#6 A Very Keanu Christmas

'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the bus, 
 Not a creature was speeding, not even us;
 The explosives were hung by the gas tank with care,
 In hopes that Keanu soon would be there;

Dennis Hopper was nestled all snug in his bed,
 While dreams of retirement danced in his head
 And Sandra in her 'kerchief, and Ortiz in his cap,
 Had narrowly avoided a longshoreman's nap,

When out on the freeway there arose such a clatter,
 Jack sprang from his coffee to see to the matter.
 Away to the payphone he flew like a flash,
 "Pop quiz hotshot, now give me some cash."

He sprang to his cruiser, blew Jeff Daniels a whistle,
 And away they all flew like the heat of a missile.
 But I heard him exclaim, ere he drove out of sight,
 MERRY SPEEDMAS TO ALL, AND TO ALL A GOOD-NIGHT!

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PS. Check out Dave's CSI bomb squad photo, and don't forget to watch Orson Welle's F FOR FAKE on FilmStruck for our next episode coming in early January!