The merry cow had always been a big fan of BahBah La Sheep, and had often spent hours listening to her BahBah albums, trying to imitate the subtleties of the La Sheep style. But as BahBah stormed into the room, she shouted, "I've had enough of this! Why don't you have her finish the album, I'm sure she would be willing to give into your petty demands!" With that, BahBah left the building, slamming the door behind her.
It took a moment for the merry cow to realize that BahBah had been talking about her. She didn't know quite how to feel. She was pleased that BahBah had even noticed her, but didn't really like the tone of BahBah's insinuations. But come to think of it, she would be willing to give into petty demands, at least at the beginning, until she was a famous recording star. She didn't have time to think any more about this, as the producer (to whom BahBah La Sheep had been talking) came up to the merry cow and said, "You know, I think BahBah might be right for once. After all, it's the production that really matters. I'll bet I could make you a star, no matter how awful you are."
Once again, the merry cow was pleased to be noticed, but less than pleased at what was being said. But the little voice inside her head said, "This is your chance, Merry Cow, just go along with whatever he says. Once you have your first album out, we'll start changing things!"
The Merry Cow had always listened to the little voice inside her head, and usually did what the voice said, and since she agreed with the little voice this time, it wasn't hard advice to take. So Merry Cow shyly said to the producer, "Well, I do sing, and I'm sure you're right that it really is the production that matters..."
"That settles it," said the producer, and he hustled the merry cow into the recording studio. The first thing we'll do is erase the vocal tracks from the BahBah La Sheep pieces. The merry cow was horrified at the thought of BahBah recordings being destroyed. She was about to say something, when the recording engineer realized what was going on. He ran up to the merry cow and whispered into her ear, "Don't worry, I'm a big BahBah La Sheep fan myself. I've made copies of the BahBah recordings, so they won't really be lost."
Quite relieved, the merry cowreally cut loose and gave a fantastic performance, adding a few twists and turns of her own. Athough the producer was not so impressed, the recording engineer knew that a new star had been born.
While true fame was a long time in coming, the merry cow proved to be adept at doing or saying the right thing so as to get media attention. When BahBah checked into a rehab clinic for her wool addiction, the merry cow made it a point to visit her, afterwards holding a press conference on the hospital steps, giving the press many spurious stories about how BahBah had made it possible for her, the merry cow, to get a break, and now, she, the merry cow, was doing her best to carry on the great musical tradition, and to build on the genius of those, such as BahBah, who had taken the first faltering steps and showed those with later and perhaps greater genius (the merry cow modestly gave a few examples but all present realized that the merry cow was really talking about 'erself) the possiblities that lay behind the opportunities that beckoned on the long and weary road to musical and artistic perfection.
The media got the message all right. BahBah LaSheep was a has-been. Merry Cow was the wave of the future.
The next morning, BahBah reading the papers, concieved of an unreasoning hatred for her rival, and she contracted with the Bafia to have the cow kidnapped and sold to MacDonalds. However, she herself was fleeced in the transaction.