Fun-doo-doo

As a teenager, my sister Lisa, loved to talk on the phone. She talked with all kinds of people, for all hours of the day and night. One guy she talked to had the last name of Fundora. For some reason, we started referring to him as Fun-doo-doo. We just loved saying his name and laughing. I don't know why. One day, while saying his name over and over again, it started to rain. Of course, we attributed the rain to the two of us saying Fun-doo-doo many times. So, we decided that we would use this information again, when we needed it.

Well, the time came soon enough, while we were in band camp. We REALLY did not want to be there that day. It was too hot, Mr. K. was very grouchy, and we just wanted to go home. Lisa and I shared the history of the Fun-doo-doo with a select group of band-ees, who we knew didn't want to be there either. Along with the history, we added a ritual to the story. We said that in order for this to work, we had to lock pinkies, walk in a straight line, and repeat the word, Fun-doo-doo over and over again. To our amazement, they didn't think we were crazy, and actually thought it was worth a try. So, while Mr. K. was up on the observation tower, we tried it. We locked pinkies, walked across the field in a straight line, and said, "Fun-doo-doo, Fun-doo-doo" over and over again. And guess what? It rained. It poured. Band practice was cancelled, and we all went home, playing in the rain. It was awesome.

Of course, knowing now what the weather is like in Florida in the summer, it rained as it always does at 3:00. But, it sure was fun thinking we caused it. What have you done to get out of band practice? Were any of you a part of the Fun-doo-doo gang?