Babes in Toyland Page #3

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.

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