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Previously on the Devil's
Carnival.

Hah!

Your guests have arrived, sir.

I know.

There are three acts scheduled
for tonight's performance.

What is this place?

Where are we?

My son, he's he's he's lost,
try to just...

Excuse me. You'll
have to wait your turn.

There are rules.

Did you see what those animals
did to me?

Yes, they can be so cruel.

Who are you?

I am the excuse you give, when
you cannot follow the rules.

Stories often outlive their
authors, John.

Especially the good ones.

You let, one of them go, sire?

It would appear so.

To heaven?

The rules.

My friend, the rules are
changing.

We are putting Heaven out of
business.

Get ready for war.

All condemned souls, step to
the tracks.

All aboard, all aboard!

Next stop, Heaven!

� Again!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Break the lion, catch his tail

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Black tracks, black crows

� Feeding on the face of a
dear abandoned

boy

� Fighting for a taste with
the flies

� Black chains, black spikes

� Hammering the steel in
wounds of shit and mud

� Scabbing into railroad ties

� Four then twenty blackbirds fall

� where metal moans

� and gandys curse

� Pitch and flail beneath the mauls

� Strike the furnace, raze the hearse

� Again!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, then with bone

� Break the lion, catch his
tail

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, then with
bone

� Heave on, heave on

� Cast of this skin, fat to
the feast

� With each crumb that's
offered, another mouth springs

� Surrender your wool and your
kin to the beast

� Heave on, heave on

� Down the throat of a alle-
Alleluia!

� Spoiled and empty God!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� Alleluia

� Coal and fire to the whale

� Alleluia

� Break the lion, catch his
tail

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, Alleluia

� Coal and fire to the whale

� Alleluia, hahaha Alleluia

� Break the lion, catch his
tail

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Alleluia, Alleluia ha ha
Alleluia!

� Pry the belly, hook and nail

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Coal and fire to the whale

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Break the lion, catch his
tail

� First with shovel, now with
bone

� Little lambs tied to the rail

� Again!

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always Alleluia, Alleluia

� Alleluia, Alleluia,
Alleluia, Alleluia,

� Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia!

Ugh, God.

Ugh, gah!

Get in here!

You rang?

Look at this mess!

Yes.

Leave it!

Yes.

Who does Lucifer think he is?

What did you say, Lucifer,
don't you say

that name here.

Forgive me.

They're sending back trains
full of your condemned.

More and more every day.

What I meant to say is, what
is Hell thinking?

I don't care about that, do
you understand?

Look at my concentration, it's
wrecked!

There was a rhythm to creation.

You would think this all
happens it just

grows on the trees that I've
created?

How can I help?

You can't, but you can pack.

Where are you going?

Not me, you.

Sir?

You're going to Hell!

Listen to me, the Morning Star
is trying to annoy me.

He thinks he can upset my
perfect balance.

He's playing his damn music
loud down there!

Like an impudent teenager.

Yes, we've all heard, it's
dreadful!

He thinks he can use those
trespassers from below

to send seeds of doubt up
here and infect us all.

It is ridiculous!

I need you to put this idiocy to bed!

Sir, perhaps somebody else
that would be

better suited for this crusade.

Someone with an art for
navigating the profane.

A beast of prey, perhaps?

Or one of the animal sentinels?

You leave tomorrow.

And you make short work of this,

and you tell that fucking
creature down there

who is in charge!

Do you understand?

Huh?

Are we clear?

As a trolley bell.

Go!

And you down there, Prince of
Darkness,

you are the Prince of Shit.

I am the master of all of
creation!

� Six hundred, sixty-six

� Six hundred, sixty-six

More railroad spikes?

More trains.

Enough, with the trains.

We need to make our arms ready.

I have orders.

And now, you have new orders.

Weapons, lots of weapons.

Hey!

Pace yourself, Mr. Bunny,

pace yourself!

Ooh oh oh oh oh

Hey.

Tune yourselves!

Rock'n Roll

We have a problem.

Where did you put my jewel?

This is ridiculous, what's
going on in here?

Give me your flipper.

Why don't you take your little
stick and dangle?

You heard him, Mackenzie!

OUTSIDE CROWD: � Alleluia!
Alleluia!

Leave us!

OUTSIDE CROWD: � Alleluia!
Alleluia! Alleluia! Alleluia!

Miss Merrywood, you've been a
bad girl.

Those mutts outside are going
to make your

time here very unpleasant.

I can't stop them.

But, if you're square with me,
I might be

able to buy you some time.

And with time, who knows?

You found your way here, right?

What can you tell me about
this?

That?

Well, I don't know, I've never
seen it...

I don't have time to dicker!

I'm giving you an opportunity!

Tell me how you found this before
I hand you back over to them.

Sorry, I'm a bit punchy.

See if any of this jogs your
noodle.

Welcome to Heaven.

Enter, faithless and unclean.

Begging your indulgence, sire,
but we need

to start preparing.

Heaven is not gonna take
lightly to us

sending back all these
disallowed souls.

He is going to react.

Yes.

The carnies aren't ready for this.

They're drunk, insolent,

completely reckless!

Speak of Devils and they do
appear.

Will you excuse us?

We have important matters to
discuss.

Yes.

We'll call you whenever we
need...

No.

Will you excuse us?

We have important matters to
discuss.

Oh, Yes.

I'll just be outside,
awaiting instructions.

I know.

Yes?

Heading somewhere?

I'm in a bit of a dash.

What's the buzz?

Tell me what's happening.

I'm sure you're aware of
today's

interruption from below?

Third one this week.

