The dalalala rumbles and roars as Musa and Dada head off to the shore—but the bus stops for one more detour:

"Do you need a ride?
It's hotter than peppers
out there in the sun!
Come in, there's room for everyone!"

One stop becomes two stops, which soon become ten, and Musa wonders when it will end:

"How can any more people get in?
We're already smushed
like sardines in a tin!"

But with some wiggles and giggles and fun, there might just be room for everyone.

From the dust jacket