Sorry for the kid overload, but they’re cracking me up this weekend. After breakfast, they decided to have an outdoor concert, even though their trombone and tuba players had bailed on them. Tom is clearly the ringleader, because he wants to marry his new bass clarinet.
Tom said the only way they could roam the neighborhood without people thinking they were hoodlums was to play music. This follows, you understand, a rash of mysterious doorbell ringing.
I think he has a more promising career as a musician than as an engineer.
Warren decides to join in. Chris decides not to.