This trespasser, John, was
only the beginning.

Yes.

Orders on how to spin this?

No.

I was thinking radio and media
should

run ads to keep the plugs distracted.

Something from the archives.

Something nostalgic,
devotional, maybe even...

themes of unity.

The author will be handling
this privately.

Of course!

Um, any mandates?

Just stick to your regular
razz.

That's solid murder, buddy G!

Well, ain't she a daisy?

Making her way through the
strays.

You recognize any of them
croakers?

I told you she don't know from
nothing.

And she's giving us the high
hat.

Ya heard it?

I heard it.

No, no!

No, please don't.

Don't touch me with that thing.

Don't!

No, stop it!

Oh we'll translate her.

She'll talk.

They all talk!

No!

Silence.

The perfect expression of
contempt!

I'm starting a war.

With God, that divine
pretender.

And we are going to
trample his almighty ass.

That is why I've summoned you
here.

But first, I've selected
a story for the occasion.

Let us remember the past so
that we may

better destroy the future.

Long, long ago, lived a high
and famous King,

who lived in a castle and
possessed a great many pets.

Greeting, applicants.

Your own creator welcomes you
to Heavenly

Productions Incorporated,
established in

the beginning.

Heavenly Productions is
devoted to virtuous

entertainment that seizes the
soul

and redeems the mind.

For immaculate moving
pictures, timeless

tales of truth and hymns of old.

We uplift the Kingdom,
and are of the faithful.

My numbered flock will see you
though your orientation.

Embalmed, in blood, always.

� Alleluia

Hey, look, they're doing the
Ark!

All aboard, applicants!

Welcome to Heavenly
Productions Incorporated!

By now you have received your
unnumbered armbands,

but it's up to you to
keep those numbers.

So, keep those wings snug and straight!

As applicants, you have made
the first cut.

But if you don't stay on your
tippy-toes,

we will make the next one!

Snip, snip!

Hahahaha!

There are seven divisions of
labor here at

Heavenly Productions
Incorporated, and we

are classified by our jobs and
our numbers,

just like on Noah's Ark.

Always aloof.

� All aboard!

� Heavenly, Heavenly

� Heavenly

� Productions!

Bringing you the latest word
on the Word

from the crack of doodle

to the closing trolley.

� All aboard! All aboard!

� Noah said all aboard!

� Back in those bygone days

� We had this little rag

� We'd flood our hearts with
praise

� Cut on the deck and wag

� It's coming back, the craze

� For every doe and stag

� Everybody's doing the Ark

� You get your haunch in line

� And fold those palm, one, two

� Oh, what an angel zoo!

� Everybody's doing the Ark!

� Heaven

� Heaven

� Oh, the animals promenade by
the station

� O'er the timbers, o'er the
air

� They'll be whooping it up
like cranes

� In holy hymns and pet
refrains

� Through the channel on the
waves

� All aboard! All aboard!

� Noah said all aboard!

� The chosen filed in pairs

� A-buzzing at the docks

� Holding up their fares

� Parasols and socks

� Trotting up the stairs

� What a gay old flock

� Everybody's doing the Ark

June!

Cora!

You were selected, too?

I got an audition.

Oh, isn't it like everything
you dreamed it would be?

I'm so nervous.

I could use a drink.

Water? Juice? Milk?

Have anything stronger?

Trying to get us in trouble
already?

Trouble? What's that?

Oh isn't it all so fabulous?

My heart is positively racing!

� Oh, the animals prominade by
the station

� O'er the timbers

� O'er the air

� Oh, the elephants lift their
horns in

psalms straight from the good
books

� Torn through the channels
along the waves

Shall we show them how it's
done, ladies?

� Anchor!

� Plant your Janes on the floor
- � Fold

� Put your gloves in the steeple
- � Port

- � Tip like a belle
- � Starboard

� Toss around

� Toss, toss around

� Anchor!

� When the dame's on the
floor, fold

� Put your gloves in the
steeple, port

� Tip like a bell, starboard

� Toss around

� Toss, toss around

Oh, you've got it!

Ooh ooh!

Man that's a hummer!

Keep up, now!

� Oh, don't fly overboard!

� We're on cloud cukoo land

� Let's make belief!

Welcome to Heavenly Productions
Incorporated, applicants.

Today's orientation will
include a visit to

his royal library,

the Divine Garment Department

and the Sacred Sound Stage.

That's right, be shy, boys on the right,

girls on the left.

� All aboard

You six, ankle this way.

� Noah said, all aboard!

� The crickets tuned the bones

� The hippo's stomped check,
check!

� The monkeys slid trombones

� Down the giraffe's neck

� Above the loading zone

� Pianos crashed the deck

Hmmm?

� Everybody's doing the Ark

� Ring ding the chamgpagne
smashed

� The hep cats pitched and
blared

� They clasped their hands and
thrashed

� Downing out the squares

� My what a timeless bash

� Oh, Heaven hear our prayers

� Everybody's doing the Ark!

� Sailing, sailing

� Oh, the animals prominade by
the station

� Through the channels, on the
waves

� Through the channels, on the
waves

Gotcha!

� Through the channels, all
aboard!

Level Two, Shepherds of the
Flock!

June, look at it!

Ssh!

The Word is the bedrock of Heavenly

Productions Incorporated,
so it is felicitous

that your journey
begins here.

Here, every story ever written...

is catalogued.

Here, every tale has a lesson,
though the

novels and manuscripts of
yesteryear

may one day be supplanted
by whirring

contraptions of celestial
telecommunication,

everything will always
originate with, the Word.

