One day when Max doesn’t feel like talking to anybody, he finds two sticks that make a perfect pair of drumsticks. He starts with a Pat…pat-tat on his thighs. Then he’s Dum…dum-dedumming on some boxes. Until finally he’s Cling…clang…da-BANGING on the garbage pails. Suddenly, when a marching band Thump-di-di-thumps around Max’s corner, the most wonderful thing happens, and Max learns that you don’t need to talk to say how you feel—especially when you’ve got music.