We Are Family

I'm expecting Billy Jack to walk into this picture and join the rest of this peace party of assembled stereotypes standing around in this concrete void. What's that stuck in the cement floor? Excalibur? Will Jimi Hendrix and his lovely dashiki have the power to wrench the sword from the stone or will Chief Lovely Legs be the once and future king? Who knows, but I'm sure by the end we'll find out that they are really 6 inch dolls at the bottom of a trash bin as Twilight Zone music begins to play.