“Awe mate, how are we ever going to afford any of these? Look how expensive these sick guitars are.” Flash does a double-take, staring at the price tags.

“Remember, Flash, we’re not buying today. We’re just trying,” Jazz reminds him.

Sharp stares up at a set of drums, stroking his moustache. “Arr, never mind being able to afford these instruments arr, what about being able to reach them? We’re way too small for these human, hairy headed instruments.” Sharp reaches for a large snare drum but is unable to get his hands to the top.

Bone stands next to a bass guitar that’s more than five times his height. “Yeah man, how are we going to jam with these?”

“And guys, look how tall these microphone stands are. How will we ever sing into these?” MJ reaches for the mic, but can’t come close to touching it.

All the Finz stare up at the giant human instruments, scratching their heads with disappointment. It seems that the day is doomed no matter what they try. They start to feel gloomy again.

Trevor snips at Flash’s feet. Flash yelps, “Ouch! Watch it with those pincers, bro!”

Trevor points a claw across the music shop floor, “Master Flash, may I suggest the stage?”

Flash looks over to a mini stage with a complete setup: guitars, drums, saxophones, bass guitars. A sign above them reads: PLEASE TRY BEFORE YOU BUY. Flash scratches his chin in thought. Then he pats Trevor’s shell, “Thanks Trev!”

Trevor roars, shaking his pincer like a fist. “What is it with this shell-patting? I’m not a dog, you know!”

“Guys, come on over here to the stage.” Flash runs between human legs and under a guitar stool. The other Finz follow close behind him. Trevor roars after them, shaking his pincer. All the Finz climb up onto the mini stage and are dwarfed by the size of the band instruments.

“What now, Flash mate?” asks Woody, shaking his head. “There’s no way we can play these.”

“Arr, Flash, look, I can’t even reach the keyboard!” Sharp stands underneath the instruments on his tippy toes.

Flash smiles with confidence, “Guy’s, trust me, I have a plan.” Flash looks to the ceiling and punches his fist to the air. “By the Power of Fin I command you to shrink these instruments down to size!” Flash stares at his fist then back at the instruments in shock and disappointment because nothing happens. Suddenly, a magical acid green stage-light shines over him. All the other Finz and humans in the music shop freeze.

Lord Sarrk’s godly voice booms, “Flash! What is the meaning of this? You are using the Power of Fin magic in a public place?”

Flash looks to the ceiling in shame. So does Trevor. “I’m sorry, your Greatness. I just wanted to shrink these instruments down to size so we can play them. I’m using the Power of Fin magic, just like you taught me to do.”

Lord Sarrk sighs. “Yes, Flash. But what about all of the humans in here? Hmm? Have you thought about that? They will all witness this strange phenomenon happen right before their very eyes. You will expose us, Flash! And what about Trevor? Did I say you could keep him as a pet? Pet monster crabs are for life you know… not just for Christmas.”

Flash looks to the ceiling with a sullen face. Trevor whines with his three, sad puppy dog eyes, nodding to the ceiling. He then bares his sparkling sharp teeth, growling at Flash with an angry face.

Flash lowers his head. “Hmm, sorry, your Greatness. I didn’t think of that. I just got carried away with all the excitement of having a band. We’ve had a bad morning so far and nothing’s gone right. Can’t we keep Trevor at least? Please? Just For a while longer? He’s an important member of our group.”

Trevor claps his pincers like castanets. “I’ve played with all the greats, don’t you know.”

Lord Sarrk ponders this notion, “Hmm, indeed. We all have our dreams of being rock stars. It seems like only the other day on planet Fin that even I was once a legend in the alien hall of rock slime fame.”

“Really, your Greatness? You played?” Flash is impressed. “Wow! That must have been way cool!”

“Yes, it was, Flash, until the Alien Queen persuaded me to become a family man. Then all my rock star dreams faded away in an ocean of flat slime.”

“Oh, that’s a real bummer, your Greatness.”