DJ Squirm-a-Lot's Spring Break Mixtape 2026

Hey StoryPires podcast listeners, Lee here. Happy spring break. Today we have a very special bonus episode for you that features another slamming mixtape from our pal, DJ Squirmalot, coming up right after a few words for the grownups. What up Squirmy Wormies? It's ya worm. DJ Squirmalot. The world's greatest DJ who also happens to be a worm. And guess what? Spring break is here.哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 through frozen dirt, it's very painful. First of all, there are no beach DJ sets in the winter. I just have to stay inside, obsessing over playlists on my laptop, dreaming of spring nights on the island of Ibiza, smashing that space bar for thousands and thousands of people. Well, this year winter was so long that I really got into planning my first DJ set of spring. In fact, I'm planning to throw a huge, incredible party right now. Fire! Fire, fire, fire, fire, fire, fire. You heard right, the first party of spring is going to be the best party. Not only are the tunes I spend from my laptop going to be incredibly fresh and funky, I'm also throwing this party in the single greatest location anyone has ever thrown a party. That's right, I'm talking about a huge, disgusting compost pile. Fire! That's right, you heard me correctly. The greatest spring break party ever is going to be in a giant pile of old rotting fruits and vegetables, coffee grounds, eggshells, dried leaves, garden trimmings, and of course, dirt. Sounds epic, right? And don't worry, because it's a really big compost pile. So it's even big enough for thousands of humans to dance and rave while I DJ. But enough about my plans. Now I actually have to put everything into action. Time to call my assistant to make sure everything's going according to plan. Hello, this is Lee. Oh, hello, assistant. This is your boss, DJ Squirmalant. Hey, DJ Squirmalant. Wait, did you just call me your assistant? OK, assistant. We have a lot of work to do, so listen up. All right, what's going on? As you know, I'm throwing a huge party for spring break. You are? Yes, didn't you read the memo? The memo? It's going to be the biggest spring break party of all time. And I need your help, because you are my assistant. Why do you keep calling me your assistant? Take dictation, please, assistant. Oh, sure. Let me just get something to write with. OK, I'm ready. Things for my assistant to buy for the big party. For the big party. OK, go ahead. Old Apple Course. Old Apple Course. Disgusting rotten vegetables covered in dirt and coffee grounds. Disgusting rotten. Hold up. What? Do you want me to get gross rotten food for a party? Yes, assistant. What else do you think is in a compost pile? A compost pile? Yes, Lee. Compost. Why? Because, Lee, composting is good for the environment. It reduces waste, and it's the number one place everyone wants to party and snack. You mean where worms want to party and snack? I mean, everyone, Lee, humans especially will love dancing to my laptop, DJ said, and snacking on top of a huge pile of delicious compost, full of old food scraps, leaves, and stuff. DJ, squirm a lot. I have some bad news for you. What is it this time, assistant? You know what? I better come over there. I'll be right over. OK, listeners, while I wait for Lee to come over and share whatever he thinks is bad news, why don't we get started with today's mixtape? Here's our first track from nine-year-old Iris in Massachusetts. Here's Bob's Impossible Pants. Once there was an ancient Egyptian guy named Bob. Hey, Bob. Bob really wanted a new pair of pants. He went to the pants store, which is weird because ancient Egyptians don't wear pants. Bob was looking around the store when he saw the perfect pants, shiny disco pants with purple sequins. He didn't stop to read the text, which it turns out was really bad. The shop owner gave advice Bob should be heated. He said, I wouldn't buy those pants if I were you. They're Impossible Pants. He doesn't have a clue what those pants will do. Bob's Impossible Pants. Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Impossible Pants. Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Bob, he didn't listen to the warning. Oh, Bob. He loved the way he looked and stepped outside feeling sharp. But all the people after Bob's new disco pants, he felt super sad and read back home. He tried to take those pants off, but you know they would not budge. Then suddenly a magic wizard appeared. She said, I'm the wizard, the wizard of pants and you've been cursed with Impossible Pants. It was all sounding worse than a beard. She said, I'm gonna live forever, but please don't panic when you finally get those pants off is when you're gonna better show. I must disappear into a puzzle. Magical powder. Bob's Impossible Pants. Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants. Bob spent many decades trying to remove these pants and witnessed a lot of history. He witnessed the death of Queen of England and Martin Luther King, Jr. and Amelia Earhart are in the 20th century. Bob found an impossible pants expert. She used her magic powers to free him from the spell. But like the wizard said he would, Bob vanished then and there. The minute that the pants were taken off, a customer at the expert store found a diary Bob kept with details of historical events. So historical. Bob's wrote in it throughout his days. A scientist was so amazed. They put it in a museum cause that made sense. Total sense. Everybody in the world has heard of Bob. Now you know about him too so I guess I did my job. And as for the pants, they locked it up. Our security's safe. Bob's Impossible Pants. Pants. Bob's Impossible Pants.哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 Bob's Impossible Pants It's the story pirate spring break mix tape and I'm your host, DJ Squirmalot I'm Squim Squimmin! And that was Bob's Impossible Pants Now, where is Lee? He said he was coming over to tell me some bad news Oh, finally! Hello, Lee Hey DJ Squirmalot, how are you? I'm fine, Lee. Now what was it that you wanted to tell me? Okay, you should probably sit down for this Worms don't sit down, Lee Oh, well, um, could you sort of like curl up your bottom half? Sheesh, Lee! I just don't want you to collapse in shock when I tell you what I have to tell you There is no way anything you could tell me would shock me that much, Lee Alright, if you say so So, remember how you're going to throw the biggest, most amazing spring break party of all time? Of course I do And that you're planning to have that party in the middle of a giant compost pile You know, full of old fruits and vegetables, coffee grounds, eggshells, leaves, that sort of stuff Yup, everyone's favorite place to party and have a snack Okay, so you're hoping that humans will also want to come to this party, not just worms? Of course! I'm assuming that thousands and thousands of humans will be there They'll come from all over to party and snack on compost Okay, so how do I tell you this? You know how different people and animals and things like to eat different things? Sure Well, the thing is, humans are famous for not wanting to be in or to eat compost That's more of a worm thing I'm sorry, what? Humans like to compost because it's good for the earth, but they don't like to be in compost We actually, we think it's kind of gross Very funny, Lee Great gag! You really pulled one over on the old squirm this time I'm not kidding, DJ Squirm a lot Well, he fainted Okay, while I revive him, why don't you listeners check out this next track? And actually, it's good that I'm introducing this one This is a track from another podcast, The Story Pirates Made It's called Historical Records and it's about history So this song is about an incredible, real fashion designer from history named Willie Smith Who taught the world that fashionable clothes did not have to be super fancy And that regular people like you and me deserve beautiful, well-designed clothes I love the song, so please enjoy Willie Smith When people hear the name Willie Smith, I want them to think that this is a person who cares enough about them That he's taking the time to design and create and think for them I can make a lot of them American So for real, grew up in Illadel, had a little help, nope, a lot of help My mother and my father told me to go for self, gotta be yourself, do your best, get it gone And you can get coins, but true freedom is the wealth, Willie That's my name, came in the game, we'll get into all of that But for now I'm saying, I'm conveying my joy, I struggle, my joy Not different from so many other black boys, and I knew there was a world that was almost out of reach But I had to learn lessons that nobody could teach, tablets full of design and fabric colors And passion is one thing, but style is another, my joy You are, you are, you are my joy Freedom, the love, and magic You are, you are, you are my joy It's brand new, but it's still a classic Yes, I made clothes, yes I loved a soul I possessed a passion that I didn't even know I knew I had to grow, and you know I love Philly, but New York City, yeah I knew I had to go My best decision, hemlines crafted with so much precision, you could see the vision A few people mentioned that it wasn't up to snuff, but eventually everybody was loving my stuff My mind went to another place to create something live, with colors more vibrant My own little island, where I could spend time on the shore, getting close to the source And I'm smiling now, got a new clothing line, yeah it's finally out Willie wear, get it here, get it there, everywhere, I swear I think back to the famous line, clothes don't make the man unless you wearin' mine, my joy You are, you are, you are my joy The scene is overdone, it's supposed to be fun You are, you are, you are my joy But now they wanna say, let's go on give them some I walked the line from the Harlem Renaissance to the B-Boys Originally now for the culture, no decoys, streets bustling, loud crowds and sweet noise These are the things I mean when I speak joy in 25 mil off designs I chose So you could chill, or if you want a profile and pose And I don't make clothes for the queen, I make them for the people on the street who wave at a limousine I did it for us, those kids on the front stoopin' Beautiful ladies who need cute new suits, you don't have to be safe to have taste Make it oversized, plus neon green and atlase Whatever, I live