At the Strand of Nightmares

Z E P P E L I N

See, CookieMonstaJoj , this is why we don't let my mind go wild with ideas XD

You asked for Zeppelin related, so I deliver the weirdest thing I can provide XD
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"Jimmy?" the golden God implored, "The time has come to produce the sacred lemonade."

"Ooo," Jimmy squealed, running right to Robert and away from the groupie he was just about to shag, "I'm here, master. Your faithful servant is here."

"Okay, good," Robert replied, "Squeeze my lemons, boy, make the juice run down my legs..."

Jimmy took the colander from off the counter containing the lemons Robert had just picked from his garden in his hands, and then gave Robert a weird look. "Why would I want to do that? I thought the goal was to keep as much juice as possible for the sacred lemonade."

"That is right!" Robert squeaked, and then he flitted right up next to Jimmy, taking a lemon from Jimmy. "In that case, I'll squeeze one of your lemons, and you squeeze one of mine. We'll both put our juice in that plastic container over there."

"Sounds perfect," Jimmy whispered, and then the two Zeppelin boys went right over of the Tupperware, squeezing each other's lemons to death. Jimmy panted, nearly completely fatigued from all the squeezing, "Have we got enough juice, my Percy?"

"I don't know!" Robert sassed, "You're the witch!"

"Hmm, I suppose not," Jimmy mused, "We need some more juice..."

"Hey!!" Jonesy called, hopping into the room, "I've got some lemons here that really could go for being squeezed!"

"Perfect!" Robert said, motioning to Jonesy, "Hand me your lemons, I'll squeeze them for you."

Jonesy skipped right over to Robert, "Take my lemons in your strong, firm hands..." and Jonesy handed Robert his lemons.

Robert squeezed the hell out of Jonesy's lemons, and then tossed the lifeless rinds aside. "Is this enough now, Jimmy?"

"Yes," Jimmy nodded, "My best friend, Jeff, already gave me his juice, so all we need to do is the sacred ceremony! Bring out Bonzo!"

Bonzo came out in a traditional garb of... well... I'm not entirely certain. The traditional garb of those forced to dress like banana humans?

Percy nodded to Bonzo, "You know what to do, John."

So, Percy set the Tupperware in the center of the room and with that, Bonzo nodded back, and then he began doing a moving and emotional rendition of the traditional dance...the cha-cha slide.

"Why isn't anything happening?" Jonesy implored.

Jimmy shooed off Jonesy, "Oh, you of little faith, give it a moment..."

The Tupperware of lemon juice burst into flame...

However, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, a giant Jack Daniels bottle rose from the burned up juice.

"You've got to be fucking me, right?" Bonham screeched, "Did I just dance like that for you to get a giant Jack Daniels?"

"Yes," and Jimmy hugged his best friend, "Thank you, Bonzo."

"Oh, fuck off," and Bonzo rolled his eyes and went to go seek solace elsewhere. You know, maybe with his best friend.

"WAIT!!" Jonesy screamed, "The bottle is changing!"

Soon enough, the bottle changed into Peter Grant, and Jimmy nearly slapped Peter clear across the face, "What the hell! What are you doing here?"

Peter blew some cigarette smoke in Jimmy's face, "You forgot to carry the one."