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!