"...Plays better music than I've ever heard on the radio!" She confirms with an assertive nod in Napstablook's favor. "Stuff that's easy to bounce-dance to."

Hmm. The prospects of a big jangling one-man-band bicycle sound like an excellent afternoon-waster, so Coraline immediately sets her imagination to work, paing back and forth across the hallway with a low-key shuka-shaka of the maracas to keep her excitable energy steady.

"There are finger cymbals too, the kinds with elastic straps, in the music room! And it definitely needs some squeaky-horns... we can attach a whole bunch of wacky-contraption stuff, make it colorful too."