May I have a cooperator?

A volunteer?

You?

Me?

Pick a book.

Oh, there are so many!

Um, what are those ones?

Those stories are no longer in
circulation.

Why not?

This is a library, not a zoo.

Punctilios must be practiced.

Sorry.

A question?

Why are those stories no
longer in circulation?

Applicants, repeat after me.

It is not our place to
question the author.

- It is not our place to
question the author.

Merely to learn from his wisdom.

Merely to learn from his wisdom.

Haha!

Now you're on the trolley.

The author has been benevolent
enough to

share his wisdom in these
exquisite volumes

and learn you shall, all of you.

Work hard, keep your muzzles clean,

and one day you will all
make excellent Sevens.

The King cared for his vast
menagerie of pets

But erected strict fences
around areas

where his animals could and
could not travel.

He even divided the beasts into those
he permitted to live in his castle

and those that must
labor in the stables.

Level Seven, working horses!

Amongst the King's stable of
animals was a

paddock full of young horses.

They were trained by the
King's house pets

to do labors for the King.

Hello!

Hahahaha!

Ahhh!

� Days of rose and twine

� Are only by design

� Every loop and hitch

� Every catch and stitch

� Every hem and line

� Every gore and jut

� Every bias cut

� Every hem and line

� Days of brick and pine

� Are only by design

� Every hallway paned

� Every window stained

� Every frame aligned

� Every column steeled

� Every corner sealed

� Every frame aligned

Yes.

� Days of bread and wine

� Are only by design

� Every petal worked

� Every spirit corked

� Every silver shined

� Every furnace lit

� Every lamb and spit

� Every silver shined

� Days of ours and thine

� Are only by design

� Every turn is lief

� To the grand motif

� Every book and spine

� Every pupil trained

� Every watch and chain

� Every book and spine

� How will you dress for the
party?

� Filed and pressed at the wall

� There's a serving cap and a
pail and a post to call

� If you earn your place at
the ball

Ha!

His animals were bred to heed
his calls,

to dress his halls, and to
sniff out strays.

The King also had his animals
trained

to guard his stock, to herd his
flock,

and to sing his praises.

You're tuned in to Halo Radio,

music that transfigures.

The hour is brought to you by
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If you want your toddler to
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trust Shangri-la.

So, Judy, what's next on our
roaming round of requests?

Next up is a letter from
Mr. Carmichael Fairbanks.

Mr. Fairbanks wants to know if
any of his ladies of virtue...

are single.

Oh, ho ho!

Well, now, Geraldine, what do
you

and the girls have to say to
this poor, lovesick fella?

Sorry, Mr. Fairbanks,

but our hearts belong to only one.

Oh, God.

Her.

Here's to becoming a One,
sisters!

Hey don't make us get physical.

Where do you think they're
taking her?

I don't know.

Let's find out.

I swear you're incorrigible.

Whatever you do, don't swear here!

Do you really think they'll
make her a One?

Oh I hope they do, she was
lovely.

Did you see where they went?

No.
Perhaps...

You insisted on leading,
how could you not see?

It's what I do...

Well well well, look what
we've got here.

A couple of Gladys gumshoes.

Snooping is a sin, ya heard it.

I heard it, no snooping!

But these dollies, they think
the rules don't apply to them.

I'm sorry we got lost.

We were looking for the powder room.

So, we'll just go back now!

Hey what's the rushes, duchess?

I'm sorry we didn't mean any
harm, really.

We just wanted to see where he
was taking Geraldine, that's all!

- Is that all?
- Yes.

- The whole script?
- Yes.

- Everything?
Everything.

Well which one is it love?

What?

Taking a powder or snooping?

What?

Uh oh, I think these frails
are in need of a translation.

Yeah that will get their
stories straight.

Ya heard it?

I heard it, we'll get em
talking.

- You're welcome!
- Here's on for you.

� These tunes we carry

� Of bond, blood, and
testimony.

� Always.

� Alleluia, Alleluia, always
Alleluia.

� Once there was a time you
needed transcripts

� In triplicates and
duplicates to log

� By letter bone and tar and
as the time slipped

� Stenographers and upstrikers
and slogs

� Yes it was a sorry time for
chalking

� Every foot and header to be
drawn

� But now we have machines to
write the talking

� The days of breaking hands
with words are gone

� See how we dictate a few

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation every
tongue in harmonation

� And transmit to you, make
writ of you,

� Spinning mandrels innovating
ways to make you talk!

� Lift the tube and mouthpiece
from the gurdy

� Aim the dictator against
your pout

� Depress the metal treadle
with your derbies

� How the waxy barrel spins
about

� Beat your jaws and start the
duplication

� A needle traces every errant tone

� Listen back to your
domestication

� A hearing and a sentence
through the phones

� See

� How

� We

� Dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every
tongue in harmonation

� And transmit to you, make
writ of you

� Spinning mandrels innovating
ways to make you talk!

� Dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every
tongue in harmonation

� And transmit to you, make
writ of you

� Spinning mandrels innovating
ways to make you...

� Finally the shaving engine
cycles

� Whittling the wax down to
the skin

� So the cylinder can be
recycled

� To try your testimony once
again

� Bolt your words and measure
your intentions

� Rid yourself of every hiss
and hoarse

� Fidelity's the gristle of
invention

� Capturing our voices for the
court

� See how we dictate of you

� Translate for you

� Cutting conversation, every
tongue in harmonation

� And transmit to you, make
writ of you

� Spinning mandrels, Spinning
mandrels

� Spinning mandrels

� Innovating ways to make
you...

Ahem.

