"This is a terrible idea." Master Hand said while looking at the marching band they had just hired. "Can't we just use the Smashers instead?"
"I was originally going to when I told them the premise of this story but they all rejected so this was my backup." Crazy Hand calmly pointed out.
"...You actually thought this through-"
Crazy Hand interjected with his usual insane laughter. "Yes!"
"...hey uh..." Gerald interrupted while raising his hand. "...I know it's already weird enough with both of you being gloves but does this have anything to really do with us-"
"Yes it will." Crazy Hand stated in a serious tone. "Now start doing music or else I'll fry you on the spot."
Master Hand clenched himself for he knew this was going to badly backfire.