They're just about to break into another rousing chorus of We WANT YOUs, when they pause to consider this new information. Little arms freeze mid clap, as one by one they look at Jack, then up and to the right, and finally at each other.

Four seem to defer to one.
The one front and center, with the dreads.

You maybe right, we maybe crazy.
But we just might be the lunatics you're looking for.