| Entrance
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| A smile is the way that you welcome the day, Sing Heigh, Ho! Come to the fair. The children are playing so merry and gay, Heigh! Ho! Come to the fair! All the teeth in your head are as clean as can be! Shiny and sharpened so pretty to see, So breathe in the happy gas little ones all, And fly you away on a goose wing. And laugh 'till your reason just fritters away, With a heigh, ho, come to the fair! The geeses are honking the song that you know, Heigh, Ho! Come to the fair! Their wings are all beating, away let us go, Heigh, Ho! Come to the fair! There'll be racing and chasing though endless night, And drilling and filling and fixing your bite, Soon you'll feel nothing, girls and boys, In the chair where my daddy is working. So lock up your parents and leave them behind, And heigh, ho! Come to the fair!
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Look at that smile. We're so happy.
Not all of us. I see some grumpy gooses.
We can't have that, can we, Doctor Daddy? We'll just have to peel those frownies off and make some adjustments.
Come in, join the party! We're all going to have such fun.
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| (Humming)
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| Reagents entering Root Canal
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You can't have joy in your heart without a smile. And for a smile you need a...
Fuck yourself and die screaming, Phyllis.
You need a mouth, Doctor Daddy. And for a mouth, you need a face. Look at that pretty face.
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Hey. Who invited you into my daughter's tunnel?
Oh, everybody's invited in, Doctor Daddy. It's a place so wonderful, nobody ever thought to leave.
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| ...so pretty. ...just having teeth is a reason to smile. ...nice men in white coats will see what a thorough job I'm doing. ...all the electroshock I'll need. Hmm. ...mother's little helper. ...on the TV. Not even a person anymore. But a song. Looping in the heads of children, like butterflies and fairytales. Who could tell me no?
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| Draining Water Supply
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| If you can't play nice, you don't get to play at all.
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| I think Mother needs to give somebody a time out.
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| I'm shutting this down right now. I won't let you hurt my precious children.
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| There! Maybe now you'll have a moment to consider what good behavior is.
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| All high and dry. You moose-eyed chomos are fucked now, aren't you?
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| Chafes a bit when the tunnel of love dries up, don't it.
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| Patrolling the Pipes
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| There's rats in my plumbing.
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Daddy fixed the pipes just as right as a real plumber.
Daddy's plugged a few pipes in his time.
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| The Root Canal will remain closed until Mother says so.
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| Why would they want to hurt the children, Daddy? ( 2 )
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Maybe it was a mistake? What if they didn't know how dangerous the Root Canal is?
Does it matter, Phyllis?
Why... No. No, I guess it doesn't. Nothing's more important than the children.
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| (Humming)
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| That's dangerous.
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| Mother said you may not.
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| Don't you dare.
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| Filthy little bed-wetters.
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| Always making a mess.
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| You're going to get everything all wet.
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| Chase during the pipes section
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| Get out of here! The ride is closed.
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| I won't let you hurt the children.
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| Hello, fishy.
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| Come to daddy.
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Phyllis!
I see them.
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| You're going to leave my children alone.
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| After Reagents raised all the pipes
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Daddy, they jammed the pipes.
I'll jam their pipes.
We have to save the children.
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Phyllis you clumsy bitch. If you weren'ts so slow, I swear to God...
You don't talk to me like that, Daddy.
If they wanna get wet I'll show them wet.
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Oh god, they're going to hurt those innocent little children. ( 2 )
Not yet, Phyllis. We have to try.
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| I tried. I really tried, Daddy. We can... We can still save the children.
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| God damnit, Phyllis. They're going to grind those children to chuck. Is that what you want, you sputtering cow?
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| No. No. We have to stop them before they get to the drill. Daddy. Daddy, do you hear me? They're going to hurt the children.
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| Witnesses children about to push into the grinder
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| No! No, no, no. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my little darlings. ( 2 )
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Oh god. Oh my god. Why would you...
Shhh. There we go. We'll hurt them for this Phyllis. I promise.
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| Oh my god! My god! How could anybody... My children. My babies.
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It keeps happening. I try and I try and... My poor little...
Don't think about it, Phyllis, just...
I'm going to do something bad, Daddy.
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| How dare you. You actually... Me and my Daddy are not happy with you.
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| How... How could you...
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| You're gonna die juicy for this, you fucks.
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| After grinding the children
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| THEY WERE GOOD CHILDREN!
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| YOU HURT MY BABIES
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You thinks it's funny hurtin' kids?
Punish them, Daddy.
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| You've been bad children.
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| Daddy, they hurt the children.
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Phyllis, dids you see what they did?
I want to hurt them, Daddy.
Then let's hurt them.
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| (Screaming)
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| YOU DON'T HURT MY CHILDREN!
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| KILL THEM! KILL THEM ALL!
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| DADDY WANTS A TASTE!
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| MY BABIES!
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| I JUST WANTED MY BABIES!
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| I only wanted to keep my babies safe.
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| Find them. Find them find them find them.
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You stupid cow. You let them hurt the children.
I tried, Daddy. I promise I tried.
Put me in their hearts, Phyllis.
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| You perverted murderous fucks. Who would hurt a child?
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| You killed my babies.
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| FUCK YOU!
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| I'll kill you!
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| Bad!
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| Baby killer!
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| Murderer!
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| No! NO!
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| I'm sorry. I'm so sorry my little darlings.
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Oh god. Oh my god.
We'll hurt them for this Phyllis. I promise.
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| The children. They're just...
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| (Agonized screaming) ( 2 ) ( 3 ) ( 4 )
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| I'll kill you! I'll fucking kill the lot of you!
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| You're gonna die juicy for this, you fucks.
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