(In essence, calling to mind that impromptu press conference scene in The Beatles' first movie, "A Hard Day's Night", if you get the idea--only with The Banana Splits being the targets.)
REPORTER #1: So what exactly explains the name "Fleegle," to begin with?
FLEEGLE: At least I take regular flea and tick baths!
REPORTER #2: What exactly is your take on girls?
BINGO, looking somewhat clueless: I have to admit we have the inevitable girlfriends and "stage-door Janes" everywhere we turn up for concerts, and there can be no denying the obvious: They simply cannot resist us, especially romantically!
A FEMALE REPORTER: So where do you stand on the Ry-Krisp controversy?
SNORKY: [Incessant and unintelligible honking]
DROOPER, interpreting: Snorky was just saying "What controversy exactly?"
A FEMALE REPORTER, again: And where would you stand on what some would call the stale and base predictability of modern music?
BINGO: But at least we find some decent "old-school" motels to stay at while on tour; who needs the sterile and aseptic predictability of the chains?
FLEEGLE: That, I will have you know, is just plain common sense, for once!
REPORTER #3: Bingo, what exactly makes you something of the Don Juan of the Splits?
BINGO: That's about the first time people have seen yours truly as something of a Don Juan; at any rate, chicks dig me ... Sour Grapes fear me!
DROOPER: And might it surprise you to learn where Snorky is also something of a romantic interest, even with his looks?
SNORKY: [Incessant honking]
DROOPER: Snorky was just concurring there, sir.
REPORTER #3: I can accept that.