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[narrator] Brought to you by B&B Minis.

Chocolate candy so small, you'll eat 'em all!

And no one will be mad!

[doorbell rings]

We're lucky to be friends with Trevor.

We get to witness a total solar eclipse

that can only be seen in Trevor's backyard?

The eclipse is just a ruse to get you here.

- Oh, quit doing that! - Oh!

I need your help getting out of a jam.

[sighs] Trev, what'd you do?

[♪ slow-tempo music playing]

For years, Mom has been giving me money to take weekly piano lessons.

But instead of going to said piano lessons,

I went to the park and spent the money on B&B Minis.

[♪ music concludes]

I see. That is a lot of wrappers.

What exactly is the problem?

Now Mom expects me to play a piano concerto

at the fundraiser she's throwing at five-p today.

A-- A fundraiser?

Yeah, she's raising money to renovate the bathroom.

It's hideous.

But what did you think was gonna happen, Trevor?

I just didn't think it'd ever come up.

Oh, how rude of me. B&B?

Ha! Now you're complicit, you amoral lizards.

Those were piano money B&B's. You have to help me now.

Yeah, we were already gonna help you.

So... what you got?

What if we stream the music and play the piece over a hidden speaker

while Trevor mimes at the piano?

Brilliant!

Done. I knew you'd fix this. Why'd I even sit down?

Bathroom concerto number seven.

[♪ classical piano music playing]

This is totally believable.

It's almost like he didn't spend six years on a bench, eating candy.

[ad voice] Upgrade to Musicify Premium so you never miss a beat.

- Ah, Trevor, upgrade to premium. - We-- We can't have ads playing.

I wish, brah.

I spent all my money on B&B's, remember?

[ad voice] Change your life with piano lessons from Rupert Pianovski.

[♪ music continues]

Ah, small world! That's my teacher.

Oh, duh. Let's ask him for help.

[♪ music concludes]

Hello, sir. We're here for piano lessons.

Sorry, I'm going out of business.

A student who was supposed to come here for six years

- just never showed up. - Oh, no, that's a shame.

If I find out who that kid was,

I don't know what I'll do.

- We should get go-- - What a small world. It was me!

[♪ classical piano music playing]

[all sigh]

[hesitates, shouts]

[groans, clears throat, chews]

- [♪ music concludes] - [pants]

I swear they went this way.

[groans] Guess I should get back to my failed business.

Maybe I could get into the kid-chasing racket.

[sighs] Well, that was thrilling.

But it's four-p! None of this is working!

- Bash my hands. - Trevor!

Don't you see? Then it's no one's fault I can't play.

I'll say it's poison sumac! Mom will understand.

- [♪ piano playing distantly] - Wait. [shushes] Hear that?

It's playing itself?

Of course. A player piano!

[groans] I can't believe we didn't think of this. You're fine, Trevor.

Hey, Pa, can we borrow your piano?

Sure. Why not?

[whistles]

[continues playing]

Oh, it plays the same song over and over?

Ma, how do we get the piano to play

"Bathroom Concerto, Number Seven" by Warthog Armadillo Moozart?

Oh, honey, the piano only plays "Bathroom Concerto, Number Five"

by Warthog Armadillo Moozart.

That concerto's totally different!

- Mom hates that one! - Whose mom, hon?

I'm so sad and dejected,

I can barely finish these B&B Minis.

[♪ piano playing distantly]

[♪ playing stops]

- [all] Renée?! - Was that you playing the piano?

Yes, I admit it. It was me. You caught me.

How did we not know about this?

Well, I understand it's very surprising,

given my innate warthog confidence,

but I suffer from debilitating piano-specific stage fright.

I've never played the piano in front of anyone.

[sighs] I wish I could, [snorts] but... [sighs]

Renée, want to play in a small dark room where no one could see you?

Yes, please!

You good in there, Renée?

One knock for yes, two for no.

[single key plays]

Okay, Renée's good.

And we know Trevor can mime from our unsuccessful attempt earlier.

Are we forgetting anything?

We should do something with all those empty

B&B wrappers. We don't want any loose ends.

On it!

[snorts, gulps, chews, swallows]

Hi. Hi there. Hello. Thanks so much for coming.

Oh, hi.

[♪ ambient jazz music playing]

Oh, my. Was there an intruder? It looks vandalized.

The wallpaper. I can't look.

Time to head out back.

The performance is about to start.

[clears throat]

[♪ piano music playing]

Oh, Trevor, my little maestro. Here you go.

Let the music move you.

Cash is flowing.

You're a great mom.

- [♪ music concludes] - [pants]

[applauding]

- Thank-- What? - I'm cured!

[all gasp]

I'm cured of stage fright.

It was so amazing to play for you all on a baby grand inside this grand piano.

Well, see you later.

[crowd clamoring]

[patron] I want my money back.

Trevor? What... This is...

Mom, I'm sorry. I never learned the piano.

No! [cries] Oh, Trevor. How could you do this?

I need a tissue from my hideous bathroom!

Oh, Trevor! [cries]

I hurt Mom.

Oh! Trevor, it's perfect.

Oh, Trevor, it's so inspired.

Did you...?

You said do something with 'em.

[all gasp, clamoring]

You are my little maestro.

The Warthog Armadillo Moozart of wallpaper.

Mom, I'll make everything else right, too.

I'd really like to take trombone lessons.

That's wonderful! I can't wait to he--

Womp, womp, womp, womp. Mm. [chews]

[♪ end credit music playing]

[♪ end credit music concludes]