A flea had oiled up his little flea legs... ...and his little flea arms, had spread out his blanket, and was proceeding to soak up the Miami sun, when who should stumble by on the beach but an old flea friend of his. ""Oscar, what happened to you?"" asked the flea, because Oscar looked terrible, wrapped up in a blanket, his nose running, his eyes red, and his teeth chattering. ""I got a ride down here in some guy's mustache and he came down here by motorcycle. I nearly froze my wings off,"" whee…