Babes in Toyland

1

Hello, everybody.

My name is Sylvester.

Sylvester J. Goose.

My friends call me syl,

or sometimes silly.

At this time, it is with

unmitigated pleasure...

Sylvester,

talk faster.

Talk faster?

You're lucky to find a goose

who can talk at all.

As I was saying, it is

my pleasure to present

your hostess for this occasion,

weighing 189 pounds...

Sylvester!

I present the one and only

mother goose.

Thank you, Sylvester.

Blabbermouth.

I'm here to invite you to a

celebration in our village.

Tomorrow is the wedding

of Tom and Mary.

2 of my closest friends.

I know.

So put on your best smile,

set free your imagination,

and come with us to

mother goose village.

Sylvester?

All right, boys, open

the curtains!

Down in the square

in the mother goose

village square

all the people gather

when there's some

excitement in the air

see how they run

for they always have

lots of fun

exchanging bits

of gossip

and the news of everyone

come join the crowd

you'll be happy

and mighty proud

to be welcome

where so few outsiders

ever are allowed

you'll mingle

with the people

you'll meet

everybody there

down at

the village square

here comes bo-peep

who is never without

her sheep

there's Jack and Jill

who have tumbled down

the hill

come and meet the people

and see what's in the air

down at

the village square

Jack be nimble,

Jack be quick

do your trick

with a candlestick

simple Simon

met a pie-man

going to the fair

show us, Simon,

what the pie-man

demonstrated there

lemonade

let's have a lemonade

fill your cup

and join us

in the grand parade

be aware

tomorrow's big affair

is the wedding

in the garden glade

good neighbors,

soon we'll see

man and wife to be

dancing with each other

so contentedly

to youth and love

may neither ever fade

to Tom and Mary

drink a lemonade

Tom!

Mary!

Lemonade

let's have a lemonade

here's to all the bright

and lovely plans they've made

drink to life

their long

and happy life

while they face

the future unafraid

good neighbors,

here we see

groom and bride-to-be

beaming at each other

oh, so trustingly

may all their dreams

come true and never fade

to Tom and Mary

drink a lemonade

fie on you,

you frivolous fools.

Your tide

is at the surge.

Today you sing

a happy song.

Tomorrow...

A dirge!

Fah!

You see, unbeknownst to Mary,

she inherits scads of money

when she marries.

Thus it carries, that if I'm to

get my hands on Mary's money,

the person Mary marries must be me.

Not Tom, me.

I must do away

with Tom.

Gonzorgo!

Rodrigo!

Come, let us plot.

Ow!

Idiots!

Now, gentlemen, it is said

you'll do anything for money.

You see, your infamous

reputation is widespread.

Oh, thank you,

Mr. Barnaby.

Now make note while I

plan this little caper.

Mark this down.

Mark this down.

Item one... item one...

Kidnap Tom.

Kidnap Tom.

No, no, kidnap him.

Item 2...

Item 2...

Throw him in the sea.

Throw him in the sea.

No, no, just throw him

in the sea.

Item 3... item 3...

Mary's sheep. Hmm.

These sheep support her.

Somehow I must thwart her.

She's much too independent

with them.

Therefore,

she must be without them.

Steal the sheep.

Steal the sheep.

No, steal them.

A-a-anything else,

Mr. Barnaby?

That's all for now,

gentlemen, and, uh,

when this deed is through,

this tidy stipend is for you.

A pittance.

Preposterous.

This experience

should make us wiser.

We do not do business

with a miser.

Come, Rodrigo.

We are wasting

our time.

Behold,

my mercenary friends.

Does this satisfy

your greed?

Oh, indeed it does.

Indeed it does.

Gonzorgo, Rodrigo, let us scheme.

I embezzle

and I swindle

and I keep 2 sets

of books

and the income tax

collector

always gives me

dirty looks

now the thought

of Mary's money

has a very strong appeal

so underhandedly

I've planned

another shady deal

and I won't be happy

till I get it

unwittingly

some papers she will sign

she will never have

a hint

that in the finer print

her inheritance is mine,

all mine

we enjoy

committing mayhem

for a monetary gain

and we specialize

in crimes

which are

completely inhumane

now we're on our way

to steal some sheep

and drown the boy

at sea

and then directly

we'll collect

a very handsome fee

and we won't be happy

till we get it

in some lagoon, a body

soon will splash

we're eager to proceed

to do this evil deed

just as long

as we are paid in cash

we're an awful gruesome

threesome

and we're rotten

to the core

of the jobs we pull,

you'll see some

that will make you

hate us more

whether larceny

or murder

makes no difference

what the crime

we'll forge a check

or cut your neck

if we can make a dime

and we won't be happy

till we get it

oh, what a shame

they'll hate our name

in town

but what are we to do?

unhappily, it's true

we'll take anything

that's not nailed down

and we won't be happy

till we get it

Mary, Mary

quite contrary

how does

your garden grow?

with silver bells

and cockle shells

and pretty little maids

in a row

shh.

Did you bring

the mallet?

Good. Now remember, you hit him

on the head with the mallet,

and I'll put him in

the sack. Is that clear?

Not now.

He isn't

even here yet.

Now, we'll wait

until they...

Get ready.

Get ready!

Shh. Here they come.

I wonder if he'll try

to kiss her.

I've been dreaming

through the long,

lonely past

dreaming

I would find you

at last

locked in my arms

ever to stay

just a whisper away

now we're here, love

with that moment

in view

here, love

and it's all

coming true

all that

I've dreamed

day after day

just a whisper

away

all my love dreams

are at last

coming true

love dreams

binding me

close to you

locked in your arms

ever to stay

just a whisper away

time is near, love

when our lives

will entwine

dear love

soon you'll vow

to be mine

all that I've dreamed

day after day

just a whisper away

he's just trying

to bite her.

Come now, it isn't nice

to eavesdrop.

Time is near, love

when our lives

will entwine

dear love

soon you'll vow

to be mine

all that I've dreamed

day after day

just a whisper away

double-dealing,

double-crossing

this are things

that we adore

there are many types

of treachery

within our repertoire

now we're on our way

to take young Tom

and throw him in the sea

and then directly

we'll collect

a very handsome fee

and we won't be happy

till we get...

Look, Rodrigo, a gypsy camp.

Gypsies, eh?

I've heard it said

that gypsies buy babies.

I wonder

if they'd be interested

in purchasing

this fine, strapping youth.

Rodrigo, I have an idea.

Why don't we sell Tom

to the gypsies,

and that way, collect

for him twice, understand?

Listen, Barnaby is paying

us to get rid of Tom.

But if, instead of

throwing Tom into the sea,

we sell him to the gypsies,

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