Potatoes and turnips and cranberry sauce,
Ice cream, cake, pie, everything.
Third Goblin:
Come, brothers, let’s pinch him.
[They gather round Jack and pinch him—he screams.]
Mother [calling]: Jack—Jack.
Goblins run. Jack awakes—rubs eyes, yawns.
Jack:
I must have been sleeping—I dreamed funny things
About goblins and turkeys, and pies,