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CHAPTER ONE The Kid Behind the Curtain BURBANK, CALIFORNIA. THE sun shines too bright, the houses match too well, and the neighbors smile a little too hard. For most kids, it’s a pleasant enough place to grow up. But for Tim Burton, it felt like a padded cell wrapped in picket fences. Every lawn was the same shade of green. Every adult seemed programmed to say the same thing. And behind every door was a television glowing with sitcoms and news anchors, drowning out anything remotely strange. But Tim was strange. He wasn’t just “a little quiet” or “creative.” He was the kind of kid who drew vampires in the margins of his math homework. He obsessively watched monster movies from the 1930s and...