my life with no regrets Being true to myself meant more than my success I never claimed to be the greatest of the best I just wanted you to be well dressed, it's my pleasure, my joy You are, you are, you are my joy Stretch your arms out as far as you can You are, you are, you are my joy Clap your hands right there where you stand I'm an alien on another planet and I own a store But I'm not a success by any stretch, oh that's for sure All the other aliens, they have been discovering new amazing foods to taste But I've yet to find any kind of dish that I can sell to my customer base I've tried mixing together ingredients, anything I see All in the hopes of stumbling upon a new recipe I'm an alien on another planet and I own a store Putting all types of foods together looking for something more I've mixed together crackers and ice cream then Grapes and hummus couldn't stand them, they were bad I tried tuna fish and orange juice, cereal and broccoli too It made my tummy sad, now I only have two foods left Will they work, don't know I guess I'll throw them together now, here I go I'll mix bananas, bananas, bananas, bananas and bread I'll mix bananas, bananas, bananas, bananas and bread I'll mix bananas, bananas, bananas, bananas and bread I'll mix bananas, bananas, bananas哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 There goes nothing. Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah. Hey, it's not bad. No, it's better than not bad. It's good. Wow! Banana and bread. Hmm, what should I call the dish? Oh, I know. Cheesecake. No, wait. Banana bread! I did it! And all it took was a dash of perseverance, a pinch of faith in myself, and also, the ingredients.哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 I'm an alien on another planet and I own a store Yeah, I can see the sign that says banana bread store It's where I sell my banana bread, would you like to try some? Sure Hey, this is not that bad scratch, that it's the best thing that I've ever had We want some to do What a deal A real deal Is it broccoli and cereal? Close I mix bananas, bananas, bananas, bananas and bread I mix bananas and bread and now I own a banana bread Everyone got it? Yeah You mix bananas, bananas, bananas, bananas and bread You mix bananas and bread and then you have a banana bread You mix bananas哎哎哎哎 I'm an alien on another planet哎 I own a store哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 It's where I sell my banana bread哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎哎 Welcome back to the story pirate spring break mixtape. I'm not your host, Lee. The actual host DJ Squirmalot fainted when he found out that humans don't want to party in compost. But anyway, that last song was The Alien That Discovered Banana Bread written by Eli, a six year old from Massachusetts. And the song before that was Willie Smith from our sister podcast, Historical Records. You can find that show wherever you get your podcasts, by the way. Okay, enough of me hosting. Let's wake up DJ Squirmalot. DJ! DJ Squirmalot, wake up! Huh? What? Where am I? What happened? Everything's fine. You're okay, DJ Squirmalot. I dream that you said humans don't like to party in compost. Here, drink this water. Thank you. I did say that. What? You have got to be kidding me, Lee! Compost makes the most nutrient rich dirt you could ever dream of. It's absolutely delicious! What are you talking about? Humans don't eat dirt, DJ Squirmalot. I'm sorry. I can't believe this. My whole party theme was compost. What am I supposed to do now? Well, I'm not going to do that. I'm just going to make a video about compost. I'm going to make a video about compost. I'm going to make a video about compost. I'm going to make a video about compost. Well, I might have a new idea. Oh, great. Just hear me out. What if, instead of doing a big party for humans, you do it for other worms? Other worms? Yes! You're brethren! Worms deserve high quality laptop DJ sets just as much as humans do. Now that you mention it, it does appear I have been holding out on my fellow worms. And they would absolutely love to party in a compost pile. And they'd love to snack on the compost too! Turning all the compost into delicious, nutrient-rich dirt! Lee, you're a genius! I am? No. But it's a great idea. Let's do it! Yeah! And while I send out the invites to all the worms I know, let's hear another track from our mixtape. From Landon, an eight-year-old in California, here's the tree with a love for a mountain. Hey, all you forest flora and fauna. Thanks for coming out to the grove tonight. Here's a song to get your branches swinging. I am a tree. With a love for a mountain. A lonely tree. By roots they can't walk anywhere. Cause I'm a tree. Through my binoculars I see you mountain. Right now I am I. I know that someday. We can be a we. We can be a we. I keep on growing. Hoping I might feel a little less alone. I pluck all my pine cones. Plant them around my roots. Will it bring me close to you? Look down there's pine trees sprouting. Yet I'm still far from you, my mountain. Why am I still I? When someday we can be a chop chop chop chop. Oh no! A man just cut down one of my pine trees. Oh no! A man just cut down a bunch of my branches. He's taking