The kid holds two impatient animals at arm's length. Her grandmother, the old nine-toed carny, makes them stand en pointe and learn the eighty-eight-step for competition. But the kid makes a break for it, plays with a cat, bangs her head on a chair. A light bop, but enough.
Wah! I try to activate the Phleg-Matic but it's too late. Screaming is anything but piano.