All the pretty ladies, on earth, be on my mind They smell kinda nice, and their sweet curves be fine I’d love to swoop one up and let her take up my time All these sexy, pretty ladies but none are mine All the pretty ladies be on my mind They smell kinda nice, and their sweet curves be fine I’d love to swoop one up and let her take up my time All these sexy, pretty ladies but none are mine I’m seeing sexy pretty ladies all the time Women, ladies, women - oh god they blow my mind Reubenesque women and all the other kinds These are the women - the women I want for life Drop, toss, and leave your old homeboy I’m the lover-man that you want to employ All the other guys and me – there’s just no choice Suit up, pack your things, hop in my Rolls Royce Hey girl what’s your name? Oh me oh my! You look so nice today. Alright. Hey girl, it’s me again. What’s your number? Is that your boyfriend? Oh. Hey pretty ladies forget about the hunks and Leave your old homeboy I’m the ultra-okay lover-man that you really want to employ All the other guys are poo compared to me - there’s just no choice Suit up, pack your things, pretty lady Come and hop in my Rolls Royce

Returning home from his flight afar, a hunger consumes the Count. He searches the halls far and wide but it seems that his luck has run out. “Where are my coupons?” the count proclaims as he searches the kitchen drawers. “Where are the savings?” the Butler inquires, “they couldn’t have gotten far.” “I don’t know! God help us! For Subway is closing soon!” “Oh that’s okay! The coupons no matter, I’ve got five dollars for you.” “Get in your bus and I’ll get in mine,” the Count said as he wept. Never knowing what time had passed, now all his luck has run out! The Return of Count Yogurt! Will you be there? As they race around the mountain, the Count takes a turn too fast. He’s lost control and down he goes. This crash on the mountain is bad. “Oh sweet lord Jesus!” the Count declares, as he tumbles and begins to fall. “Wait sir, don’t leave!” the Butler calls out, “You’re going to crash the car!” “I’m in the car! I’m going to die! Please someone get me out!” “Sorry sir, I’m coming! Try to use your brakes, you seem to out of control!” The Butler and the Count meet up in the middle, as the Butler begins to fall. He screams and cries, and with a tumble, the Count sucks his blood! The Return of Count Yogurt! Will you be there? “What’s this?” the Count proclaims, as he searches the Butler’s drawers. “Oh my five dollar sub of course,” the Butler weeps, as he silently passes away. The Count makes a great escape, and does his famous trick. He shatters and turns into bees! The castle is empty, the Butler is drained, and everything’s aflame! We’ll never know what happened on that fateful day, when the Count, the Count, the Count flew away! It’s the bees of Count Yogurt! Will you be there?