Isaac, Taylor and Zachary Hanson began making seemingly obscene hand gestures towards the dude who was holding out three pens. He shook his head. "No, no. Take these pens and put your John Hancock on the paper."

Taylor gasped. "No! There's girls here."

The dude shook his head and chewed his gum. "Do you know how to write your signature?"

Zac snickered. "If that's what you wanted us to do, why didn't you just say so? C'mon guys!"

The three brothers picked up pens and went to work. Zac got up and went over to the other side of the table. They crowded around the piece of paper and began making it all pretty with their signatures. When they were done, they stepped back and admired their work. The dude looked at it and gasped. "You done... *gasp* You drew on it?"

Isaac lowered an eyebrow at the dude. "What did you expect? We're blonde."

"Ahh, you're also relatives."

Zac shook his head. "Nope. We were just put together by Space Monkey."

"Space Monkey?"

Zac's jaw dropped. "You don't know who Space Monkey is? We'll have to teach you the song and everything then."

The dude dropped to his knees. "Noooooooo........."

He was cut off when Zac began bouncing up and down. "Space Monkey, the breakfast chew, look at him and he'll barf on you."

Taylor joined in. "Space Monkey, the hairy butt dude, pull his tail, he'll fart on you."

Now, Isaac too. "Space Monkey, a spaceman too, get too close, he'll get attitude."

Zac cried out, "All together now!"

The dude was trampeled by the nine million dancing girls who ran in and began can-canning. "Space Monkey, he'll love you, put together Hanson so *phhhhtttt* on you!"

The girls disappeared and the dude scraped himself off the ground. "Greebledorf..."

Zac shook his head. "No. That's Space Monkey's cousin."

The dude nodded, rolled his tongue back up and put it in his pocket with his brand new pocket protector. He hoped it worked. The package did say, "Good with tongues!" Or was that the personal ad he'd read? Ah, didn't matter.

"Alright boys. It's time to go sing. Pretend you're brothers."

"Oh, we gotta have Space Monkey with us then."

"Oh no, not..."

A little drawing leapt off the little piece of paper which was a recording contract. "SPACE MONKEY!!!!"

Space Monkey wiggled his hairy butt and pushed Isaac, Taylor and Zachary on stage. Isaac yelled to him as he grabbed his guitar, "Thanks, Space Monkey! Love the new shades!"

The crowd went wild as the nine million dancing girls trampled the dude once again to join Hanson as they performed their latest hit, "Space Monkey."

Once they were done, Space Monkey came onstage, stole all the fame and left the Hanson "brothers" in poverty for the next two thousand years. The dude's tongue got stuck in his pocket protector and he had to cut it off so he talked, "lah ihsh." However, after those two thousand years, the Hanson "brothers" remembered what the little piece of paper they'd drawn on was for and they went to get it. Each "brother" signed his name and Zac got ready to take it down to the dude so they could be famous again. Then, Zac noticed what was missing.

"Space Monkey! He's not on here. We gotta get him back, then those nine million dancing girls will be ours again. Mwa ha ha!"

The "brothers" put their heads together and used their two brain cells (one more than the Spice Girls WITH Geri!) to recall the chant they had to use to get Space Monkey back on paper. "Icky, icky, neep, neep. Boo hiss, brr. Space Monkey, shake your rump back on paper."

The world exploded as Space Monkey was sucked back on paper and into oblivion as Isaac attacked him with an eraser. And Cheese Whiz became the new champion.

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