby drowning in oil, am I right?
At any rate, there weren't enough, and the troubadors had to call in help from their erstwhile companions, the cavemen. This didn't work, as cavemen don't speak language. The robots, however, showed eagerness to gain access to the oil, to which they were voraciously averse. If a robot could gain control of the oil, he could use it as a weapon and threat against all the other robots, and use them to take over the stage. However, the robots had been programmed for politeness, and they were unable to interrupt Island Man and Posing Man's ferocious bickering. Instead, they had to climb the volcano, which was due to erupt any minute!!!
By this time, however, the troubadors had succeeded in wooing the Dipping Woman, and after making love languidly, they fed her several branches of grapes and fanned her with palm leaves.
They were all spent.