There's a matter in the
binding department

requiring your attention.

Your prompt attention!

Can we finishing pressing
these

neighhh-sayers first?

We'll be snappy!

Sixes don't make terms.

Ladies have you learned your
lesson?

Yes.

Because if you continue to
disobey His law,

I'll be forced to take action.

Even if I don't want to put
the finger on

you I'll have no choice.

You follow?

Yes.

Outstanding!

Probably time you two got a
wiggle on.

Thank you.

My pleasure.

Good luck with your
application process.

Better ship-shape from here
out.

Will do.

Do you know who that was?

Rescued by the agent on our
first day.

And he is so much more
handsome in person.

I guess for a bluenose he
ain't bad.

Oh don't be sore. You know I think
you're the gnat's whistle.

� When the clouds are grey

� And the angels lull

� And a different view

� It's against His will

� what am I to do?

� What am I to do?

� All that I can say

� All that I can know

� Is that I'll be dreaming

� He says...

Oh my graces!

The meal was delicious my dear,

I'm delighted to have created
you.

Never send that one to me
again.

Did she nettle you sir?

Nettle me, no one nettles me?

Her cheeks were frowning.

Right.

Fix her.

I'll put the translators right
on it.

Ruthless, am I not?

Like no other.

How are the applicants coming
along?

All is Jake on that front.

I hear that one of them has
caught your eye.

A little troublemaker, huh?

I am married only to my post.

Oh don't bullshit me.

I can tell when one of my
agents is dizzy over a dame.

I've never seen you like this.

You did not make me a liar.

No I made you to serve me, not
to lose your

head over some little dish with
a dream.

I'll keep my distance.

No.

I want you to seduce her.

Sir?

I'm testing the limits of your
loyalty.

Or are you afraid that this
little filly

will gallop off with your
faithful heart?

No!

No.

I am as you made me, loyal to
an ideal.

Or would you prefer that I
nominate someone

else to your position for my
balcony?

Someone who is more agile in
his virtue

when in service to his King?

I am forever faithful to the
format.

You may leave us.

We shall see.

The King was ward to a great
many animals.

But his foremost beast was a
pet lapdog.

The lapdog was always ready to
prove his devotion.

Always eager to lick his
master's hand.

Ha!

Excuse me!

Here's that curve you wanted,
see?

Sit.

It's come to my attention that
you've been asking

inappropriate questions,

library, about banned materials

What?

No, I wasn't I...

After your incident in the
hallway the other night,

I thought I'd made
myself clear.

You did, but that was before...

Don't let it happen again.

It won't.

I'm sorry.

It's not our place to question
the author.

He has a plan for you.

For all.

Can I ask you something?

Shoot.

Being his agent, is there
anything

you're told you can't have.

You've got brass, I'll give
you that.

To answer that question would
require a

much longer conversation.

Perhaps we could negotiate the
particulars over dinner.

Negotiate?

Unless you have other plans.

No.

I mean yes, we can have dinner.

You promise to be good?

It's a deal.

Deal.

I'll have the designer fit you with

some approriate dry goods.

June.

Be careful

Make it up, doll face.

You like the music?

Oh yes.

It's loud though.

It's perfect.

Songbirds are some of his
finest creations.

Pardon me.

The music, I said it's.

Yelling at each other like
this,

what will people think?

No one can hear us.

Maybe I need a microphone.

� What what

� What what, awooo

� What what

� What what, awooo

� These tunes we carry

� Of bond, blood and loyalty

� Always, Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always Alleluia

� Down, down, down at the
midnight rectory

� We jiggle juice frisking
under the marquis

� The peacocks are strutting
behind velvet rope

� Sipping away on the heavenly
dope

� Down, down, down at the
midnight rectory!

� With jiggle juice frisking
under the marquis!

� The peacocks are strutting
behind velvet rope

� Sipping away on the heavenly
dope

� Scratch at the hatch, busom
sisters and lap sons

� Enter on fours through ones
with your daps on

� Surrender yourself dolls,
get down on your knees

� Open your flappers, let's
ruffle the keys!

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� Well alright! Give me
two Hallelujahs and an Amen

� Am I low enough daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� Whoo-wee!

� Two Hallelujahs and an Amen

� Let's Pray! Leap!

� Up, up, up in the perch
we'll be squeaky swinging

� Spinning on air, just
a- pitching and winging

� But down in the boiler we
jitter and puff

� Loosen the collars right up
to the scruff

� So all of you bred high,
down on the make out

� Remember the garden, let's
wiggle the snake out

� Fiddle the humbox and howl
like a pooch

� Kneel for a swallow of
heavenly hooch

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough daddy?

� Mm-hmm, give me Lordy oh
Lordy hey Lordy my Lord!

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no

� Am I low enough d-daddy?

� No no no

� Am I low enough daddy?

� Uh huh

� Lordy oh Lordy hey Lordy my
Lord!

� Swing!

Alright!

Hahaha!

� I'm just a fool in love

� But I'd be a fool not to be

� I've danced and I've swayed
up a cloud serenade

You, were brilliant.

I can't believe this is
happening.

Shh, shh, shh.

And now the author himself?

� I'm just a fool in love

� But I'd be a fool not to be

He's a genius.

There's nothing I wouldn't do
for him.

He must love you.

Choosing you as his companion
animal.

We go way back.

�... in love

Can I ask you something?

If this were olden days and I
was still

sitting in his court on high,
reading to

that holy huckster, do you
think any of this

tale would ring any bells for
him?

Mmm?

Or he'd just do what all of his
idiot

disciples do and cleave
desperately to the

parts of his sermons that serve
them?

