Pat Oliphant for December 21, 1995
Transcript:
King 1: Well, here we go again, forming up into the seasonal tableau... King 2: Yep, head 'em up. King 3: Move 'em out, again. King 1: Chasing off across the desert again, following the familiar star, bearing frankincense and myrrh... King 2: How d'you spell that, anyway? King 3: Which one? King 1: Searching these trackless wastes for the old stable again, fall on our knees and adore again... Who d'you reckon they'll have in the manger this year? King 2: I had heard Bill Gates' name mentioned. King 3: Jeez. I hope not - I don't think I can spend an entire evening adoring Bill Gates. Punk: What d'you give a guy who has everything? Little King: Myrrh.