Finally, there's a place where a puppet can get drunk AND get one last shot at "making it" in the entertainment biz. That place is Apollo's Pad. Owned and operated by a soul puppet named Apollo, the Pad was once just another dive bar for the felt-and-rod set. That is, until Apollo discovered online video. That's when he and his no 'count family and friends decided to create their very own weekly web variety show...broadcast direct from the very nightclub they'd been wasting their lives away in!
One man's wild night is another man's nightmare at Apollo's Pad.
Hey mon! Ja feelin' irie for some royal entertainment at the Pad?
It seems the only thing Mickey hasn't ever found in his colon is a sense of shame.
Apollo dreams of having relations with a very special woman. A little too close relations.
Ze French women. Ze French wine. Ze French croissants. Oui, oui, Mickey loves them all.
All he wants to do is relax and let his soul glow. So, why is it so hard for Apollo to get his big, beautiful afro under control?
Obama mania is still raging at Apollo's Pad. No matter how broke down, busted and rusted it is.
Ladies, listen up to Laquisha's springtime prescription for sexiness.
The Pad is so broke right now, it should be called Apollo's Piddle. But Iceflo's got a plan to get the money flo'in again.
Initiate yo'self to Apollo's Pad with this disco-funk-thumpin'-puppet-grindin'-and-bumpin' music video.