And then conveniently forget,
ignore, or

make excuses for everything
else.

Their pious credulity sickens
me!

Sire?

When do you think you'll be
available to

discuss strategy?

You know, our plan about what
to do about

Him.

...knock knock knocking from

outside of my chamber door?

I said NOT NOW!

So what exactly is the plan?

I don't know.

I mean, I should know, but I
don't know.

Okay?

Anyway, it's none of your
business.

You'll know the plan when I
tell you.

Wake the Bayonettes.

Murder.

Mischief.

Mayhem.

Fear not, toy maiden.

I shall defend your honor with
my magical

musket.

Ow!

Nuts.

I found this in the
thoroughfare.

Hey, that could be anybody's.

It was protruding from a
women's chest.

I'll go to my cage.

No, with what's coming, I'd
feel safer

knowing this was on your person.

Yes, war is coming.

We must strike now and we must
strike hard.

While we still possess the
element of surprise.

Here is the perfect plan.

We invite God to a secret
meeting.

Suspecting trap, he will not
come.

But he will send his seconds.

Wonderful.

You, be there.

We will be serving tea.

It will be poisoned.

Tea time!

Then, the twin will shape
shift into God's man

who was at the meeting, but
is now dead due to the poison.

He will return to God with a
message.

Things went well your holiness.

But now you must come down
from the clouds

to discuss the terms of the
surrender.

No, no, no.

Gather soldiers and we storm
heaven's gates.

There's all these men.

That's what men are for.

No, this is the perfect plan.

We will ride the elevator to
heaven, then

we will ambush God, and we will
gut him.

These are horrible plans.

Magician, bayonets, scorpion,

you're in tonight's act.

Smith, more weapons.

Everyone else, try to look
alive.

Picking up where we left off.

It came to pass, that one of
the King's

stable animals, a filly, stole
a peek at the

luxuriant privilege that the
King bestowed

upon his lapdog.

This caused the filly to
bemoan her fate

as a stable animal.

She thought, why shouldn't I
experience

some of the same privileges as
the King's lapdog.

� Alleluia

Heavenly Productions
Incorporated daytime

programming has reached its
conclusion.

Please make your way to your
designated dorm rooms, always...

� Alleluia

The new whelps.

Grapes, not quite ripe.

Will they bloom or will they
whither?

The Watchword is watching.

� When moonlight drips into
the frame

� And darkness marks stray
souls to claim

� He stands in vigil, taking
aim

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

� In shuttered halls where
pupils sleep

� He peers through keyholes,
counting sheep

� He draws his lens, and with
a sweep

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

� The signal flickers, dark
and red

� From the buzz box by your
bed

� Transmissions of this
evening's dread

� And in a flash

� Click, click

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

� When mischief lulls you from
your cot

� And focus twists and shadows
plot

� He winds, he aims and takes
his shot

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

Meanwhile, back at the vault.

� In amber light where prints
are traced

� He trains a dogged eye

� By negatives, he stamps the
fleece

� And hangs them out to dry

� Exposed in baths

� Inverted cut

� In rows of numbered faces

� Developed in observance

� Aired as chilling nightly
cases

� The signal flickers dark and
red

� From the buzz box by your
bed

� Transmissions of this
evening's dread

� And in a flash

� Click, click

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

� Restless ears should hit the
sack

� For he holds service on
kneeled backs

� And pictures you in white or
black

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword

� The hour belongs to the
Watchword!

Tonight's case: Out Beyond the
Depths.

It all began with a dame.

Oh!

What?

Wow, you're jealous.

Not jealous.

Cora, the green-eyed monster.

Don't, June, get over yourself.

He's using you.

And I'm using him.

What's wrong with that?

We like each other.

Oh, you're going to get
yourself into

trouble talking like that.

Both of us.

Maybe I just want you to come
and rescue me

from my evil ways.

Don't toy with me June.

Look!

This is good for us.

Someone important on our side.

That's not how this works.

Says you.

Says everyone.

I'm going places.

Don't you want to come with me?

Why are you still holding onto
this?

Are you screwy?

This is going to get you
expelled.

Not if you don't tell anyone.

June, don't.

Don't worry, I've got this.

Arriving from level five,
animal sentinels.

Psst.

I know your secret.

Your feelings for her are not
only

inappropriate, they're illegal.

I think it's time that we
discussed your

present options.

Hmm?

What do you want?

Ah, ah, ah.

Ones have to be earned not
taken.

I'm just a watchdog,
looking out,

for a canary.

Yes?

It's me.

How did you get up here?

Filled with foolish adventure,
the filly

broke her cords and halter.

She galloped from her stable,
into the

King's house, where she
imagined she would

kick up her heels and frisk and fawn

as if she were not a horse,
but a lapdog.

Have a seat.

Hmm.

I was going to give this to you

after our next date.

- Oh?
- But I...

So we're dating then?

Yeah.

A horse shoe.

For luck, with your
application process.

Do you know why horse shoes
are considered lucky?

No.

Well, it's an old story, about
a

blacksmith, who was cursed.

And in order to break the
curse, he tricked

the Devil into letting him nail
a burning

horse shoe to his foot.

The blacksmith agreed to
remove the burning steel

if the Devil vowed to
plague him no more.

And never, step foot in a house...

that had a horse shoe,
hanging over the front door.

Then, I suppose I'll have to
wear it

everywhere I go.

Is that one of the stories
from the cage?

Ha, you're impossible.

No, absolutely not, no!

You're His agent, I'll be your
gal Friday.

