The Celebration Dance of the 27 Skulls

The Chief, excited upon hearing “The Annual Celebration Dance of the 26 Skulls” would commence as planned, quickly summoned
for the tribe tailor (commonly known as the Tailor-Doctor). The Chief needed a new headdress for the night’s festivities and wanted it to be fantastic!

As the Chief sat waiting he thought, “I want to show the rival chiefs tonight
something bad ass so it has to be intimidating yet comfortable, and breathe good because it is going to be humid…Let’s see; I have to start it out with a speach, then the stomping skull dance; don’t want to get all sweaty…Oh fur, some feathers; Yes! Lots and lots of feathers!”

Unknown to the chief, MooMoo, the Tailor-Doctor, was on vacation with his wife the Seamstress Nurse Practitioner.
No one wanted to mention anything for fear of the the Chief’s wrath. He once killed a six-pack because it refused to tell him the secret of life.

TooFoo, the Witch-Doctor, was available and thought himself qualified.
He had completed one semester of tribal costume theory before switching majors.

When TooFoo arrived Chief BowBow stated emphatically, "I want the most awesomest headdress anyone has ever seen!
My kingdom is your palette. I want everyone to be in awe of my majestic headdress, “Bow ye all to Chief BowBow!” –
“Wait a minute! Where the HELL IS MOOMOO?!”

“Head dress?”, replied TooFoo.

It was too late to cancel the event because “certain quests” (we won’t mention names) arrived early to get a good seat for the Chief’s dance.
Also soon after seeing the results of TooFoo’s hard labor the angry chief renamed the event, “The Annual Celebration Dance of the 27 Skulls”.