[2] A ventriloquist's dummy in the city dump improvises a piano, from the junk there, to play and sing the title song, "A Great Big Bunch Of You", by Mort Dixon and Harry Warren.

The dummy places a nearby discarded box-spring such that its springs may stand in for the strings of an upright piano; he plays, singing the title song, scatting here and there, even to the percussive accompaniment of his seat's slapping rhythmically against his backside.

They fire at the little ship in a discarded (mirror image-)print of Washington Crossing the Delaware; soggy but undaunted, the General and his men march out of the river and onto land, the commander himself bearing the stars and stripes, one man hymning "Yankee Doodle" to his fife, the other dutifully at his snare drum, as the little warriors stand at attention.

The dummy has been marching in step; coming upon a bath towel, which he declares a magic carpet, he flies off to another space in the dump, where mannequins and a bust stand at the ready, their hands on a trombone, another clarinet, a saxophone, and a violin.

The dummy conducts for a moment with his hands before returning to his instrument; another grandfather clock swings its pendulum back and forth to strike two opposing wash bins; another doll has become the drummer, hanging bottles his chimes, another basin his bass drum, and, as he pulls a chain to activate a shower, he decides to use the individual streams of water as the strings of a harp.

The rusted frame of a car fires its exhaust in rhythm as the doll prances his way back to the makeshift clavier to sing a few last bars; as he finishes, an avalanche of junk tumbles down and buries him.