It was right after churches let out Sunday afternoon. An older couple was driving down Hickory Street toward the Denton Square, possibly discussing their lunch options. The woman turns her head away from her husband as they approach Fry Street, looks to her right and sees Richard Haskins, the big-boned front man of The Wee-Beasties, wearing nothing but a worn-out pair of shoes, his band’s trucker hat, Riprocks-labeled sunglasses and a golden, mermaid print speedo. A bright pink sign held by his bikini-clad friend Stefani Cofer beckons “Vroom, vroom… Let us give you a SQUIRT – The Wee-Beasties.” “Show us your tips!” shouts Beasties’ backup singer, manager and designated band mom Stephanie Holloway.