On behalf of Mikes' every where, we have placed a bounty on the head of that little "Mikey" kid (not his real name).
For the past 30 years, Mike's of the world have had to listen to idiots yelling "Hey Mikey" for no apparent reason.
Mike's have been taunted with the challenge "He won't eat it...Mikey hates everything"
As a result, pioneering Mikes in Kindergartens from coast to coast have been the first to sample such things as:
Skool Paste, Play Dough and Crayolas of all colors, proving to all others that a real Mike fears no food.
But now, we want that little twerp, and we want him DEAD.
This phony "Mikey" was nearly apprehended in July of 1996 when we got a tip that he was sighted at an airport hotel outside Cincinati.
Unfortunatly, we sent in Mike Tyson to handle the job.
Tyson was distracted by a stripper at a hotel bar and the little punk got away.
He can run but he can't hide...
We will GET MIKEY!
