Patience, everyone. Jack has a special job for each of you.

Dr. Beetlestein.

Your Christmas assignment is ready.

Dr. Beetlestein, to the front of the line.

What kind of noise is that for a baby to make?

- Perhaps it can be improved? - No problem!

I knew it!

Doctor, thank you for coming.

Instead of screams, I swear I can hear music in the air

The smell of cakes and pies are absolutely everywhere

Whoa-oa-oa!

The sights, the sounds they're everywhere and all around

Whoa!

I've never felt so good before

What's this, what's this There's color everywhere

This empty place inside of me is filling up I simply cannot get enough

What's this There's white things in the air

I want it, oh, I want it Oh, I want it for my own

I've got to know, I've got to know what is this place that I have found

What's this, I can't believe my eyes I must be dreaming