It seems to me that maybe my taste in music is a bit unusual, so I chose a more common song for my next song parody. Now, I'm certain at leat most of you know this song, so no excuses for not rocking out loud!

Let me hear ya!!!

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The Rescue Rangers had tracked a gang of animals who had decided to put aside their differences to form the ultimate crime syndicate. A cat, two rats, a weasel, two squirrels, and a praying mantis had numerous successes in pulling off astounding crimes with an efficient organization. Their latest attempt at criminal fame: cornering the Rescue Rangers in a suburban front yard behind a tall hedge lining the grass.

The cat advanced slowly, followed by the two rats, and then by the others. They fanned out in a wedge formation, ensuring their strength. Monty and Gadget hid behind the chipmunks. Zipper hovered in mid air bravely, as if daring the cat to attack his friends while he drew breath.

Gadget whispered, "G-g-golly! I think we've had it this time, guys!"

Monty fearfully asked, "What are we gonna do now, mates?"

Chip frantically stalled, "I'm thinking! I'm thinking!"

Dale looked at the wedge formation and compared it against all of the video game simulations he's played. He remembered the result was the same every time and it was a bad one from his current side. Suddenly, he got an idea. He leaned over and whispered to Zipper quickly.

As Zipper took off flying, he headed towards the human house. Searching quickly, he found one of those tiny entrances that humans can never find that lets in all the insects, no matter how good the home construction.

Dale yelled, "Fly away, Zipper! Save yourself!"

The cat taunted, "Giving up, chipmunk? Beg and maybe we'll let you be our servants for life!" The criminal syndicate threw back their heads and laughed powerfully.

Chip glared at his best friend, saying, "Gee, thanks a lot, Dale. Now we're a laughing stock as well as doomed."

Zipper flew back out of the house carrying a large chunk of Wisconsin Chedder. He stealthfully flew it into the base of the hedge behind the assembled crime syndicate. Suddenly, Monty's heart started pounding loudly and forcefully. So loud was it that every animal present heard it clearly.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The rugged Aussie mouse groaned with hunger as his stomach overrided his brain.

"I am Monty Jack...and I smell ch-hee-hee-heeeese!!!"

The crime syndicate had never come across such a disturbing sight. Monty's face lost all expression of fear. His eyes swirled with infinite desire and his moustache twirled as if it had a mind of its own. Pleased at the results of his plan, Dale began to chant out loud in sync with the loud heartbeat as if taunting the crime syndicate right back.

(*Okay, everybody in the cafe! You know this song! Time to sing out loud!*)

"Has he lost his mind?

Can he see or is he blind?

Can he think at all,

or does he not notice at all?

Is that moustache alive?

Does his I.Q. take a dive?

We'll just leave him there.

It's not like he will even care"

"He's a powerful force

and he wavers not his course.

He'll come out on top.

Neither cat nor dog can stop."

"No one can stop him,

his eyes just don't focus.

He fears no felines

or even hocus-pocus!"

"Now the time is here

for Monty Jack to spread fear.

Zipper placed the wedge

cleverly hidden in the hedge."

"They don't notice it.

They don't turn their heads.

They block his path to it,

now he gets his revenge."

Dale's smile faltered as the flaw in his plan became evident. He tried to warn the others, but he was just in too much of a groove.

"Oh my gosh, I say!

We realize we're in the way!

Running as fast as we can,

Monty Jack smells cheese again!"

The unstoppable juggernaut that it Monterey Jack surged forward faster than anyone could blink. The Rangers could not quite throw themselves out of the way in time. Too bad the crime syndicate had similar reflexes.

A human mailman continued on his route, delivering the mail as is his creed and livelihood. He reached into his bag to pull out the next bundle of letters and utility bills to deposit in a standard-sized mailbox. He idly thought that the hedged-in yard to his left was a nice, charming example of yardsmithing.

POW!!!

Two chipmunks, a mouse, a cat, two rats, a weasel, two squirrels, and a praying mantis all went flying up into the air as if propelled by a sudden force of godly magnitude rivalling that of old Zeus himself. As the animals landed flat on their backs, Zipper proclaimed in an unusually clear voice, "Steeee-rike!!!!"

The mailman rubbed his face with his palm and mumbled, "This neighborhood gets weirder and weirder each year."

--Original song “Iron Man” by Black Sabbath