[ WP ] Write a spoiler-filled , summarized description of a book that you would enjoy reading in the hypothetical scenario that you 've suffered a traumatic , amnesia-inducing event that made you forget that you 've written it in the first place .

Nat King Cole wiped an errant strand of hair from the shoreline of his adamant gaze. 
 
 
 `` Francis, it's the only way. We're really gon na get necked if we refuse the truth here.'' 
 
 
 A blur came running straight at them. 
 
 
 It headbutted Frank in the face, and sent him reeling. 
 
 
 Spinning with an effortless vigor, it twirled into a 1090° spinning scissor kick, catching King Cole in the solar plexus and Frank in the clavicle with the heels of two spurred boots. The shadow gracefully perched as it landed on the toes of its left foot, the right still held in a ready-to-strike stance. 
 
 
 `` How'd you boys like that jingle? It's been a' JANGLIN' in my head for some time now!'' 
 
 
 Harry Babbitt flashed a cheeky smile. `` I'M taking over. You cats can have all the leftovers, after I DOMINATE ALL THE LABELS!!!!'' 
 
 
 Sinatra gritted his teeth. Aside from the blood dripping down his face from that last roundhouse, he was n't feeling quite ready to roll over. 
 
 
 `` EARRINGS WERE MEANT FOR WOMEN, NAT! I'LL NEVER GIVE THOSE POTARA A SECOND LOOK!'' 
 
 
 Nat sang a line from Unforgettable as he bounded off of an alley wall and smashed into Babbitt's neck with an rolling axe kick. Freezing him in place with his Lyrica Strike, he voiced the invoking line, `` That's how you'll stay!'' 
 
 
 `` Good golly Miss Molly, I....I can feel him devouring the charts,'' Sinatra growled. `` Columbia.... Capital's... Geh! They're... BEING DEVOURED, Nat!'' 
 
 
 Frank was finally feeling the gravity of this situation. After the release of Forest Rangers, Ky Kaiser began to focus on giving Babbitt more radio time, more singles, hoping to use his musical talent to reunite the world. 
 
 
 But Kaiser's judgement was flawed. Babbitt had different plans for Earth. 
 
 
 He let out a demonic falsetto, shattering Nat and Frank's Defenser Phones. 
 
 
 `` AS SOON AS I CAN MOVE, I'M TAKING YOU YUTZES ON A SLOW BOAT TO CHINA!'' 
 
 
 The Communism was strong with this one. And even the combined forces of Nat King Cole and Frank Albert Sinatra were hard pressed at showing him the door. 
 
 
 Frank gazed down. Tightening his fist, he held out his right hand to Cole. He opened his hand. 
 
 
 Nat shot a look of confused, yet amiable surprise at Sinatra. Brushing back a lock of hair, he jested. 
 
 
 `` I thought real men did n't wear earrings, Francis.'' 
 
 
 Sinatra held his gaze in the temporarily paralyzed Babbitt's direction. 
 
 
 `` Real men do n't let musical freedom die. Real men save the world from Communism.'' 
 
 
 He looked at his longtime pal beside him. He smiled at Nathaniel as he placed the Potara on his right earlobe. 
 
 
 `` Besides, I'm not done with Capitol just ye-'' 
 
 
 A bright light overtook the two. 
 
 
 And from it emerged a streaming flash of red, rushing toward the newly remobilized Babbitt. Out of the bright hot smoke came a hard side kick to the entirety of Harry's face, smashing him through a solid brick wall with a movement of volare ascent. 
 
 
 As Harry woke up surrounded by people playing poker in a small apartment, a silhouette appeared in the chasm of the shattered wall. 
 
 
 He reeked of awesomeness. And as he adjusted the lapels on his blazer, he quipped at his vastly inferior opponent. 
 
 
 `` Poor Harry.... Now ai n't that a kick in the head?'' 
 
 
 The King of Cool was born.
