We were gonna hit you with another Bulletproof Project entry this afternoon, but paying gigs and prior commitments have conspired against us. The next few hours are all about writing FOIA requests and researching an upcoming “Mr. Know-It-All” column for Wired, before we bolt downtown for an evening of industrial design, Pakistani food, and Cavs-Celtics. Let us outro with a tune that we already know to be a favorite ’round these parts. It surprised us on an archived WEFUNK show the other day—we don’t usually go for the high-pitched squeals of kiddie singers, but the conceit totally works here. You can have the mic any time you want, little darlings.