Face-Blastin’ Mask
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Face and eyes pop out of the skull! The cops are closing in on the Mask! He runs out of the park through huge wooden gates that he bolts with an iron bar, locks with a giant padlock, reinforces with a steel plate, zips up with a gigantic zipper and hammers shut - all in a flash! Then he rests for a moment thinking he has escape trouble… but his eyes bug out in shock when he sees what's in front of him, dozens of cops! Cops in cars, cops in helicopters, even cops parachuting toward him! There's only one thing the Mask can do: dance! And, believe it or not, the cops dance too! In his best Latin voice, the Mask sings, "They call me Cuban Pete, I'm king of the Rumba beat!" No doubt about it, the Mask is a mean, green, dancing machine!
