Big S. Yes, sir; it's a wish.
Wishing Man. Then pull the string.
(Big S. leans over the box, pulls a spring, the lid flies up and Ka-zin-ski pops out almost in the baby's face. Big S. screams and falls flat down on the stage.)
Big S. Oh, whee! Take him away! I'm fwightened, I am. Vill he come after me?
Wishing Man. No, no. Get up, 'ittie Snookie Ookums, he won't hurt you.
Big D. Say, Mr. Wishing Man?
Wishing Man. What is it, my little boy?
Big D. Can we have anything we wish for here in the Wishing Land?
Wishing Man. Of course you can. That's what the Wishing Land is for.