Melody let out a huge cacophony of farts that she was holding in for a long time and it was clear that she was enjoying the sensation of letting her stinkers go since they sounded just like tubas; it was certainly quite fun for her to see the reactions of her fellow ghosts on their ghastly faces at how gassy she was and you can bet that she gladly flaunted her flatulent rump wherever she went with her methane music maker. "Ooh goodness me! My trombone definitely feels brassier than I thought, but that's okay because that's exactly what I want!"