Houston, We Have Kazoos

Derp and I are in a dance company together. She is one of the dance captains, I am an honorary one because I always help out with that stuff. We celebrate birthdays each month, and this time it was derp's turn. We had gathered enough money and were off to the Target Dollar Stop. We put together good birthday baskets, and I forced derp to put down the extra cotton candy.
When we got in the checkout line, we found derp's mother. We call her Mama C (C=first initial of last name.).

SIDE STORY TO EXPLAIN FOLLOWING EVENTS
Derp and I are derps. We aren't ashamed to say that we love a kids show, The Doodlebops.
Here's a reference pic, so you can fully grasp our level of maturity....

So that is what we spend our time watching.
When they do the Doodlebop pledge, they use kazoos. In fact, all the most hardcore Doodlebop dvd box sets come with special gold kazoos.
Bonus: We have Doodlebop telepathy. We sense when the other is thinking. Even from across distances.

BACK TO THE MAIN STORY
Mama C had found us a 4 pack of kazoos. On the long car ride home, we would usually be screaming and laughing and trolololing.
WE WENT 7 MINUTES STRAIGHT, NO TALKING. JUST KAZOOS.
WHEN WE GOT IN THE HOUSE, WE PLAYED RANDOM SONGS OFF THE TOP OF OUR HEADS.
For 15 MINUTES. It only stopped when derp sat on her armoir and knocked over a glass of water....
It's only 10:30 pm, EST. We don't even go into full on spazz mode until, say, 12:45 am.....
This could be bad.