Disco saves the world

I am flying over Manhattan. I see smoke and flames. The city is under attack. There is a soundtrack of course, dramatic piano, now strings. MacArthur Park. The good version.

Now I am on the ground. I hear loud thumps, explosions, screams, crashes. I am running, trying to hide. I don’t know what I am hiding from. This is like in one of those horror movies where you don’t know exactly what the monster is.

I am running through an ally and up ahead I see something large cross the street. It’s very big and white. I duck behind a dumpster. I hear each giant foot step as the monster passes. 

Slowly I creep forward out of the ally. To my right in the distance. I see it.

Tall, huge, chubby.

It’s the Michelin Man.


He’s destroying Manhattan.

He’s picking up cars with his fat short fingers and throwing them at skyscrapers.

Suddenly the music changes. The pace quickens. It’s as if the sun is rising. Donna Summer’s voice catches the monster’s attention. Michelin Man turns to see a giant Donna Summer towering over him.

I don’t think that I can take it
‘cause it too long to bake it
And I’ll never have that recipe again....
Oh nooooooooo....

With each bang of the timpani drums white stars fire out of Donna’s hands and blast the Michelin Man.



Oh no....

A barrage of horns, then the drums again. Michelin Man has been shredded by the white stars. He’s sprung many leaks and is deflating.

And I’ll ask myself why....

Finally Michelin Man explodes in a puff of white smoke which slowly settles over downtown Manhattan.

Donna throws her arms up in the air and sings on.

And I’ll never have that recipe again....
Oh nooooooooo....

As the disco beat carries on Donna starts to glow, and with the final beat she is gone.





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