Who'll stop us?

You are an applicant and I am
His agent.

Don't be such a wet blanket!

Come on!

I'm serious.

Well, I suppose you'll just
have to catch me then.

June?

June!

The filly bounded up the
King's private

floors and furniture, but
because she had

hooves and not paws, she
trampled up his

stories and crashed his fancy
shelves.

June!

It's not funny!

Haha!

Listen to me, June...

I know just the book.

Please.

If you do this, there's no
turning back.

Oh, don't be so dramatic.

See?

What?

What do we do?

Sorry dollface.

The King's house hounds,

hearing the strange hubbub
and perceiving a danger to their master,

came running to
his aid

with teeth and claws and talons.

What do we do?

Just tell them I'm with you.

I can't.

You're not.

Hahaha.

Nice work.

All of you.

Oh God, please!

Don't leave!

Don't leave!

I didn't do anything wrong, I
just wanted to

know!

Dont go, please!

June, you're not even a Seven.

By the way...

Don't leave me!

Cora says hi.

June!

Enough!

This is a library.

On your feet, come on.

No, no.

Applicants!

One of yours was seized here
after curfew,

hazarding to read forbidden
material.

You're not individuals!

You're one.

When one of you fails, you all
fail.

You must be punished as one!

You must rebuild as one.

Tonight, you will put our
library back in order,

book by book.

You'll then strike the shelves

and do it over again and
again until you've learned

the value of keeping order.

Repeat after me, we look to
the Word.

We look to the Word.

And how do we know how to
organize ourselves?

We look to the Word.

We look to the Word.

And what do we do when one of
our compatriots, no,

when we fall
out of order

and fail to heed the Word?

We, we expel and rebuild.

Loud enough so everybody can
hear you.

We expel and rebuild!

Correct!

You're going to do well here
in Heavenly

Productions Incorporated young
lady.

� These tunes we carry of
bond, blood, and order

� Always, alleluia

� Alleluia

� Always, alleluia

� Make of me as subject bound

� Cased in halls and hushed of
sound

� On the rack is art in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars handed down

� Make of me thy subject, Lord

� Placed according to thy Word

� Never intercrossed in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars by thy sword

� One by one as ordered

� Flight to flank and facing
forward

� Hanging by the word

� In chapter, verse, and
sentence heard

� cast one, kept as pets

� cast two, steer the flock

� cast three, plumes and pelts

� cast four, birds of song

� cast five, watching dogs

� cast six, preying beasts

� cast seven, working horses

� One by one

� Make of me a subject cast

� Pressed and kept beneath thy
glass

� Every hardback set in Heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the Book

� Seven pillars under latch

� One by one as ordered

� Flank to flank and facing
forward

� Hanging by the word

� In chapter verse and
sentence heard

� cast one, kept as pets

� cast two, steer the flock

� cast three, plumes and pelts

� cast four, birds of song

� cast five, watching dogs

� cast six, preying beasts

� cast seven, working horses

� One by one

� 1 thy animal companions at
thy lap prance with abandon

� 2 are shepherds of the flock
who teach and cultivate thy stock

� 3 of peltry, 3 of feathered
grace thy halls with silk and heather

� 4 for birds of song and hymn
that chirp devotion by thy whim

� 5 in cover watch and waits,
sniffing out thy truth and straight

� 6 are beasts of prey that gnaw
explain the word with tooth and claw

� 7 working horses haul their
mighty labors till they

� Fall in line

� Fall in line

� Fall in line

� On the rack is art in heaven

� Always hitting on all sevens

� Always hitting on all sevens

� Always hitting on all sevens

� By the book

� Always seven written down

The moral of heaven.

Tis better to be content with
one's lot

than to desire things one is told

they are not fit to receive.

Hahahahahahahahahaha!

And people say I'm the cruel
one.

Hahahahahahaha!

I mean, don't get me wrong I'm
all for

beating a dead horse, but what
that pius

gangster leaves out, is the
best part yet.

When will Heaven learn?

As you can't kill stories just
by banning them,

or throwing them away.

Outcast!

Outcast!

Really?

My poor child, whatever
happened to you?

Where am I?

What is this place?

You've had quite a fall.

No.

But I didn't do anything wrong.

Of course not child.

Everyone in this place is
innocent.

Come, come let me help.

Come.

You're in pain.

More and more lost souls are
arriving every day.

We need to devise more
efficient ways to

house, torment, in volume.

We will.

I've already instructed the
Smith to double

the amount to ten dankers and
iron bars.

Good!

The heavy hammers of progress.

Right.

One of the new arrivals.

A girl from heaven.

Scorned because of her
ambition.

Considered a wild one.

The Almighty fraud must be
losing his mind.

Who will be left to wipe his
royal ass once

he's kicked everyone out of the
Kingdom?

Beaten and outcast, the filly
was made to

graze on a plot, far, far from
her former stables.

She wasn't prepared for how
very

small her world would become.

Alone, ill, no longer under
the King's care.

She was game to a host of wild
and sneaky beasts.

What happened to your face?

Aren't we one to talk?

Can I have a drink?

What's in it for me?

I don't have anything.

No, but that shiny pendant?

I can't...

Oh, a connection!

I must have it.

Come in.

Stay for a spell.

Let me lighten your burdens.

� Out, out

� Out for a shell

� Aren't we a darling?

� Aren't we a tell?

� One hoof in the clouds and
one down the well

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Fair, fair

� Have us a game

� Pretties for luck and
horseshoes for pain

� Under our bruises don't we
look the same?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Truce, truce

Cora?

