Revenge of the Tiki Men!
“3 Make Like a Tree—and Leave!
“Hit it, Mango Men!” Buddy Kool repeated, jerking his fingers at the five kids.
In a flash the five wild Mango Men surrounded the kids and pushed them behind home plate.
“Don’t hit anything!” Liz cried. “Especially not us!” She felt the wire backstop digging into her shoulders.
“We’re trapped!” said Mike.
The Mango Men brought their sticks down suddenly and hit—the ground!
Boom! Ba-boom-boom! Ba-boom-boom! Ba!
“Oooh, so swingin’!” cooed Buddy Kool, snapping his fingers to the beat. “Yeah! Make nice music for the people.”
The Mango Men began to dance slowly around the giant head. They flapped their big floppy leaves like wings as Buddy Kool sang.
Tough to dance, in those crazy suits they wear.
Dressed like plants, insects living in their hair.
But they’ve come a long, long way.
Now they’re here they’re gonna stay.
It’s not France, but, hey, your town’s got flair!
“Faster with the pounding!” Buddy Kool urged his men.
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