Oh come, come, my dear. I offering far more than the place is worth. Even you father Could have seen that.
Mr. Barnaby, the factory is not for sale. Papa build this factory. Without it there wouldn't be any toyland.
Hmm, how true. Which makes the thought of the old factory closing down, dovelly destressing, doesn't it.
Why would we close down?
No toy orders from Santa Claus. It's all over toyland, that Tom Piper never returned from the North Pole. I even heard the goblins had him for dinner.
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Music by Victor Herbert
Original Lyrics by Glen MacDonough
New Lyrics by Edward Bradley and Don Wilson
Additional lyrics by Toby Bluth
Arranged by Mark Waters
Performed by Charles Nelson Reilly See more