them home to give to his grandkids. What am I to do? Well a few fallen branches won't stop leaves from sprouting. I ain't snowing down, I'm growing up, I'm reaching that mountain. I yank up my roots and I'd refresh air. Then I leap into the forest on a wing and a pear. I am a tree with the love for a mountain. And now I'm free from the dirt. And I'm swinging from branch to branch about the trees. They're all still growing just like me, my mountain. Swinging high up to your summit. I plant my roots so I won't plummet. I am my mountain, we are we. Ooh, we are we. Mountain, I really got a love for you. Goodnight! And what about you, Lee? Uh, yeah, I'm partying in compost and I love it. I knew it. Humans do love compost. Because it's good for the environment. Sure, whatever. My Squirmy Wormies will be right back after these quick words for the grown-ups. Welcome back, my Squirmy Wormies. Let's keep the party going with another hot track. From Olivia, a 7-year-old in Colorado, he's the Mismatch Puzzle Piece. Hello, this is Zee. Hey, Zee, it's me, your friend, A. A long time, man. How you doing? All right, you know, Apple's an alligator, but I was calling because what are you doing later this week, Zee? To be honest, Zip, zero, zilch. Just looking for the next quest if you know what I mean. Absolutely. I was hoping you'd say that because how would you feel about coming to A to hang out? You mean, cross the entire alphabet puzzle backwards from Z to A? Yeah, but if you don't want to. I'm in. What's up on the top? What's up on the top? What's up on the top? What's up on the top? What's up on the top? Time in alphabet puzzle land. And lived Zee, a zippy zealous condizane-y man. He had a Zess blessed for quests that would treacherous, so when A said He said Yes, yes, yes. Packed up his bags, bit the zools of Zee. Goodbye. 25 stops, first stop, letter Y. Zee came into town, yakky, yellow, yellow. Yelled on the way out, though chased by the yo-yo. Next was axe, the land of Zavi Zylophone. A xenomorph, king and Zee faced the guy alone. Utilized a mirror deflected into vex and x-rays. Exited quick out the gate to the next place. Why the walruses were widespread in W? But they were well behaved. They just want to cuddle you in V. Victor the villain, he tried to trick Zee. But Zee ain't the victim, he tricked V for the victory. Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet bestest. Make him sing, D to D. Go the other way, take the Z to D. Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet bestest. Just looking for something that's fun to do. I can't believe we're only at the letter U. In the letter U, Z unfurled the unknown. Only to uncover un-unbirthday undergoing. Someone selfish used urge Zee to stay for cake, but ultimately Zee knew he would get a tummy ache. Turtle T, where the tortoises and turtles be. Took too much time and the taxis crossing turtle streets. Station S, he got the shakes from scary scorpions and snakes. Surprisingly, he saw it through, though sadly he stepped on a few. Oh, oh, rigorously yours was wrong, kind of wrecked the rapping on this Riley Riley written song. In Q he had to knit to quilt, made him want to quit the quest. The quirky, quiet, Koga Queen helped him pass the test. Preeee for popcorn, pizza and pot pies. Oh, no, Oakson's overrun with Octopi. And the next nine, not nice, Narwhal. M, the monkeys missing most of the marbles. Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet best. Everybody say D to the, go the other way, take the D to the A. Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet best. This whole journey was decided pal, now, I can't believe we're only at the letter L. Alice for legions, a lyrical, lions, lip-syncing lullabies, lilting like lullabies. K is for kangaroos, no inkarati and drinkin' kombucha and kickin' koalas. J he joked and juggled jelly beans with Juliana. I he's in the niggloo with the niggner in iguana. H he was hot, he had it hard, he sweated a lot. G was full of goo, had to go, caught to make it through. And F he floated like a fish with fins and a whisk. Did he like an elephant, he felt an elegant, he's in his element, isn't it evident? But then indeed he had to deal with danger. It was the den of devilish dogs that don't deal well with strangers. And C a cranky cat, Cole cried meow to cut loose. Z coolly changed into a cow. And B a bevy of bugs, who basically are buggin' here, buoyed by a bow, low to borish black car buccaneers. But to beat them all, Z belts out a ballad happily. And at last arrived in A, which he accepted happily. Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest, and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet best. Hey, Z, you made it, how is the pen? It's Z and Zagged. I can see that, you look like a, a... Zombie? Accurate. Zing, but I'm glad to be here. So what do you have planned for our time together? Actually, I was thinking I might like to go visit Z. Should we quest? Oh, we're going on an alphabet quest, and yes, we're trying to be the alphabet best. Welcome back to the story pirate spring break mix tape. It's a song by Violet, a nine year old in Pennsylvania called The Dancing Cupcake. One day Violet decided to bake cupcakes. For no reason at all, she finished decorating and said I'm on the counter to cool. And made sure they wouldn't fall. But suddenly a cupcake jumped off of the plate and said, yo, my name is Katie. I want to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. This is not a question. