“Now this is disturbingly fitting,” Alan mutters, both surprised and mildly alarmed. Of all firms in all the world, Crane, Poole & Schmidt would be the one to combine costumes and karaoke, as well as kindly coerce their employees into participating in both.
“Huh.” Denny looks as if he's unsure whether to run away screaming or run up onto the stage. “I can't sing. Can you sing? I can't.”
“No.” Alan sighs. “But Shirley made it clear we have to. How about 'Flamingo?'”
“Pah. Jazz is for communists.”
“But Flamingos, my friend, are love.”
“I drink to that.”