The tribe of potatoes started off as making sweet nutritions by wobbling basses... Then they add mysterious twinkle blings blings into their wobblings background. But then. STRIKE THE GLITCH OF THA BASSSSSSS OH NO...
WHO MUST SAVE THE POTATOES NOW?
THE HIPHOP. THE HIPHOP DRUMS ALWAYS WORK.
The farmers come... "HEY! HEY! HEY! HEY!"
WHO MUST SAVE THE POTATOES AGAIN?
THE DUB. DUBSYNTHS ARE DA BEST!
After all these horrible things that's happened to teh potatoes, they come back with their plant cells doing matabolism like usual.