George has a drum and Peppa has a trumpet.

Here's a drum for Danny, from a far away jungle.

Yes, thank you. You see, this is how normal people are supposed to react to drums.

And it was no coincidence that around that time I started getting good at the violin, the guitar and the drums.

Bongo drums, carpets, garden gnomes. Who buys all this rubbish? Tourists.

First, choose an instrument each from the music room. I've got drums. They are called bongo drums, Danny. You bang them with your hands like this.

And even when I do spend time with you, I'll be thinking about drumming. I'll be thinking about Jazz and my charts and all that.

Here's a drum for Danny, from a faraway jungle. Thank you, Daddy.

Bongo drums, carpets, garden gnomes. Who buys all this rubbish? Tourists. Oh. Hello.

Monica and Chandler said that you were having so much fun here. And apparently no amount of drums or tarantulas is gonna change that.

George. The accordion is almost as difficult to play as my drum. Okay, George.

Mummy Pig plays the violin. Daddy Pig plays the accordion. Peppa plays the drum. But what instrument will George play?

And I'll just start to resent you for even asking me to stop drumming. And we'll just start to hate each other.

I've got a flat bongo drum. That is a bodhran. It is Irish. You beat it with a little stick like this.

It's not just the drum noise. Every five minutes, Joey throws his sticks in the air, and I have to hear, "Oh my eye. Oh god, my eye."

The bass drum. I don't know what this is called. But it's scrappy. That, Candy, is called a guiro.

Well, I do play it quite nicely, even if I say so myself. And I'll play my violin. And I will play my drum.