� Let's make a vow

� Spill all our dirties and
kiss on our brow

� Who are you keeping and who
are we now?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� Bang, bang

� Give us a prayer

� Who is the drifter that sits
in your chair?

� Under which shell will your
charm come to bear?

� Where is our heaven hiding?

� My, my aren't we a hiss?

� Let's take your chances and
play for the miss

� Look at us friends when we
share in your bliss

� Where is your heaven hiding?

� Where is your heaven now?

� We scratch on the plains

� Uptown they fluff the
feathers

� Coachmen walk with canes

� And every collar's creased

� A gentleman prefers to break
from airs and fetters

� To roll off his sleeves

� And liberate the beast

� Let us piss from the vine

� Let us claw in the mud

� Let us swing with both fists

� As we writhe in the blood

� Let us walk on stained glass

� Sinners one, sinners all

� It's always prettiest after
the fall

� We gnaw on the bone

� Uptown they sprinkle
sweetener

� Nectar for the cups

� And napkins for the chins

� A gentleman prefers to dig
in with his fingers

� Suck in through his teeth

� And bear a hungry grin!

� Let us piss from the vine

� Let us claw in the mud

� Let us swing with both fists

� As we writhe in the blood

� Let us walk on stained glass

� Sinners one, sinners all

� It's always prettiest after
the fall

� We board up the shed

� Uptown they gild cathedrals

� Choir boys for hymns

� And candles for the mass

� A gentleman prefers to
differ with his steeple

� Salt his scripture well

� And show a little class

� Let us piss from the vine!

� Let us claw in the mud!

� Let us swing with both fists!

� As we writhe in the blood!

� Let us walk on stained glass!

� Sinners one, sinners all!

� Let us piss from the vine!

� Let us claw in the mud!

� Let us swing with both fists!

� As we writhe in the blood!

� Let us walk on stained glass!

� Sinners one, sinners all!

� It's always prettiest after
the fall!

Enter.

Sire, I won't sit out there
waiting any longer.

We need to take action.

The carnies are completely
unprepared

and I can guarantee you, Heaven...

will be dispatching
forces to deal with us.

Yes, the agent I suspect.

His, number one?

I have something he wants.

Doll, would you be so kind as
to prepare a

special greeting for our roving
friend,

the agent?

Excellent.

Then I appoint you to lead the
negotiations

with Heaven's number one.

There's a lapdog in the
stables tonight.

So go, go and talk his head
off.

When one no longer needs to
ask permission,

one hardly feels compelled to
speak at all.

Are you ready for your
carriage?

Yes, unless you require
anything further.

Sit.

This mission is troubling you,
eh?

Just puppy nerves, sir.

Hell is a hostile territory.

That's not what's eating you.

Sir?

Don't bump gums.

I just wish I better
understood your ways.

Better understood my ways?

How long do we know each other?

Who am I supposed to send on
this delicate

mission, some gladhand?

No, I suppose not.

Course not.

You're my top man, that's why
I always give

you the most difficult of all
the missions.

When the morning star sees
you, he'll know

I mean business because he
knows I trust you

implicitly and you will carry
out my

instructions to the letter.

For your travels.

Sir, you shouldn't have.

I want you to remember that if
any trouble

ever comes to you, or
temptation that seeks

to sway you from me, that I
love you like a son.

Now go and make me proud.

Thank you.

Hell is gonna want to parade
my head around

like a trophy.

Ha!

They wouldn't dare.

I've just given myself a good
idea.

Sir?

You have your mission, go.

Greetings Heaven, your author
welcomes you

to another spotless
presentation from

Heavenly Productions
Incorporated.

Please take your seat, and
quiet your spirit.

The broadcast is about to
begin.

Frank, pictures up, cameras
rolling,

and mark it up.

Say Cora, what's next on our
roaming round of requests?

Next up is a letter from a
Miss Vera Berkley.

Vera Berkley.

She'd like to know which
arcadia flavor his ladies prefer.

Well, I can't speak for all
his ladies

but I know after a day of caroling
I enjoy...

Double Vanilla!

Ladies and gentlemen, the man
of the hour,

the creator of all things, God.

Citizens of heaven,

I am aware of the rumors that are
infecting our fair environment.

Gossip of trespassers from
down below,

seeking to enter our ranks and
poison our way of life.

Nonsense!

I am gravely disappointed in
all of you,

that you would dare doubt my
authority.

The truth is, I allowed these
invaders

to cross our boundaries illegally,

and opened my arms to all of them.

Why?

Civility.

Even in the face of the enemy,

that's what makes us different from them.

I could have crushed them all
like roaches,

but I didn't.

I wanted to prove a point.

That we are better than they
are.

And I will allow no party
pooper from down below

or within our ranks

to disrupt the beautiful
harmony that we all enjoy here

at Heavenly Productions
Incorporated.

That was a gasser.

But now guys and dolls, in
honor of the occasion,

the creater of all
things,

our one and only God
Almighty is going to grace us

with a song.

� Down down yonder

� In the handle-pans

� In bowls of dust

� And throats of sand

� With stammer jaws

� And hands of gauze

� And rust

� They beg for good ol'

� Song like a dog for crust

� Master, master

� Begive us a tale

� Of the dandy old harvester

� Whut done lived in the vale

� Oh please!

� Won'tcha won'tcha

� Master, master

� Turn back the page

� Where the land was plum and
green

� And we got shine and wage

� Yes, we got shine and wage

Shine and wage.

Now what do you think
children, do you

think they deserve shine and
wage?

No!

