'de.ʊs eks 'maːkʰi.naː OR "Boom Snap Clap Turn Around"

Andrew's yard was full of rodents. "I need help, Douglass," he quipped to Douglass.
Following his amigo's advice, Andrew blew his horn into the burrow-hole.
Wise Douglass corrected thusly. "You have the meat and potatoes, but you need some gravy. Try smoking them out with a C sharp."
Again, Andrew blew the horn into the burrow-hole. This time, the rodents went scattering to their Queen, who sent a maelstrom of evil. So, Douglass, who was made of clay, began to melt.
"What's the matter, got your head in the clouds?" Andrew jeered as Douglass died.
Andrew went to eat some boysenberry marmalade and returned to find not Douglass, but a puddle.
"Hey Douglass, is that you, or did Pup have an accident?" snickered Andrew.
Pup yapped incredulously from the sideline.
"Come on, no foolin'."
But the puddle did not stir.
"Aw, quit showing off."
Silence.
As the realization began to sink in, Andrew started screaming and clutching clumps of his hair. This attracted the attention of Amy, who had been passing Andrew's yard on her morning jog. Amy was a fair-haired accountant at the local bank.
Making her way over to Andrew, she asked, "Andrew, what is this puddle doing here?"
Barely comprehensible, Andrew sobbed, "The rodents sent a maelstrom of evil, and now Douglass is gone forever and it's all my fault!"
Amy rolled her eyes, then poured the cherry-flavored remedy into the puddle. In a puff of smoke, Douglass leaped up from the ground and said, "Put 'er there, bud," and all three friends danced around the yard until daybreak came.