Out in the plains of East Africa, astride a powerful fast moving steed, rode a man known to all, and loved by many: Michael Jackson. It was rumored that a grand ball was to be held down by the Nile River, a ball so grand that not even Harry Potter could afford to miss it! "T'heck with Lord Voldemort!" said Harry to a very dazzling, well endowed Princess Diana whom seemed to be heeding more attention to the great and almighty Buddha that floated a couple of feet away from them. Meanwhile, in another corner of the ball room, Mohammad Ali was occupying himself with a small, amethyst butterfly that passed by. "Ahem." Averting his eyes to the spot where the small, dainty cough came from, Ali's eyes grew in size as he gazed upon the heavenly features of Cinderella and her seven dwarfs.