Gerald McBoing-Boing's Symphony1953

Narrator:
In another part of the radio station, there was a most tragic situation. The station owner was tearing his hair, because the symphony orchestra scheduled to go on right after the commercial announcement just wasn't there.

Radio Station Owner:
In radio there can't be any dead air! We'll be laughed at everywhere! Silence on the air is strictly taboo. No stand-by pianist, what'll I do? [Sees Gerald about to leave] McBoing-Boing, don't go! You'll do the show! Hurry, take a good look at this score. You have one minute, not one second more. Fiddles go feeddle-feeddle, tubas go oompha-oompha, flutes go tweedle-tweedle, trombones go twah-twah-twah. But wait! He can make like a keg of powder or the wreck of a train, but fiddles, flutes, cellos, bassoons all playing at once - can he stand the strain? Quick, get doctors Turnpike, Heartburn, Hangloose, Mongoose, Whacker, Crankshaft, and good old Dr. Seuss!