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we'll be paid for him again.

Once by Barnaby and

once by the gypsies.

Can't you see that?

Right!

Now, this young man

could fetch a fancy price

why throw him

in the sea?

we'll trick old Barnaby

and we'll find ourselves

collecting twice

to the gypsies!

We won't be happy

till we get it

no, we won't be happy

till we get it

yes, we won't be happy

till we get it

no, we won't be happy

till we get it

Mother Goose, will Tom

admire me in this gown?

Land sakes, child,

he'll just adore you.

I think it's

beau-tiful!

What if it rains?

But it's a bright,

sunny day!

Suppose Tom forgets

the ring.

Oh, now Mary,

don't be funny.

Well, it could happen,

you know.

A friend of mine was get...

Hush, Sylvester.

I hadn't finished.

Sorry.

Hand me a pin,

Sylvester.

Thank you.

Now, let's see.

There's something

borrowed, something blue.

Uh-oh.

Good day, friends.

And here's something

old and ugly, too.

Ah, what

a charming bride.

The sweetest and the

loveliest I have ever seen.

Why, that oily...

Hush, Sylvester.

Thank you, Mr. Barnaby.

May I offer you

my best wishes

for your future

happiness and joy?

You miserable, miserly...

Sylvester, no.

For lunch, I had roast goose!

Aah!

That's the way

we lost mother.

Would you please

excuse us?

We have

so much to do.

Ah, yes, of course.

The preparations for the wedding, and...

Oh, what's that?

Come on!

Some small

excitement.

This is

Mary's cottage, sir.

Oh, thank you,

my dear fellow.

Rodrigo, take care

of this lad.

No, no, don't hit him, tip him.

Oh, thank you.

My word, 2 shipwrecked sailors.

Sailors?

Whatever are

they doing here?

I... I can't imagine.

Now remember,

we are sup...

My friend and I

would like to know,

are you miss Mary

quite contrary?

Yes, sir, I am she.

Well, uh...

We don't know how to tell

you this, miss Mary.

No, we don't know how to

tell you this at all.

We were 20 leagues

at sea.

It was calm as it could be,

when out of the north,

there came

a sudden squall.

He was standing at the

wheel, he was, miss Mary,

and across the deck,

the mighty ocean roared.

Then the mizzen broke and fell,

and we heard the fellow yell

as it bashed him down

and swept him overboard.

Slowly, slowly

he sank into the sea

though we tried

to save him

he sank into the sea

but who, sir?

Who sank?

Oh, it was Tom, ma'am.

Tom sank.

Tom sank?

Tom sank?

Who's Tom sank?

What preposterous rumor

are you spreading, sailor?

Go on your way!

Unless...

You have some evidence?

Some proof of what you say?

Oh, yes, sir.

What proof

do you have?

We are bringing you

his personal belongings,

and in his hat we found

this soggy note.

Though the salty ocean spray

somehow washed the words away,

I'll see if I can't

decipher what he wrote.

"Darling Mary", he begins

, or is that "dearest"?

Yes, that's the term

he uses, we agree.

Now, the boy goes on

to tell

how he hopes

this finds you well.

It's too bad he slowly

sank into the sea.

Slowly, slowly

he sank into the sea

with no life preserver

he sank into the sea

but this was to be

our wedding day.

Why would Tom

be at sea?

Does this letter offer

some explanation?

I presume

he's written more.

Oh, yes, sir.

"I am poor", the letter reads,

"and can't support you,

"and it's best I sail

away "and set you free.

"Noble lady that you are,

"you'd be better off by far,

if you were to marry

wealthy Barnaby."

We advise you to forget

him now, miss Mary.

Our condolences to you,

we do extend.

But we'll blame you not,

my dear,

if you care

to shed a tear,

for the way he met

his most untimely end.

Slowly, slowly

he sank into the sea

to the very bottom

he sank into the sea

how about that?

Oh, my poor,

brave Tom.

Sacrificing his life for my welfare.

Ohh!

Oh, poor Mary.

Come, children,

in the house.

Sylvester:
There's

something fishy about this!

Hush, Sylvester.

Sylvester:
Well, I wouldn't

trust either one of them.

The fat one or the idiot.

Well done, boys.

Now for item 3.

Item 3,

steal the sheep.

On your way.

Gentle Mary, so grief-stricken

and remorseful.

Oh, to see you thus

is more than I can bear.

Erase your sorrow now.

Be resourceful

for yourself

and those poor children

in your care.

Take advantage, my dear,

of my infatuation!

May I point out you are

deeply in my debt?

I could seize your home

through legal confiscation!

Oh, I do hope you don't

take that as a threat.

Feast your eyes upon my

mansion, tall and stately,

and imagine it a castle,

dear, in Spain.

Come, my love.

For I'd admire it greatly

that you be my queen

and live in my domain!

No!

In our castle in Spain

you'll be living

rent-free

every capital gain

you'll share with me

from this

village below

every cent

we will drain

and our fortune

will grow

in our castle

in Spain

every mortgage and lease

I will re-valuate

and for you

I'll increase

their interest rate

you'll eat nothing

but cake

you'll drink naught

but champagne

you'll be in

on the take

in our castle

in Spain

surely

you must agree

that it makes

your head whirl

to be marrying me

you lucky girl

you have caught me

today

in a generous vein

come now,

what do you say

to our castle in...

Spain?

No.

No?

No, thank you,

Mr. Barnaby.

I don't want

your castle.

I'd never marry just

for wealth alone.

And even though Tom may be

gone, his memory I'll keep.

I'm sure that we can carry on

with the income from our sheep.

Your sheep?

Yes, of course.

Our sheep.

My sheep! My sheep!

Our sheep!

Bo-peep, what's

the matter, darling?

Our sheep,

they're lost.

Oh, no.

They can't be lost.

Have you looked

in the fields?

Did you search

the hills?

Yes, I've searched

everywhere.

My sheep are gone

for good

there goes

our livelihood

I'm sure my poor

sweet fleecy things

would come home

if they could

but they are lost

you see

as lost

as lost can be

and I must weep

because my sheep

cannot return

to me

no, oh, no, they're

not gone for good

yes, oh, yes,

they are gone for good

oh, no.

Oh, yes.

Oh, no

oh, yes!

Never mind, bo-peep

we will find your sheep

wherever they may roam

dry your tears,

bo-peep

have no fears,

bo-peep

very soon,

your sheep will be home

for a while, bo-peep,

try to smile, bo-peep

and keep this fact

in mind

when they're ready to

they'll come home

to you

wagging their tails

behind

bo-peep!

Bo-peep!

Bo-peep!

What is it, Bobby?

I know where

the sheep are.

You do?

Yes. I followed their tracks,

and you know where they led to?

Where?

To the forest

of no return.

The forest

of no return?

The forest

of no return?

Oh!

Well, thank you

anyway, Bobby.

I think it's a slick

trick, a rotten plot!

Miss Mary.

Yes, Mr. Barnaby?

Remember my offer.

I'll be awaiting your decision...

My dear.

Oh!

Now she'll have to reconsider...

Yes, even this very night.

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