Melody was having a laughing fit since she was playing the triangle while simultaneously farting in a tuba since she was enjoying the methane mixture of music within her musical room since she was keeping herself entertained due to the rest of the spooky mansion having weird things happening within it. "Huh; I didn't think that I could manage to play so many different instruments well! Guess that explains why I'm so much of a talented stinker!"
Later on Melody went out of her music room and noticed a bunch of ghosts attempting to carry a particular bad couch that clearly had seen better days. Being the mischievous spirit that she was, the ghastly music maker proceeded to sit right up on the shoddy furniture and pulled her own finger, the couch in turn rumbled from a loud, foghorn blast emerging right out of Pianissima's rump, warming the cushions up while sending them and the ghosts flying since the couch promptly dropped. It went on for a good long amount of several seconds before petering out, for which afterwards Melody brought her ripping ass back down and burst out laughing while she kept on pooting away.
"Hahuehihee! Oh man was that was so loud! And phew does it stink!" Melody commented, playfully pinching her nose while fanning the air. "Good thing I call dibs on this thing because I'm gonna decorate it with my dress straining sharts I've been smearing up lately!"