When Tom was in England, he saw a bunch fancy gentleman and ladies on yoga mats. “Come on ladies, work it! We have to win the Bread pudding dance contest.” Well, Tom was in zoomba so he figured yoga was like zoomba. “Can I join?” Asked Tom, smiling at the outfits.  “Hey Yo!!” screamed a bunch of hippies in tie-dye shirts and a crappy white van. “Let’s do it.” They yelled. Both sides started break-dancing and dancing. Meanwhile, Tom did a cartwheel and and the hippies disappeared in a flash of blinding light. In their place, were couple normal guys with care bears pink shirts. Tom narrowed his eyes. “There is a new threat in the universe,” he thought.