(sighs) Chop wood, carry wood, sell wood, repeat. At this rate, I’ll die rich in splinters.

Bongosamé? That’s the dumbest password I’ve ever—

(They freeze as Narrator steps forward.)

(Cave rumbles open. Ali shrugs, goes inside. Lights shift to gold + drums.) (Cave is filled with gold coins, tambourines, and bongos.)

You dare challenge the Bongo Bandits?

(The BONGO BANDITS enter, playing bongos badly. CHIEF carries a giant bongo.)

(shouting): Open sesame! Open honeydew! Open french fries!

We dare. But not to drums — to… silence .

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