NOW, JUST PUT YOUR MONEY AWAY.

I'M GOING TO TRY THIS STUFF,
DREAMY SLEEPY NIGHTIE SNOOZY SNOOZE.

YOU'RE RIGHT THERE.

I HAVEN'T WRITTEN THIS DOWN
BECAUSE IT COMES FROM THE HEART.

- DO YOU REMEMBER THAT?
- YES, YES.

A NICE, QUIET, NORMAL,
EVERYDAY CHRISTMAS.

UM, WILL WE DO THE LYRICS FIRST
OR WILL WE DO THE MUSIC?

UH?

NO, THE BIG CAT THING!

- THANKS AGAIN FOR THE LIFT, TOM.
- NO PROBLEM.

CRILLY, WHERE IS MY CLOAK?

YOU WOULDN'T HAVE THE NUMBER
OF A FATHER DICK BYRNE?

LOOK AT THIS ONE! DOESN'T HE LOOK
LIKE THAT FELLA, HARVEY K EITEL?

DOCTOR!

- WHAT'LL WE DO?
- DID YOU PRESS THE EMERGENCY BUTTON?

HELLO, LEN.

RIGHT, I'LL CALL DR SINNOTT,

YES. IT'S A BRAN-BASED
ALCOHOLIC CHOCOLATE SLEEPING AID.

YEAH. THAT'S A DUSTBIN, MRS DOYLE.

WE MUST HAVE EVERY ALBUM
YOU EVER MADE.

- YOUR GRACE?
- UH...

THEY INVENTED GAYNESS!

NOW, DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD, RIGHT?

BUT IT'S A TERRIBLE TUNE. IT'S JUST
THE SAME NOTE OVER AND OVER AGAIN.