NARRATOR:
There is one place in town doing business; Dr. Detmold's Sanatorium for the Socially Pressured. Locally known as the Cookie Jar.
COOKIES:
I'm like the bluebird.
I should worry, I should care.
I should be a millionaire.
I'm like the bluebird...
NARRATOR:
The Mayoress is so depressed by her unpopularity that she makes a nostalgic pilgrimage to a huge rock on the outskirts of town.
CORA:
I am in the depths of positive despair.
SCHUB:
Ah now, Cora, you need to relax.
CORA:
I need a miracle, that's what I need.
NARRATOR:
Suddenly, Baby Joan licks the rock and there is an enormous spurt of water.
CORA:
Schroeder - Schroeder!
MRS. SCHROEDER:
Your honor, it's a miracle!
CORA:
It's what?
MRS. SCHROEDER:
A miracle! It's a miracle!
CORA:
You know, you're absolutely right. It is a miracle. I'm saved.
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