Planet Ploy Goes Awry

What's the Art Fern Teatime movie starring:

Freddy Mercury 

Venus deMilo 

Eartha Kitt

Bruno Mars

King Neptune 

and 

Mickey"s dog Pluto

 A: You are in rare form

Q: What did the sushi say to the steak tartar

Song lyrics, May 1968

Mary was my sweetheart,

Hair so long and fine,

Mary had a sweet heart

Or so I thought at the time

But then I saw her with another,

And man, that really blew my mind

Mary liked to kiss me,

Lips like cool morning dew, 

I told her that I loved her

And she said she loved me too

But then I saw her with another,

And don't know really what to do

(Refrain)

Buying and trading with other's loves and lives

Don't you know that's a game I despise

Mary had a way of walking,

Enough to make a grown man cry

And her way of talking

Seemed to put stars in the sky

But I caught her with another

And so I had to say goodbye

 A: Daffodil

Q: What do you get when you cross breed a cartoon duck with a pickle 

The lie began in ' 58

And grew into a dispute great

For, in this stateside nation

The bike was badged Zundapp Citation

While overseas for local trade

Twas Imperator, Horex made

Born from that tale this bike you see

It's named Split Personality

It takes no sides, it's merely fast

With cut down chassis built to last

Blown twin plug heads sparked by a mag 

All that completes the power jag

With chrome and trinkets it does drip

And soon the streets here it will rip!

The Ghost Mark II

 The Ghost Mark II

Long long ago all saw the Ghost

The Kelsey bike that was the most 

But now there's something wild and new

'Cos, Kelsey's built the Ghost Mark II

It's stretched and blown and magged and pearled 

And set to rock the custom world

Its finned and polished parts all shine

It rates a 12 on scale of nine

And soon, it might be up for grabs 

Bring lots of green to pay the tab

So don some shades and take a gaze

This Kelsey's Kustom does amaze

Son of Six

 Son of six

Through mists of time a dream all spied

A monster few would dare to ride 

Twas Latham huffed with many tricks

And count the barrels, there were six

Now spawning from that ancient grave

A polished potent wicked knave

From grounds unholy it does rise

The world it soon will terrorize

So cower all, let children wail

From Son of Six we pull the veil