Once there was a trailer park in Quintal
Where they practiced the long jump day and night
The city founders would wail mercilessly at the noise
Things got so bad that they decided to have a coup, in spite of the fact that the city founders lived in 66 B.C. and the long jumpers lived in 1986 A.D.
They hired time-travelling mercenaries to do their dirty work for them
The old bomb-in-the-Cracker-Jacks is not exactly elegant, but then neither were the exploding cigars they tried to give Castro.
(Come to think of it, those cigars didn't work, did they.)
So anyway, on the fateful day, a crowd of harmless looking ladies stormed into Quintal on horseback. (Horses not pictured.)
One of the mercenaries, disguised as a lady, disguised himself as an Aborigine and made hypnotic music that was aimed right at the heads of the current government
After that, the whole town was like something out of a B-grade horror movie
They threw the long-jumpers in leg irons
And Quintal became a hub of heavy industry
The people were happier
The teenagers were happier (not to suggest that teenagers aren't people..)
And the Quintal Plaid started winning awards at county fairs, which it never would have done under a long-jumping administration.
The End