They began cheering the band on. "Now we're getting somewhere!" exclaimed Hans to his band members. "Now things are looking up for me, after all these years of being a nobody, even to my family." They played a few more songs. When they finished playing their songs, members of the crowd began throwing confetti and flowers at them. Elisa picked up her Black Swan and raised the swan into the air so that everyone could see it. She did this because she wanted the black swan to get a better view of the crowd. Elisa's sister, Karen, did deserve a moment in the spotlight, now more than ever, since being a swan meant that almost everyone would overlook her.
"This is the best day of my life!" exclaimed Hans, who was happily taking in all the applause. No one had ever cheered for him like this before. He jumped off the stage onto the ground below. There was a crowd there, but they moved away when he fell. The ground was very hard and it hurt him greatly. "This is embarrassing," said Hans to himself. "I was expecting the crowd to catch me."
At that moment, Tram decided to tell the truth about the band, so she raised her hands up into the air. "The instruments accompanying our vocals aren't real," shouted Tram to the crowd. "The sounds coming out of our instruments aren't real. The mayor can't hear our music, and neither can any of you. You've been duped." "What is this idiot doing?" Hans said to himself. "Is she trying to get us killed?"
The members of the crowd were confused. "What does this mean?" they asked amongst themselves. Tram saw what was happening and said, "You're wondering how this can be? Is this what you were asking amongst yourselves? " Tram continued trying to explain things to the crowd.
"The mayor of Bremen must have been eavesdropping on us," confessed Tram. "He must have heard us talk about special instruments that only intelligent people can see or hear. Truly, I say to you. We made all that up! We wanted him to overhear us." The crowd was displeased at hearing this. "Kill them for deceiving us," shouted some members of the crowd. "They give music a bad name!" "Let's kill them, and turn their bones into instruments," suggested a member of the crowd. "You're right," replied another member of the crowd. "It is exactly what we must do." The other members of the crowd appeared to agree with this. Even the mayor was mad. "We must not let them get away!" roared the mayor, ripping his shirt. "Turn their bones into drumsticks for drumming."
Members of the crowd emptied out rubbish bins and started throwing rubbish at them, like rotten bananas, rotten apples, and rotten tomatoes. "You idiot!" shouted Hans to Tram, as he grabbed her by her shirt. Before Hans could do anything to Tram, he was approached by Banjo, who said, "We don't have time to play the blame game. Let's get out of here." The group ran backstage towards a door that led to the interior of the mayor's mansion. Inside the mansion there were many guards who were looking for them, so the group did their best to avoid the guards. While they wandered the corridors of the mansion, someone crept up on them.
Hans sensed the presence of someone sneaking up on them, so he pulled out a dagger and turned around. It was the steward. The steward took a few steps backwards and fell to the ground. "The butler!" cried Tram. "Actually I prefer to be called a steward," replied the steward.
He pointed in a certain direction and said, "Follow me." "Why should we follow you?" asked Banjo. "I am sick and tired with the mayor's obsession with music," said the steward. "The man is a fool when it comes to listening to music, but he thinks he's a genius. You all lied to the mayor and you will be severely punished." "How shall we be punished?" asked Tram. "You don't want to know!" responded the steward.
"But I do want to know," said Tram in a serious manner. "I'm your only guide out of here so you all need to trust me," explained the steward. "You may have heard the mayor say something about turning bones into drumsticks. I assure you that he was being very serious. He'll probably turn your organs into bagpipes." The band began to follow the steward. Suddenly the mayor and his guards entered the corridor through a door and saw the band members.
The mayor pointed to the steward and shouted, "Traitor. I can't wait to punish you." The steward and the members of the band ran from the mayor and his guards as fast as their legs could carry them. They ran into a certain room. The steward turned around to face the door. He closed and locked the door of the room. "Whose room is this?" asked Banjo.
"It is the mayor's room," answered the steward. "Then you've led us into a trap," shouted Banjo, before turning to his friends. "He's led us into a trap! I knew that we couldn't trust a white guy." "Don't jump to conclusions!" warned the steward. The steward walked over to the fireplace and bent over to look at it. There was one brick missing in the chimney area behind the firewood of the fireplace. The steward reached out his hands and began to remove the bricks. There didn't even appear to be any real cement holding the bricks together, only a substance that was made to look like bricks were only there to block a secret passageway. There appeared to be a mine, or tunnel situated directly behind the fireplace.
"What is this place?" asked Hans to the steward, as he took a step into the tunnel. "It is the mayor's secret place," explained the steward. "He uses it to go wherever he wants to go without being mobbed by crowds. Sometimes he's down here searching for gold, but he never finds anything."
