You take some a woman with button eyes, a portal into another world, and a plucky heroin, and add music, of course. “Around a table, two “magic consultants” were huddled around a miniature toy theater, debating what sort of fake mice would freak audiences out the most. Eerie, discordant chords drifted from another room: A trio was practicing. ‘You’re doomed,’ they seemed to be singing.”