JULIE: Hello again.
I'm Downtown Julie Brown, and I'm at the
Wormworld Music Festival.
And as you can see, the crowd here is really psyched.
They're getting ready for the fantastic South African
singing group, Wormsmith Black Mambazo!
And here they come now.
N, O, P.
N, O, P.
Amazing, beautiful, creatures dancing
excite the forest glade.
In my heart, how I do jump like a cool dude.
Listen to the music so nicely organ played.
Quietly rests the sleepy tiger under the vine tree at the
And X marks the spot 'neath the yellow moon where the Zulu
chief and I did hide.
Oh, how we love to sing the alphabet.
Aren't they amazing?
Wormsmith Black Mambazo, making
music with the alphabet.
Now, with only minutes to go before Slimey and the Polka
Worms are scheduled to appear on that stage,
the tension is rising.
We still have no word on the condition of Slimey's tuba.
But Slimey, if you can hear me, we're
thinking of you, man.
LUIS: All right, Slimey, me see if this works.
EVERYONE: I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope,
I hope, I hope, I hope, I hope.
OSCAR: Big breath!
MARIA: I'm sorry, Slimey.
We did the best we could, but we just can't fix this tuba.
TELLY: That's so sad!
He's not going to be able to play at the Wormworld Music
That's not sad.
That's the saddest thing I ever heard!
Well, don't hold it in there, Slimey.
Go ahead, let out those tears.
TELLY: Wait a minute.
No, no, no.
LUIS: Telly, it's OK to cry when you're sad.
TELLY: No, no, I know that.
But I just thought of a way to make Slimey happy.
Why didn't I think of this before?
I have a tuba!
Slimey can use my tuba.
I'll go get it.
I'll meet you at the music festival!
LUIS: Isn't that great?
Slimey gets to play after all.
You hear that, Slimey?
You're gonna play!
That's one happy little worm.