Everyone heard the sound of the door being hit hard by the mayor and his guards. "Run now, and don't turn back!" warned the steward. "But what about you?" asked Tram. "Don't worry about me," assured the steward. "I know that the mayor will listen to what I have to say." The band crept into the tunnel situated directly behind the fireplace.
Hans held up a burning torch as he walked around the tunnel. It didn't take long for the band to realize that they were all in a gold mine. A gold mine, as in a mine specifically created for searching for gold. This did not mean that Elisa and the others found any gold in the mine they were in. They didn't find any gold, but they found plenty of discarded instruments. The mayor must have left the instruments there because the instruments were slightly broken.
Meanwhile, the mayor and his guards broke the door down with a battering ram and seized the steward. "Why did you do it, Mr. Steward?" asked the mayor. "I have a name, you know!" said the steward, who was annoyed once again at the mayor's rudeness. "I did it because they threatened to kill my family." "Alright, I believe you," replied the mayor. "You're fired." He pushed the steward aside and entered the tunnel with his guards. Hans and the band walked along the tunnel when Tram asked him a question. "What did you do before you became a bushranger in Australia?" she asked. Hans was not direct with his answer. "I was like a member of the upper class," he replied. "But I didn't feel like I belonged anywhere. I'd run errands for my father, who was a very powerful man. I was his youngest son. Later, I had to flee the country where I lived after stealing a ship. I had to steal the ship because many sailors aboard that ship were being mistreated."
Suddenly there was shouting that echoed throughout the tunnel. "Get back here and prepare to pay for your crimes," shouted the mayor angrily. "You all give music a bad name! You all humiliated me in front of so many people." He was ready to dish out the worst punishment he could think of. The band all heard this and ran for their lives. They heard the sound of flowing water, and they realized that they must have been a source of water nearby.
They also heard the sound of a pump. There was a track that led straight through the tunnel. In front of them, on the tracks was a cart. It was also called a pump trolley. It was a trolley that you could move by pushing a lever up and down. "Let's jump on there!" shouted Tram, pointing straight at the cart. The members of the band reluctantly jumped onto the cart and pushed a lever situated on top of the cart up and down. They pushed the cart along at a brisk pace. "Finally, we're losing them!" exclaimed Hans. But they were wrong. They looked behind them and saw the mayor and his guards gaining on them. The mayor and his guards were in another pump trolley.
"We could have stolen that pump trolley as well!" lamented Banjo. "This pump trolley is too small for all of us."Soon the tunnel became more like a large cave, and the roof of the cave became much higher. The mayor fired a bullet at them, but one of the guards grabbed his arm. "Don't fire, you fool!" shouted the guard. "We're in a cave! The roof of the cave might collapse!" The bullet hit the roof of the cave, and cracks began to form on the roof. Warm muddy water began to flow out of the area where the bullet hit. Some of the muddy water spilled onto the faces of the band. It was really thick mud, almost as thick as concrete. The exit of the tunnel seemed to be near. Everyone could see the speck of light at the end of the tunnel. As they reached the end of the tunnel they noticed that the end of the tunnel was situated at the end of a canyon.
"We must slow down!" cried Hans. "No!" argued Tram. "We must go faster!" She pushed Hans aside, and pumped the lever up and down much harder, as fast as she possibly could. The pump trolley moved much faster when Elisa operated it. It moved like a rollercoaster and flew off the railing at the end of the tunnel. The trolley flew through the air and landed safely on the other side of the canyon. They were lucky that they had not fallen into the ravine. The pump trolley flipped over, and the entire band flew face first into mud that happened to be on the ground. The mayor and his guards weren't so lucky. The guards pulled the brakes when they were meters away from the end of the tunnel. These guards followed safety procedures and moved into safe positions. The cart stopped just in time before it could fall into the canyon. The mayor was standing in an upright position when the cart stopped. Due to inertia, he was thrown over the side of the cart, and then he fell into the canyon. Luckily there was water at the bottom of the canyon.
After he hit the water, he cursed the members of the band. "Curse you fake musicians!" he cursed, waving his fists around. The members of the band had no time to listen to him yell. They got onto their feet and began to walk away. There were many kangaroos watching them, curious regarding what was happening. Hours later the band built a campfire. Elisa crushed Nardoo seeds into flour using a rock, after first soaking these seeds in water to cleanse the seeds of poisons. Banjo placed his Nardoo bread over the campfire so that it could be cooked. "So shall we keep on playing music?" Banjo asked Hans, who was already considering leaving his band mates behind. "You don't have to leave us. I know that we haven't got any real instruments now, but I promise you that things will change."
"What if the music we produce isn't good?"