BRAKETTES: El Brakiachi. El Brakiachi.

GUITARIST: DA-DA-DA-DA-DA-DA

BRAKETTES: He rules the desert, with his tuba.

BUG: El Brakiachi is his name.

BRAK: (WITH SOMBRERO AND TUBA) I'm Brakiachi,
the famous Maruichi, searching for marching bands
in need of my amazing tuba.

(AUDIENCE CHEERS)

ZORAK: (ENTERS) And I am El Grandito, the speedy bandito.

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Boooo!

ZORAK:Shut up you!

AUDIENCE MEMBER: Yeah, whatever.

ZORAK:This is my town, and our marching band is not big enough for the tuba of us.

BRAK: What did you say?

ZORAK: I said tuba of us.

BRAK: Them's strong words hombre,
but I let my tuba do the talking for me:
(through the tuba) Hello, Mr. Bandito!
I'm Brakiachi's tuba! Oop-pah-pah Oop-pah-pah,
can I play you a song?

ZORAK:Sure, how about 'Do You Know the Way to San Jose?'?

(BRAK BLOWS TUBA HARD, KNOCKING ZORAK DOWN.)

BRAKETTES:El Brakiachi, El Brakiachi.

GUITARIST:
Now his story has been told.

BRAKETTES:El Brakiachi, El Brakiachi.

BRAK:That's my name, don't wear it out. Cha! Cha! Cha! Cha!