David Palmer grasped the microphone stand awkwardly. Sure, he had just provided some background vocals to “John Cone” (the odd song that was) but recording the lead vocals to an entirely new song was really nerve-wracking.

“Man. It feels like everyone in this studio is My Rival right now,” he deadpanned.

“Deadpanning is MY job around here, pal,” said Don, smirking sardonically and wryly. “Maybe we can slot you in for Dr. Wu, get you some help.”

“No, I don’t think that’s necessary. Just need to look over the lyrics sheet again, I think.”

He still couldn’t figure this song out. It was about Don’s cousin? And the lyrics were…really something. “Are we sure this is the direction we want to be going? This seems a little obscure.”

Walt sighed. “I tried to tell him that too, but he just says-“

“We’re not out here writing kiddie stuff, you know!” Don and Walt exclaimed in unison.

“C’mon, Walt, you’ve met my cousin!”

“Well, she’s not MY cousin, Don. And I’m not the one writing songs about her.”

Donald sighed, in a sardonic fashion. “Well…I guess You May Be Right.”

“That’s someone else’s song, Don.”

“My bad. Maybe we do need to go in a different direction, though.”

He looked out at the shining, sparkling New York skyline. What a beautiful world it will be, he thought, when we get this album finished. “Maybe we need…a change of pace. If only there was some sort of place we could go to. Like some…wilderness retreat experience.”

“Like some sort of…Sun Mountain…or something,” Walt said.

Don blinked. “Say that again?”

“Or something?”

“No, before that.”

“Oh. Sun Mounta-Wait. You’re not thinking of…”

“Well, why not? We’ve got a whole wealth of material we’ve never returned to! It could be just what we need to put ourselves back into the mainstream!”

“Oh, Don,” Walt sighed. “I don’t know if I can function with all that old stuff. We were practically kids when we wrote that.”

“C’mon! It’ll be just like old times! Banging away on that piano in Ward Hall, making up tunes - we wrote some of our finest songs there! Maybe this stuff will still hold up?”

“Oh! Like Ida Lee.”

“I was thinking Barrytown, but sure, that one too! We can dig up a whole bunch of our stuff!”

David Palmer, again, was standing awkwardly in the room.

“Well, this is great!” Walt said. We’ve got the songs, a singer, a pianist, a guitarist…we just need a drummer.”

“Well, it’s been a while, but I think I’m still up to it,” a voice boomed from the doorway.

The three intrepid musicians turned, and said-

“Chevy Chase?!?!?!? Oh Wow, It’s You Again!”

“I heard the rumors, and I didn’t think they were true, but I think I could help out with Aja 2. Will ya guys have me back?”

“Good to have you back, pal!” said Walt. “I guess with this group, there’s always More To Come!”

Everyone laughed, looking ahead with joy at the recording of this new album. Surely it was to be their finest effort…