The Omnipotence of Dreams Page #4

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Well,

it's a rather lengthy tale.

I don't think we're

going anywhere real soon.

(lightning cracks)

(train whistle blows)

(fly buzzes)

(train whistle blows)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

(piano music)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

(piano music)

(train whistle blows)

(piano music)

My father was a wizard on Wall Street.

My mother, an angel.

(distorted music)

I wanted for nothing and I was to attend

only the best schools,

but then came the crash.

(piano music)

(car honks)

(dogs bark)

(horse whinnies)

Like many others, we lost everything.

(piano music)

(sighs) As you might imagine,

father didn't take things well.

(somber piano music)

(orchestral music)

(car honks)

(car engine rattles)

Soon, mother and I were out on the street.

She found work scrubbing floors

in a manufacturing building.

They let us live in a supply

closet under the stairs,

but that didn't last long.

On my 10th birthday,

she saved enough pennies

to get me a cake.

Happy birthday, Murphy!

Even that didn't go well.

(suspenseful music)

(loud thud)

(loud crash)

(dramatic music)

(loud explosion)

(loud crash)

(suspenseful music)

(loud explosion)

(suspenseful music)

(loud crash)

(suspenseful music)

I barely got out,

but mother, well, I only pray

that she didn't suffer.

You see, boys, that's

the kind of hard luck

that follows me.

A 10-year-old-boy attempts

to blow out the candles

on this birthday cake (laughs)

and ends up blowing up four city blocks.

For you see, the manufacturing

facility where we resided

was a dynamite factory.

Why would they have a dynamite factory

in the middle of a city?

Well, government

regulations weren't quite

so strict in the old days.

- Government regulation?

- Government regulations?

(orchestral and piano music)

So there I was, no

mother, no father, no home.

All alone in the world.

Depressed, dejected, and wondering

what was to become of me.

I was picked up by the

authorities and placed

at Madame Babushka's

Home for Hapless Tykes.

(thunder rumbles)

It should have been named

Madame Babushka's Home

for Free Labor.

(water drips)

(thunder rumbles)

The place was run by an old

bat by the name of Babushka,

Madame Babushka.

She had immigrated from Yugochechnya

after the revolution and

started the orphanage.

She was always on my back.

Murphy, clean the floor!

Murphy, clean the toilets!

But I probably should have been thankful.

A roof over my head.

(water drips)

Three squares a day.

And the adoption process was a crapshoot.

Some kids were adopted by good families

and some weren't as fortunate.

(thunder rumbles)

(somber organ music)

(lightning cracks)

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