I thought my kids were getting sick of the POTO soundtrack, but they're up there warbling away bits 'n' pieces. Right now, though, I have to admit they've gotten a bit carried away because whatever they're singing now sounds more like Ford and Zaphod's Betelgeuse Death Anthem than anything POTOesque.
They've created a lovely batch of freaky Lego centaur-people. Hmmm. One is a chef with a missing arm. Dude! Watch that cleaver!
Argh! Procrastinating. Sigh.