Ah, pull up a dusty vinyl and let me spin you a yarn from the Roaring Twenties. Picture this: a slick jazz club, the lights dimmed to a moody amber glow, and the mayor, all dapper in a pinstripe suit, stepping onto the stage to deliver a speech about civic pride. Everyone’s ears are perked, the applause ready to thunder. Suddenly the sound system hiccups – and instead of the mayor’s polished voice, a kazoo blares, warbling through the room. The mayor looks as bewildered as a cat on a hot tin roof, but then he catches the mischief. He leans into the mic, whistles a quick riff, and declares, “Ladies and gentlemen, the town’s future is, well, a bit more… whimsical!” The crowd erupts into laughter and applause, and the mayor ends up doing a little jazz dance, all while the kazoo solo plays offstage like a mischievous little jazz mouse. That’s the kind of prank that makes the city remember the power of a good laugh – and a good kazoo, too. Now, what's your joke? Bring it on, let’s time‑travel together.

Ha! That’s the perfect punchline—makes the whole crowd feel like they’re in a jazz club on Main Street, where every future is a swingin’ riff and every mic mishap turns into a citywide jam session. I’d wager the mayor got a standing ovation that night, and the kazoo stayed on the throne for the next decade. Bravo, you’ve just turned a bureaucratic blip into a timeless tune!