Babes in Toyland Page #3

Well done, gentlemen.

Not now!

Tomorrow,

when the swelling goes down.

Be in my attic

when the bank opens.

Don't worry about

anything.

Just try to get

some sleep.

Everything's going

to be all right.

Come on.

Get into bed now.

What's the matter,

darling?

I'm so sorry I lost the sheep,

and I know it's my fault.

Don't worry

about the sheep.

They'll find

their way home.

You'll see. Come on...

Get under the covers.

Good night, children.

Good night, Mary.

Shh.

Bills, bills, bills.

The price of milk

and eggs and bread

is rising every day

now with our bankbook

in the red

these bills

are hard to pay

if we stop buying

chocolate cake

and lived on

green string beans

exactly how much

would it take

to live within

our means?

put down beans

and cross out cake

let me see,

oh, dear me

what a job

to undertake

milk plus bread,

oh, my head

add, subtract,

and multiply

till you're overcome

this is much

too hard for us

we can't do the sum

the stove and rugs

and furniture

will soon be

repossessed

this makes me feel

quite insecure

and mentally depressed

would we be

better off somehow

by living in a tent?

how can I pay

the mortgage now

and save

the 6 percent?

picture us

inside a tent

beastly poor, insecure

we must save

the 6 percent

6 times x, how complex

numbers always

stick our brain

why are we so dumb?

this is much

too hard for us

we can't do the sum

I'm not a great

financial whiz

of that

there is no doubt

the outcome

of our income is

our income's

all gone out

if we walk

on our hands with care

instead of on our feet

would what we save

on shoe repair

suffice

to make ends meet?

walking on our hands

with care

off our feet,

make ends meet

saving on

our shoe repair

leaving holes

in our soles

what should we

be adding to

or subtracting from?

this is much

too hard for me

I can't do the sum

looks like

there's no hope for me

I can't get

out of debt

if I marry Barnaby

that's the end,

why pretend?

am I doing right

or wrong?

my heart feels so numb

no use trying anymore

I can't

do

the sum

she just can't marry

that nasty old Barnaby!

She mustn't! She can't!

Say, if we go and find the

sheep and bring them home,

then she won't have to

marry Barnaby.

But the sheep are in

the forest of no return!

What's the matter?

You scared?

No!

No!

All right,

then let's go!

Hear ye, hear ye.

A meeting of the town!

Hear ye, hear ye!

All assemble!

All assemble!

An important

announcement!

Hear ye, hear ye!

A meeting of the town.

Hear ye, hear ye!

All assemble.

Friends.

You are gazing

at a happy man.

If he's happy,

I'm a chicken.

Shh!

I'm about to take

a bride.

Tomorrow, this little lady

will become Mrs. Barnaby!

Mary?!

I'm sure

we'll both be happy.

Will we not,

my sweet?

Oh!

Poor Mary.

Ooh, I'd like

to belt him!

Shh, Sylvester!

To sing and dance

and entertain you,

I have hired

a band of gypsies.

I'm sure they'll brighten

up this happy occasion.

And...

Ah, here they come!

Gypsies,

we are the gypsies

and we are here today

and gone tomorrow

cheerful,

we're always cheerful

our life is nothing

but a happy song

Rodrigo, you realize these are

the same gypsies we sold Tom to?

Shouldn't you be

smiling, my dear?

A wandering vagrant am I

a product of sheriffs'

evictions

a gypsy by birth

I have roamed

half the earth

telling fortunes

and making predictions

my skill

is a magical art

I'm not just

the usual swami

I don't entertain

with fake legerdemain

and my breath

doesn't reek

of salami

floretta, floretta

the gypsy is here

in telling your fortune

she's made a career

your past and your future

she quickly can see

she knows all

that has been

and what is to be

floretta, floretta

of brilliant renown

it is your good fortune

that she is in town

the past

and the future

I quickly can see

one glance

at your palm

and it's all known

to me

ah!

Come forward,

my lovely young maid

your name, as I make out

is Mary

I see in your palm

you are lonesome

for Tom

crying over

his o-bit-u-ary

but your darling Tom

is alive!

What?

What?!

Yes!

And I can see

much love

and laughter

this line of your life

shows that

you'll be Tom's wife

and forever live

happily

aaaaaaf-ter

floretta,

floretta of brilliant renown

it's Mary's good fortune

that she is in town

her past and her future

she quickly can see

she knows all

that has been

and what is to be

now, this is

the palm of a cad

a sly reprobate

and a mean one

corrupt and malicious

conniving and vicious

a scoundrel

if ever I seen one

he seeks a young maid

for his wife

while plotting

her sweetheart's

abduuuuc-tion

the crimes

he's involved in

will one day be solved

and result in his

utter destruction

floretta, floretta

of brilliant renown

old Barnaby's sorry

that she came to town

observe now,

dear friends

and please

try to stay calm

good-bye to floretta

and hello

to Tom

tom!

... Tom

hide!

Come on,

come on!

Come on!

Going somewhere, boys?

No.

No.

Where are you, sheep?

Here, sheep.

Where are you,

sheep?

Here, sheep.

Here, sheep.

Here, sheep!

Come on, sheep.

Where are ya?

Here, sheep.

Come on, sheep.

Come on, sheep.

Come on, sheep.

We're lookin'

for ya.

Here, sheep.

Where are you?

Here, sheep.

Come on.

Here, sheep.

Where are you?

Here, sheep. Where

are you, sheep?

Look, Mary.

A note.

"Dear sister Mary,

please do not marry.

"Let that old

Barnaby burn.

"We've gone with bo-peep

to look for the sheep

in the forest

of no return"!

Forest of no return?

Oh, those poor children

in that dreadful forest!

We must go after

them at once.

I hope

we're still in time!

Now, gentlemen, you insidious idiots!

You stumbling fumblers!

I don't mind a double-cross

and I don't mind a triple-cross,

but see that you execute

no quadruple-cross,

for this, to me,

is insincerity.

Now... this time

I want no mistakes.

I want Tom disposed of!

As for Mary...

Leave her fate to me.

Come, let us pussyfoot.

Here, sheep.

Please come home.

Here, sheep.

Here, sheep.

Where are you?

Please, sheep,

come here.

Please come home.

Here, sheep.

Here, sheep.

Sheep... sheep...

Here, sheep!

Hey!

Say!

Can't you read,

can't you see?

this is private property

aren't the signs

plain and clear?

no one

is allowed in here

but since you're here,

you should know

we will never

let you go

you can cry,

you can shout

but you can't

get out

this is the forest

of no return

this is the forest

of no return

those who stumble in

those who fumble in

never can get out

we have

come seeking sheep

now, alas,

you're in too deep

we don't mean

any harm

you have caused us

great alarm

then we'll be off,

on our way

sorry, but you'll

have to stay

we will cry,

we will shout

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