I was in the mailroom helping Ulf the Unbelievadog and Kip the Mail Boy to un-jam the copier when I became aware of a commotion from outside - lots of clapping, cheering and "YAY"ing going on. Before I could even open my mouth to ask what in the name of Henri Petit's lighter was occurring, Michael came in and collared me. "Jeff," he hissed, "There are some rather enthusiastic young folk outside who wish to converse with you." "With me?" I asked. "Oh yes, you. Clark and I have done our turn with them, and now it's up to you." "Whaddya mean, 'up to me'?" I enquired, but before Michael could answer, there I was at the front door faced with the vibrantly-attired group you see above. "HI, JEFF!!!!!" They cried as they saw me. "Er, hello to you," I responded, to which some of the girls in the crew giggled and said things like "Aw, he's sooo British" in a swoonsome manner. "And who, might I ask, are you lot?" (More cries of "Ooh, he's such an Englishman" etc.) "We're The Unbelievable Dance Crew! And we're here because you're our heroes and you need a signature dance! We think it would be super awesomely cool if you guys had a signature dance named after you that people could do when they're out for the night!" I was intrigued. "Go on..." "So we need to find out what kind of dance moves you guys like so we can incorporate them into a super-cool fabby dance routine and teach it to people!" "Well, OK. I like a lot of dances, but particularly ones from the 30s, 40s and 50s, like the Charleston, Lindy Hop, Black Bottom, etc. Not to mention the Jitterbug, the Bop and the Stroll. That enough to be going on with?" "That's totes amazeballs, Jeff!!" They shouted. "We think they're fan-dabi-dozi too! Give us a couple weeks to get it all choreographed and we'll come back with a sneak preview for you chaps!" "How nice, " I thought to myself as the crew left the building. "They even threw in some U.K. slang to show me how much they like me." I wonder what they'll come up with?
I had just come from somewhere in the base, coffee still in hand, when I heard "You know what? Hold on a moment ... I'm going to go get Michael ..." Then there was a loud cheering. Clark came up to me. "Your turn. Go talk to the group outside." "What? Who is it?" I asked. "Just go. You'll see," Clark urged. He waited behind me a short distance, for what I hadn't a clue. I went and opened the door. Cheering assaulted me and I jumped back a step. I swore I saw a few people in the background get thrown up in the air cheerleader style. "HI, MICHAEL ... !!!" Just like Clark, I took in the raucous greeting a bit unsettlingly. "Um ... hi?" "We're The Unbelievable Dance Crew! And we're here because you're our heroes and you need a signature dance!" I stepped back behind the door and looked over my shoulder at Clark. He floofed his hand at me in a "go on, talk to them" sort of gesture. I returned to the cacophony of cheering and greetings. "'The Unbelievable Dance Crew' you say?" "YES!!!" they shouted back at me. "Unbelievable" I responded. "YES!!!" they shouted again. "We just think it would be awesome if 'The Unbelievable' was a dance that people could do in clubs and at weddings and other social occasions where people dance!" "Truly unbelievable ..." I said again, under my breath. But, apparently, not quietly enough. "YES!" claimed one person. "Imagine it!" stated another emphatically. "It would be awesome sauce!" cheered a third. "YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY ... !!!" all of them screamed in unison. I stepped back, closed the door slightly and turned again to Clark. "Why are you encouraging this?!?" "Oh, let'em have their fun! They're just enthusiastic and they dig us. Where's the harm? Besides ... they're even willing to incorporate robotic moves in whatever they do ..." I grumbled and reopened the door. A troupe of 7 of them had initiated a costume change. My jaw dropped:
"Uhm ... you know what? Let me get Jeff. I'll be right back ..." I closed the door, turned on my heel and scowled at Clark (he appeared to be enjoying my reactions) as I marched down the hall to find Jeff. "Robotic! Moves!" Clark called after me as I disappeared around a corner ...
