Pink Floyd's Dusty Flat

Jupiter and Saturn...

After the egg fight had subsided and the boys had eaten, it was time to finally go get the candy. Syd kicked down the door, as usual, and exited the house.
"Goddamnit, Syd. That's another trip to Home Depot." Rick Said. Syd merely shrugged and skipped over to their Mini.
"I swear, this car's so boring. We should get a Pontiac." Nick complained as he got into the vehicle. David rolled his eyes and said, "Well, why don't you use all the royalties you got for Saucerful and buy one?" At this, Nick looked down at his 24 karat gold watch and nervously glanced around the car, desperate for a change of subject. Then, Roger, who was driving, began to curse as he brought the car to a screeching stop.
"Hang on a minute." He said as he opened the car door and began to get out. Everyone else waited in expectation and confusion, as usual. Roger slammed the door shut and then the Floyd boys noticed an elderly woman getting out of her car. She then proceeded to open up a hole in the space time continuum and pull out a baguette. This was going to get ugly.
"Hey, isn't that Hans Keller?" Rick asked, slightly dazed.
"Fuck, I think you're right." David mumbled. Syd adjusted his tie and Nick played with his hair.
"OI!!!! WHADDYA DOIN' STEALING MY BAGUETTE AND GIVING US BAD PRESS?!!?!" Roger screamed at Keller. Keller then threw the baguette at Roger, and it hit him like a ton of Bricks in the Wall, Pt. 2. He thudded to the floor, knocked unconscious.
"Oh, no!" Syd exclaimed, unbuckling his seatbelt and jumping out of the car. He rushed over to Roger in an effort to help him, when he was suddenly to sucked into the portal Twilight Zone-style.
"Boom boom chhh chhhhhhh!!!!" Syd narrated as he was pulled further into the sightless void.
"Syd!!!" Rick screamed, kicking down the car door as usual. He was extremely off-put. He ran into the portal, and as he jumped in he shouted, "Goodbye, cruel world! Goodbye!" Nick then punched through the car window and followed Rick. They seemed to have forgotten about Roger. David simply rolled his eyes and proceeded to take a nap. He had quite a peaceful sleep. Hans Keller stood over Roger, maniacally laughing, completely proud of his accomplishment. He then hoisted Roger up and threw him into the portal. Then, he took out a roll of Flex Tape and sealed the portal. There would be no more albums, no more singles, no more concerts...nothing. Just void and emptiness from the Floyd section in the record store...or so he thought. Of course, the Pink Floyd always find a way....