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cannibal king. Oh, say, I’ve got one greatest stunt [sic] with toys. I can bring ’em to life! nemo. Oh, go on, King! What are you giving me? cannibal king. Certainly I can. All you got to do is to rub ’em with the leaves of the bamboozle bush. (indicating foliage at R.) nemo. Is that so? (goes L. with box of soldiers) That sounds good to me—that “bamboozle” business. cannibal king. Oh, I do love toys and games. And I love children, too. Light or dark meat—I don’t care. (starts to join Nemo at L.) pygmy. Your Majesty—Jaw dash kokomi wafu. cannibal king. (annoyed) Oh—squish! pygmy. Your Majesty—behold a captive! candy kid. Meaning me! cannibal king. (impatiently) Well, well! He’ll keep, won’t he? Put him in the royal ice box. candy kid. Isn’t he the cold proposition? See here, old Eat-’em-Alive, is that the way you treat people on this island? cannibal king. Certainly! The only way visitors can escape being provisions is by amusing me and teaching me games. nemo. Come on, Kingy! Let’s play soldiers! cannibal king. Well will I! (starts over to Nemo) pygmy. (interfering) Your Majesty! Skipperoosky Calabash (like a dog barking:) wow-wow-wow! cannibal king. (strikes Pygmy, who does acrobatic business) I’ll teach you to bark at your King! pygmy. (excited) Simpilacha basya! savages. (excited) Basya! Basya!