ocean snail and peach pit

Mango was discharged on Thursday morning.
Thursday was open mic night at the Unitarian Church.
Not a good combination of events. But who would have known.
Mango Spaddafora decided he would make gnocchi while playing Verdi's "Requiem" on a kazoo. He told the MC, Darryl Winderfork, that he'd be playing the requiem, on a wind instrument. The MC was duly impressed, as Mango was dressed in a tan linen suit, albeit a bit wrinkled, and a black pork-pie hat. It was this air of eccentricity that enamored Darryl.
"And now a warm open mic welcome for Mango Sapddafora, who will take us into the realm of the classical."
Mango lifted a large suitcase onto the stage, then slipped an orange kazoo out of his breast pocket. He began to play. It could not be recognized as Verdi. Next the suitcase was opened and with a great clanging and banging, Mango began to extract mixing bowls, bags of flour, potatoes, bottles of water, great wooden spoons, and large slab of lumber. Soon Mango was obscured in a great cloud of flour, covered to his elbows in dough, while putting forth a garish chainsaw-ish sound with his kazoo that seemed to rattle the stained glass windows.
Darryl Winderfork attempted to subdue Mango Spaddafora, to no avail. When the police arrived Mango had about two dozen beautifully formed potato gnocchi lined up carefully on the edge of the stage. A bit of saliva dripped from the end of his kazoo.
It took about thirty minutes to clean up after Mango.
When the stage was finally cleared, a very thin woman, who was covered head to toe in tie-dyed everything, sang "Put in a Parking Lot."
Jack Anderson, who arrived after having a dozen at the Silhouette Lounge, leaned over to Kevin Mitchell.
"I prefer the Verdi," he said loudly, just before falling out of his chair.