The Death I Deservioli WITH LYRICS RecD

(Peppino, *Gerome,* **Forknight,** ***Pizzaface,*** ***CHEESLIME,*** **PEPPINO AND FORKNIGHT**)

[Peppino, spoken.]
Okey-dokey.
Three hours-a.
Dozens of attempts-a.
All-a-da-toppins.
…Unfortunately-a, Gerome.

[Gerome, spoken.]
*Forgettin' the secret treasure?*
*That's a paddlin'.*

[Peppino, spoken.]
Keepin'-a-da combo by [hitting cheeslime] ANY MEANS NESSECARY.

[Cheeslime, spoken.]
***WHY CAN I FEEL PAIN I'M JUST CHEESE***

[Peppino, spoken.]
All that's left is-a-da second lap…
THEN THE P-RANK IS-A MINE!
Let's-a go.

[Peppino, sung.]
Pizza time might shake me to my core
But this chef is dead-set on a high score!
Will I perish?
Probably, for sure…
But the danger's half of the allure…
Stay calm…
No fear…
Just one more try!
Run fast…
Through here…
OH MY GOD MORE STUPID FORKNIGHT GUYS…