[Mr. Pupik dances around Mrs. Blake's porch playing a saxophone, then he suddenly begins singing]
Mr. Pupik:
Mrs. Blake, Mrs. Blake, smells like you just baked a cake. Share your cake, Mrs. Blake, please don't leave me with a tummy aaaaaache!
Brandon:
How does he know your name?
Mrs. Blake:
I can't imagine!
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