Now I hear the faint sound of music.

It could be my brain is overheating.

What do you want?

- Please, you've gotta help me. I'm in need of medical assistance.

And perhaps a light snack.

Nah, you've gotta fuck off, mate.

What'd you say?

- My children are at a remote music camp in the Outback and I--

- Why didn't you say so? Come on in, brother!

Are you... Red Tigglie!?

Then suddenly, the whole industry went tits up.

But here we are, still at it.

- It's remarkable you've managed to survive.

- Ooh, there's a new children's music camp nearby?

- In that case, make yourself at home, big man!

There were no public restrooms on the way.

Room for one more?

- Sure! - There's always room for one more!

It's like the Tigglies always say, "'Friend' Is A Forever Word."

so I came looking for ya.