Kiki's Delivery Service Page #6

- Yup. We've become real close friends.

- Wow!

- Hello, everybody. I'm home again.

Good afternoon. I wanna say I'm sorry.

Why don't you go inside,

and I'll go get some water?

Okay.

- Like it?

- Yes.

I have to say I became inspired

after the first time we met.

But I really haven't got the face right.

I've been waiting for you to come back

so I can try again.

- You mean that's me?

- Sure is.

You'd make my life easier

if you'd model for me.

But I'm not very beautiful.

What do you want me to do that for?

Come on, Kiki.

You have got a great face.

You're very pretty.

Now, don't you be nervous.

Sit down over here.

Raise your chin up a little.

Look straight ahead. Now, don't move.

Painting and magical powers

seem very much the same.

Sometimes I'm unable to paint a thing.

You mean it?

Then what? What happens?

Kiki, please, don't move.

It's hard to draw a moving target.

Without even thinking about it,

I used to be able to fly.

Now I'm trying to look inside myself

to find out how I did it.

But I just can't figure it out.

You know, it could be

you're working at it too hard.

Maybe you should just take a break.

Yeah, but still, if I can't fly...

Then stop trying. Take long walks.

Look at the scenery.

Doze off at noon.

Don't even think about flying.

And then, pretty soon,

you'll be flying again.

- You think my problems will...

- Go away? That's right.

It's gonna be fine. I promise.

When I was your age,

I'd already decided to become an artist.

I loved to paint so much.

I'd paint all day until I fell asleep

right at my easel.

And then one day, for some reason,

I just couldn't paint anymore.

I tried and tried,

but nothing I did seemed any good.

They were copies of paintings

I'd seen somewhere before,

and not very good copies, either.

I just felt like I'd lost my ability.

That sounds like me.

It's exactly the same,

but then I found the answer.

You see, I hadn't figured out

what or why I wanted to paint.

I had to discover my own style.

When you fly, you rely on

what's inside of you, don't you?

Uh-huh. We fly with our spirit.

Trusting your spirit. Yes, yes!

That's exactly what I'm talking about.

That same spirit is what makes me paint

and makes your friend bake.

But we each need to find

our own inspiration, Kiki.

Sometimes it's not easy.

I guess I never gave much thought

to why I wanted to do this.

I got so caught up

in all the training and stuff.

Maybe I have to find my own inspiration.

But am I ever going to find it?

And is it worth all the trouble?

Well, for example,

there were quite a few times

when I thought of painting

something over that painting.

But it ended up being so great.

So I guess it's worth it.

Today when I saw you,

I thought, "I wanna paint."

- You've got such a great face.

- That's why I came?

Hey, well, it's better than you

cleaning my floor again.

- Let's turn out the lights and go to sleep.

- Okay.

Sorry about taking your bed from you.

Ah, no problem.

- So you really think I'll fly again?

- Sure.

You'll just have to wait for

the right inspiration to come along.

- You understand?

- Uh-huh.

And there it is, folks,

the Spirit of Freedom.

Recently downed in a spectacular

forced landing...

due to torrential rains

just outside the city limits.

Well, it's been repaired,

and is now in final preparation...

Yes? Good Cooking Pan Bakery.

Kiki. How are you?

Well, you take plenty of time

coming home.

Oh, and by the way, that older woman

you made a delivery for?

- Uh-huh.

- She has another delivery for you.

I said I wasn't sure you could do it.

She was really very insistent.

What do you think, Kiki?

Great. Stop there

on your way back. Bye.

Thank you so much for everything.

- Afternoon, ma'am.

- Well, well, we've been expecting you.

Thanks.

There are less than five

minutes to takeoff now.

Um. It's very nice

to see you again, ma'am.

I'm glad you came.

Please excuse me for not standing.

My legs are bothering me

more than usual.

- Barsa, bring the package now.

- Gosh, I hope it hasn't taken off.

Not yet. Barsa is absolutely mad

about lighter-than-air travel.

- I'm the adventuresome type.

- Mmm-hmm.

Could you turn it down, please?

Would you do me a favor

and open the box?

Yup.

I don't get it.

Would you please bring this

to a young delivery girl?

She was kind to me

and a very big help.

It's my way of saying thank you.

Ah, yes, and can you find out

when her next birthday is?

Then I can bake her another one.

Kiki?

Of course, I will. And maybe the young

girl will want to know the lady's birthday,

because she'll be able

to give her a present to repay her.

You've got a deal.

- What happened?

- Oh, there's been a terrible accident.

Oh, darn this old thing.

And just when it was getting good.

Midsummer is always

when these winds come.

They'll be hitting us any minute.

Goodness. It's a strong one.

It'll pass quickly. Don't worry.

Oh, goody! It's back on. Look.

Oh, look at that.

It's completely upside down.

Freak winds blowing in from the sea.

- It has broken loose from...

- My, my. How terrible.

A desperate

last-ditch effort is being made

to tie the dirigible to the ground

and keep it from drifting into the air.

But it's extremely doubtful whether

or not this can actually be done.

Oh, no, no. It's useless.

The tremendous lifting power

of the helium balloon

is lifting the police patrol car...

That's Tombo.

That's my friend hanging on that rope.

It's being lifted like a toy.

Oh, no, there's a young boy

hanging onto the cable.

He's being lifted away together

with the police car.

I don't believe what I'm seeing.

The dirigible

is being blown towards town.

- Are you sure it's your friend, my dear?

- I have to go.

- Be careful.

- Oh, dear. Oh! Oh!

- Come on. Over here.

- Over here.

Hold on there, son.

Just hold your grip steady.

Release the helium from the tail. Quick!

All citizens

are kindly requested to remain calm.

Sir, is there any word about the boy?

All I know is that the radio said

that the police car dropped into a pool.

He's still up there.

Stay out of the street.

Get on the sidewalks. You there.

Young lady. Don't block the street.

Do not block the street.

Are you all right, young lady?

Please, sir, may I use your broom

for a minute?

- What?

- Please. I promise I'll bring it right back.

Huh? I'm not gonna give you

my broom...

- Thank you very much.

- Hey!

Fly.

Watch out!

Come on, broom, fly for me.

Ladies and gentlemen,

it appears that the blimp

is heading directly for the clock tower.

And look! The young boy is safe,

but he's clutching that rope for dear life.

If the wind doesn't shift, the Spirit

of Freedom will smash into the tower!

We gotta get up higher

or else we'll hit the tower, Captain.

There's not enough helium.

Jump onto the tower before we hit.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Hey, there. Over here. Come on.

Get outta the way.

The blimp's gonna crash!

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