 and I was tuffin' on my body, a slick silk suit. On my feet there were Argyle socks and a fresh pair of ballet from the ballet shop. I showed him my hat, and don't you know, with a snap, the hat became a tango. Once again, his hand began to flow. Then he changed my skateboard into a boro. He checked me over, passed me the keys, and said, one more thing before you leave. You must return before the stroke of 12, or you'll turn back into your old self.