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. And then Katie, the cupcake, grabbed Violet's mom's phone and played her favorite tune. He played over the speakers in her home. And then he said, hey, I want to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. This is not a question. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. And then Katie, the cupcake, grabbed Violet's mom's phone and played her favorite tune. He played over the speakers in her home. At maximum volume. She began to dance through the kitchen. She began to dance up the stairs singing. My name is Katie. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. I'm a dancing cupcake, so I got to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. This is not a question. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. Katie wandered into the bathroom. Pointed to the toothpaste and asked, what's this? And Violet's brother said, uh, unalive and smooth. And Katie said, cause she was hoping to find someone to groove with. But then she saw a cat, so she jumped on the cat. But the cat bugged her off of her cat back. Katie said, I think I'll find a family with a nicer cat. And with that, she left singing. My name is Katie. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. This is not a question. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. I'm a dancing cupcake, so I got to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. This is not a question. I'm going to dance in your house, dance in your house, yeah. Derek, sweetie, are you coming to dinner? We can't have dinner yet. Why not, son? I've been working on a presentation. For school? No, for both of you, actually. Ah, take a seat. You always say, Derek, you should go for your dreams. And I promise that my wish this time is not too extreme. Just listen, don't sing no before you hear. Oh boy. Yeah, this can't be good. I had this vision as I walked on the street. The thing we need to make our family complete. I've studied and I've trained about a year. Trained for what? We just signed you up for karate. And we know you'll say. When did your friends get here? When you're older, not today. But I'm almost grown up, time to settle up. There's got to be a way. Because I found the perfect horse. He lives at Springwood Farm. And I know that he's the only one for me. His hair is brown, his mane is black. And now there is no turning back. His name is Tivo. He's the perfect horse. Derek, sweetie, this is a very thorough presentation. And Kevin and Greg, it's nice to see you. I'm his lover. But I really don't think that. Honey, I'm kind of intrigued. Derek, tell me more about Tivo. Alan, what are you? There's lots of different horses, but my Tivo's unique. With a star on his forehead and socks on his feet. He's very fun to ride, but also a little bit sassy. And I know you'll ask, what does Tivo eat for snack? Well, his favorite treats, the only thing that'll eat. All those red and blue freeze pops. Yes, I found the perfect horse. He lives at Springwood Farm. And I've already discussed a payment plan. He's on the payment plan. He has a monthly plan. He lies in ears and a lovely smell. Now I could bring him in for show and tell. His name is Tivo. And I want him for me. Oh, because he's a perfect. Yes, I swear. I'll always be the one to clean his table. And brush his hair. I can be his trainer. I swear I'm able. Derek's so responsible. Derek is incredible. Nice touch, boys. I'll give my best. Now put me to the test. So mom and dad, oh, please say yes. He's a perfect horse. He lives at Springwood Farm. And I told him we would pick him up tonight. Because it's nine o'clock. Let's go wait at the clock. I promise that my love won't fade. And I'm refundable deposit was fully paid. His name is Tivo. And I want him for me. His name is Tivo. Oh, I want him for me. Because he's the perfect horse. So what do you say, mom and dad? Well, during the second verse, your father made a phone call. Alan, bring him in. Whoa! Tivo! It's the story of our spring break, mixed tape and I'm DJ Squirmalot. My worries that last song was the perfect horse, written by Millie, a 12-year-old from Rhode Island. Finally, we've reached the final song of today's mixed tape. Have a great spring break, everyone, and enjoy your compost. From Izzy, a six-year-old in Nevada, his Popsicle Sweater. There were two Popsicles that had one sweater. Imagine a double Popsicle with the two sticks attached. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Popsicle Sweater. Popsicle Sweater. Then I ate the sweater. So now the Popsicles were naked, but they had underwear on. Yes, they had underwear on. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Popsicle Sweater. Popsicle Sweater. I threw them away. I threw them away. In a volcano that erupted. I threw them away. I threw them away. I threw them away. In a volcano that erupted. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater. Mmm. Popsicle Sweater.