I tell ya, no coal-minin' daughter of ours is goin'
to Shiny City wearin' boots like those!
Cut!
Snips, Snails, where's the other boot?
Hey, props ain't our job.
Yes, it is.
Your job is props.
Well, yes, but...
Right.
The play about is magic dancing boots.
No one's buying tickets to see a magic dancing boot.
Somebody's pilfered my bedazzled boot, eh? Not good.
But a new case falling right into my lap? Not bad.
Don't you worry your sweet red head... redhead.
Speaking as the lead whose foot that boot adorns –
and the costume designer whose mind dreamt of it in the first place –
let me assure you I shall find the boot.
But where to begin?
Somebody's got to know something...
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