Melody was farting while dressing up a bunch of dolls she found in the toy room within the spooky mansion that she took for herself since she wanted to have an audience to hear, feel, and maybe perhaps smell the stinky cacophony erupting from her ghastly ass for she was enjoying every methane making moment. "These brown notes sure are blasting out of my trombone. Maybe I can make them deeper pitched so that my tuba will be able to really hit those bassy heights! Then again I could use you all as backup bass for my trumpet to truly go long in the brassy way...~!"