"When the clock strikes, Half Past Six, Babe!" Mac Tonight played the piano snazzily, his shades reflecting the stars.

"Time to head for, Golden lights!" The cloud he rode on spun around the earth, the white piano played loudly.

"It’s a good time, for the great taste, dinner, at McDonald’s!" He gestured to a McDonald’s location on the darkness shrouded earth, full of light and life.

"Oh boy, it seems like it's dawn. Better head home to Ronald and the gang." Mac flew the cloud down to the main McDees and into his room.