"Snuggle in, sweetie. It's cold out there." "Why is it snowing, grandma? Where does it come from?" 'Oh, that's a long story, sweetheart." "I want to hear." "Oh, not tonight. Go to sleep." "I'm not sleepy. Tell me, please." "Well, all right. Let's see. I guess it would have to start with scissors." "Scissors? "Well, there are all kinds of scissors. And once there was even a man who had scissors for hands." "A man?" "Yes." "Hands, scissors?" "No, scissorhands. You know the mansion on top of the mountain?" "It's haunted." "Well, a long time ago, an inventor lived in that mansion. He made many things, I suppose. He also created a man. He gave him inside, a heart, a brain, everything. Well, almost everything. You see, the inventor was very old. He died before he got to finish the man he invented. So the man was left by himself, incomplete and all alone." "He didn't have a name?" "Of course, he had a name. His name was Edward."
Happy 35th Anniversary to Edward Scissorshands
December 14th 1990-December 14th 2025
