Mockappella began in 1925, at the height of Prohibition, as a front for a speakeasy and whorehouse at the infamous Black Cat Club in Washington, D.C. Hookers on their break and johns awaiting their turn in the 'Kitten Room' were responsible for singing in the front section of the club, so it would appear to be an innocent choir rehearsal to any authority figure who burst in.

Pierre SacreBleu, a Canadian alcohol smuggler, dropped in once a month to deliver fresh barrels of Schnapps, and teach the makeshift choir the latest Canadian folk songs. The johns, however, were too drunk to remember the words. And the hookers? They were too slow-witted to make out the lyrics through Pierre's thick Canadian accent. Thus, the group began to build a repertoire of beautiful songs, with lush melodies and random lyrics.

One night, a kindly priest was passing the Black Cat Club, on his way home from working at the shelter down the street. He recognized the strains of a lullaby his old Canadian mother used to sing to him, and entered the Club to find the source of this music.

The vocalists finished their song, to wild applause from the Priest. "Your music lifts my spirits, eh?" he said. "And speaking of spirits- I've been helping the homeless all night long, doncha know? It would warm my heart to have just a spot of gin with you all."

"For you, Father, we've got more than a spot," said one prostitute, flinging open a trap door in the floor to expose a bath tub full of gin.

With that, the Priest ripped off his robe to reveal his true identity: It was notorious Prohibition Officer Izzy Einstein. "You're all coming with me, doncha know?"

On the way to the police station, the group tried to win over Einstein with a rendition of the Canadian National Anthem, but their poor attempt only enraged him further. "You'll all pay for mocking me, doncha know?"

Thus, the case of the District of Colombia vs. Mockappella.

The gang was found guilty, and its members given a choice- they could spend 50 years in the federal penitentiary, or turn their lives around by attending the University of Maryland, and using their musical prowess to start an a cappella singing group.

When the federal penitentiary they chose turned out to be full, they reluctantly enrolled at the University.

To this day, Mockappella continues the proud tradition of young whores and drunks singing the wrong words to popular Canadian folk songs.

Bob save the Queen.