Babes in Toyland Page #4

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

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