Dusoleil Meets the Press

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(The next morning, a crowd has gathered outside.) [NEWSVENDOR] We are shooting in Montmartre Filming Monsieur Passepartout Sir, the media Really need'ya To display what you can do! If you wow us With your prowess We will make a star of you They'll have statues In your honor So c'mon, please Passepartout! [DUSOLEIL] I need some aspirin, need some pills Before I dare to face the press Now, what are these? They're in my pocket I'm a mess All that champagne has done my brain in Love has brought me to my knees Maybe I must bow Bow to public prеssure now So I'll take a couple of- [VOICE OF DOCTOR] Takе a couple of these They should cure your disease... (DUSOLEIL's vanity gets the better of him. He goes out to the street. The crowd encourages him He takes a running leap into the wall... ...and gets stuck! The crowd is stunned.) [NEWSVENDOR] Extra, extra- Ordinary This is tragic A crying shame That his magic Should have vanished Just as quickly as it came In an effort To explain this I have asked his doctor here [DOCTOR] Well The tablets I prescribed him Made his powers Disappear
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