Toys

(key cranks in wind

Yeah.

("Winter Reveries" from Tchaikovsky's Symphony No. 1 plays)

* If I cannot bring you comfort *

* Then at least I bring you hope *

* For nothing is more precious *

* Than the time we have, and so *

* We all must learn from small misfortune *

* Count the blessings that are real *

* Let the bells ring out for Christmas *

* At the closing of the year *

* Let the bells ring out for Christmas *

* At the closing of the year *

* If I cannot bring you comfort *

* Then at least I bring you hope *

* At the closing of the year *

* At the closing of the year *

* At the closing of the year *

General Zevo, I'm Owen Owens.

I'm sorry for the note of urgency in the telegram,

but we don't think he has much longer.

Actually, of course, he shouldn't even be here today.

But you know your brother. The factory's his life.

What's the status on Kenneth's condition?

He could go at any time.

Is that confirmed,

or is that just scuttlebutt?

Oh, no. The doctors are in agreement.

It's imminent.

It was a heartbreaking decision to make,

but I had no choice.

I'd always planned to turn the reins of the business over

to my son, Les,

or even my daughter, Alsatia, but...

he's just not prepared at this time

for that kind of responsibility.

And she's, well...

That's why I wanted to see you before I die.

I have a proposal to make.

I know you were always Father's favorite.

You followed in his footsteps,

and I didn't.

But I made this company what it is today,

and I'm proud of that fact.

And I'm not about to let it die with me.

I want you to take over the presidency of Zevo Toys.

And give up the military?

Yes.

I know you haven't been happy since Vietnam.

They gave it away, Kenneth.

Let's face it, Leland.

Your glory days are over.

Your Great War is never going to come.

It would be a shame to let

your leadership qualities go to waste.

You want me to give up my commission

and step into your shoes?

It would be well worth your while.

But more importantly, it's a new challenge, Leland.

A chance for you to be your own man

for once in your life,

a place to be appreciated.

What do you think?

Total control of the company?

What about Alsatia and Leslie?

Well, I'd like them to remain with the company.

They love it. It's their world.

And I hope one day, with your help,

Leslie will be able to succeed you

when you retire.

You see, he just doesn't have the ambition to...

Oh, dear.

I'll call the paramedics, sir.

Dorothy, call the paramedics,

quickly.

What's going on here? Are you all right, Kenny?

It's his heart.

After his operation last year, he hooked up his beanie propeller

to his pacemaker.

It's sort of an early-warning signal.

It's whimsical, Leland.

Medic!

Kenneth,

I beg you to reconsider your decision.

Owens, my brother holds the key,

the key to Leslie finally growing up.

Kenneth, it's such a terrible risk to take.

I mean, your son is such a...

uh...

A flake.

Yeah.

I know.

So am I.

Leslie,

Alsatia. Ready?

-Are you finished tidying up? -Yeah.

The limousine's waiting.

I'd rather drive Dad's car,

if you don't mind, Owen.

And so, this gentle man

goes to his final rest

leaving behind him

a legacy of innocence and laughter.

When the child of today

becomes the peace-loving citizen of tomorrow,

he will be partially indebted

to this great man.

And yet, when I say "man,"

I mean in body only,

for he was the eternal child

-in all of us. -Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

The sorrow that we feel...

Ha ha ha ha ha!

The sor-- the sorrow that we f-feel...

The sorrow that we feel,

however...

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Good one, Dad.

The sorrow that we feel

is tempered, however,

in the knowledge that angels somewhere

are trumpeting this man's tin horns.

"Tin horns." I like that.

Tin horns are fun.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Don't you think we should take out the "barrel of laughs"?

No, Owen. Dad would want us to leave it.

The batteries will run out in a few hours.

I just love that-- "tin horns."

It just stays with me.

I know what you mean.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

Owens.

Yes, sir.

I want a complete tour of the factory

first thing in the morning.

Yes, sir.

* Laughin' at the smoke from a factory chimney *

* Marching to the beat of a heart within me *

* Hey ho, hey ho

* We're off to work again *

* Bells are ringing

* We are singing

* Joyous in our industry

* I love my job

* He loves his job

* Pull the lever

* Start the engine

* Pump the water

* Build the pressure

* Push the piston

* Press the button

* Pump the water

* Build the pressure

* Push the piston

* Press the button

* It's the perfect job

* Happy workers

* Happy workers

* Yes, happy workers

* Yeah, happy workers

"Big Ears." Take three.

These ears are so big, we're gonna have a legal problem with Disney.

I think you look like Fievel.

Thank you.

I think maybe a little ornamentation,

an earring or something to bring attention,

-if these people are missing it. -That's very interesting.

Are we making fun of people with big ears here?

We're making fun of people with small heads.

Either way, we're gonna get letters from the royal family.

I think it's not good.

Can we make the fingernails filthier?

That's a nice point.

It's too shiny.

I have General Zevo with me.

Great. We're just watching some of the novelty tests right now. Care to join us?

No.

"Doggie Doo Test." Take eight.

Oh! Bad dog! Bad!

Do you have any newspaper or anything?

Any newspaper or something to get that with?

I shouldn't leave that in a food store.

That's very good.

A sweater on a leash, and then the poop dispenser.

Maybe crap in a can.

That's it!

Or a bath product-- sham-poop.

Do people really want to take poop in the tub with them?

Only if it floats.

Well, we've all done it.

This is not a shared experience.

They get paid for this?

He's just wondering if something's wrong with this, though.

What the--

Oh, it's Alsatia.

She likes to wear clip-on clothing and dolls' wigs to work.

She insists on trying everything out on herself first.