� Cast from the highlands

� My twisting black rollers
came howling

� Lashing the faithless in
spirals of dust, drought, and sand

� The wicked harvester tempted
the heavens

� Now broken

� and barren his land

� How is my heart so forgiving?

� My kindness could swallow
you whole

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest
bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest
bells of the

Black Sunday toll

� After a fall I lifted my
winds out of mercy

� Generous me, but country
dogs lack common sense.

� The wicked harvester

� With seed bags went fixing
to sow a further offense

� How is my song so beguiling?

� These pipes, they could
swallow you whole

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest
bells of the Black Sunday toll

� Pluck the seeds of evil

� By rake and by fist lest
bells of the Black Sunday toll

� Down, down, down come the
winds

� Round, round, round goes the
dust

� Black, black, black is the
Sunday

� Crash, crash went the hounds

� Weep, weep, weep, we'll
survive

� Black, black, black

� Down, down, down come the
winds

� Round, round, round goes the
dust

� Black, black, black is the
Sunday

� Alleluia

� Crash, crash, crash

� Sing Alleluia

� Weep, weep, weep, we'll
survive

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Black, black is the Sunday
Alleluia

� Down, down, down comes the
winds

� Round, round round goes the
dust

� Black, black, black is the
Sunday

� Alleluia

� Black, black, black is the
Sunday

� Alleluia

� Alleluia

Now it feels like home.

June? June?

June.

Oh my God.

I need to speak with him.

It's important business!

I'm so sorry.

Sire, we need to talk.

This is serious.

Yes.

This is glorious.

I'm trying to help you.

I don't need help right now.

I'm your adviser, it's my job
to help.

It's also my job to run the
carnival,

but I don't know what in the hell is
going on anymore.

I don't have time for this
right now.

Well you have time to read to
Painted Doll,

or whatever the hell else it is
you do holed

up in your chamber, sulking all
the damn time.

Painted Doll is doing her part.

Do yours.

You're kicking the God damn
hornet's nest

and the trains are liable to
come crashing

off the rails and into you.

Let them come.

I'm not going to let you ruin

everything we've built.

Let...

You don't tell me what to do.

You're going to listen to me
because when

the trains come, I'll be the
only one

standing in between you and the
God damn wheels.

I hate martyrs, go.

Please, don't dismiss me.

Never asked you to do that.

It's not the point.

I would never let you do that.

You're right.

I've been distracted.

This carnival we built.

It's grown stagnant, becoming
like them.

You see it, even when they
don't.

That's why change is necessary.

Is that, why you sent all
those souls back

to Heaven?

Yes.

What if it backfires?

The traings coming, I'll be
standing on

tracks beside you.

So what do we do now?

Can I tell you about my plan?

Really?

I thought you'd never ask.

� Oh the night is young with
lashes hung

� And the fillies all in heat

� How their laps turn plum

� When the church dogs come

� A-sniffing for a seat

� But a lady sits heart

� And legs crossed

� As tight lipped as a mouse

� Though I find when I lift my
legs

� My hooves bring down the
house

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Klap-klip-klap!

� Mit unseren Rocken
hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und
Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip!

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

Tonight we drink!

June stop, please stop this!

� Once a pious dog was
worshipping

� On his master's thighs

� Outside the fillies tramped
and brayed

� Unsaddled in the sties

� Aroused he slid down his
master's pants

� Banisters and rails

� To scratch upon the stable
door

� And poke forbidden tails

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken
hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und
Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� He tenderfooted in the barn

� Dander white and thick

� And yipped between the
filly's legs

� To mark his bailiwick

� Some girls fall for fables

� Some fall just for kicks

� So bar the doors

� And thrash the hooves

� Let's teach a dog new tricks

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken
hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und
Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Steig auf die Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� Mit unseren Rocken
hochgezogen

� Und im Gratschsitz und
Reitgerte

� Mein Liebe, Mein Welpe

� Spielt den Wildpferden

� Clip clop clip

� To the hound, a round of hell

� On the Devil's carousel!

� The Devil's Carnival!

� The Devil's Carnival!

� Come one, Come all!

� In the Devil's Carnival!

� Devil's Carnival!

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to
die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to
die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's off to Hell we go

� You're in the Devil's
Carnival

� Come one, come two, come all

� Devil's Carnival

� You're in the Devil's
Carnival

� Come one, come two, come all

� Devil's Carnival

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Cross your heart and hope to
die

� It's off to Hell we go

� Fa la la

� It's off to Hell we go

� Stick a needle in your eye

� It's...

� It's so easy, to be breezy

� When the music starts

� I'm daffy

� For a catchy melody

� To the beat I owe my soul

� To face the music, how great
a toll

� I'm dancing to the tune of
songs of old

� I'm faithful to the format

� When the music starts

� Whether it's romantic, or a
mystery

� What a juke, easy to follow

� Like a salted pill, so easy
to swallow

� I'm dancing to the tune of
songs of old

� Hail the stars, hails the
station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the
songs of old

� I tremble like a treble,
when the music starts

� Beholden to the programmed
harmony

� Strike the band, and I'll
start shaking

� Crank the dial til my soles
are breaking

� I'm dancing to the tune of
songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the
station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the
songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the
station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned here always to the
songs of old

� Hail the stars hail the
station

� Calling in my dedication

� Tuned her always to the
songs of old

� All children of Heaven sing
Alleluia

� Born of blood and cast of
wing

� Alleluia, Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always, always Alleluia

� Lace my vest and mend my soul

� Alleluia

� Find in silver stars my role

� Alleluia

� Alleluia, Alleluia

� Always, always Alleluia