Sleeping Beauty Page #2

For everyone knew that|as long as Maleficent's domain,

the Forbidden Mountains, thundered|with her wrath and frustration,

her evil prophecy|had not yet been fulfilled.

It's incredible!

Sixteen years,|and not a trace of her.

She couldn't have vanished|into thin air!

Are you sure you|searched everywhere?

Yes, yes, uh, everywhere.

- We all did.|- Yeah, yeah!

Uh-huh, yeah.

And what about the town?|The forest? The mountains?

Yeah, we searched mountains,|uh, uh, uh, uh, forests...

and, uh, houses, and, uh...

Let me see.|Uh, and all the cradles.

- Cradle?|- Yep, yep.

Every cradle.

Cradle?

Did you hear that, my pet?

All these years, they've|been looking for a baby.

Fools!

Idiots! Imbeciles!

Oh, they're hopeless.

A disgrace to|the forces of evil.

My pet, you are my last hope.

Circle far and wide.

Search for a maid|of sixteen...

with hair of sunshine gold...

and lips red as the rose.

Go, and do not fail me.

And so, for sixteen long years,

the whereabouts of the Princess|remained a mystery.

While deep in the forest|in a woodcutter's cottage,

the good fairies carried out|their well-laid plan.

Living like mortals, they had|reared the child as their own...

and called her Briar Rose.

On this, her sixteenth birthday,

the good fairies|had planned a party...

and something extra special|for a surprise.

- Well, now, how about this one?|- This is the one I picked.

Oh, she'll look|beautiful in that.

- Now, I thought a few changes here.|- Uh-huh.

- And don't forget a pretty bow.|- Yes, and raise the shoulder line.

- We'll make it blue.|- Oh, no, dear, pink.

- But...|- Of course, we'll need a few pleats.

Yes, but how are we gonna|get her out of the house?

Oh, I'll think of something.

Well, and what are|you three dears up to?

- Up to?|- Up to?|- Up to?

Uh, uh... Th-Th-The...|Cr... Uh...

Well, we... Uh, we... W-We...

- We want you to pick some berries.|- That's it, berries!

- Berries?|- Lots of berries.

- But l-I picked berries yesterday.|- Oh, w-we need more, dear.

- Lots, lots more.|- Yes!

- Now don't hurry back, dear.|- But don't go too far.

- And don't speak to strangers.|- Goodbye, dear.

- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!

- I wonder if she suspects.|- Of course not.

Come on!|Oh, will she be surprised.

A real birthday party.

With a real birthday cake.

Yes, and a dress|a princess can be proud of.

- I'll get the wands.|- Yes, you can, uh... The wands?

- Oh, no!|- No magic!

But the sixteen years|are almost over.

We're taking no chances.

But I've never baked|a fancy cake.

Oh, you won't have to, dear.

I'm going to bake the cake.

- You?|- Oh, she's always wanted to, dear.

- And this is her last chance.|- Well...

I'm going to make it fifteen layers|with pink and blue forget-me-nots.

And I'm making the dress.

But you can't sew,|and she's never cooked.

- Oh-ho-ho, it's simple!|- All you do is follow the book.

Up here, dear.|You can be the dummy.

Well, I still say|we ought to use magic.

"Flour, three cups."

Cups, cups, cups, cups,|cups, cups, cups.

Oh.

One, two, three.

- What's that for?|- Well, it's got to have|a hole in the bottom.

That's for the feet|to go through.

- It's pink.|- Oh, lovely shade, isn't it?

- But I wanted it blue.|- Now, dear,

we decided|pink was her colour.

You decided!

"Two eggs. Fold in gently."

Fold? Uh, oh, well.

I can't breathe!

Let me out of here.

- It looks awful.|- That's because it's on you, dear.

"Now, yeast, one tsp."|"Tsp."?

One teaspoon.

- Oh, one teaspoon, of course!|- Hmm!

Oh, gracious,|how that child has grown.

Oh, it seems only yesterday|we brought her here.

Just a tiny baby.

- Why, Merryweather.|- What ever is the matter, dear?

After today,|she'll be a princess,

and we won't have|any Briar Rose.

- Oh, Flora!|- Now, now, now, now.

Well, we... we all knew|this day had to come.

But why did it|have to come so soon?

After all, we've had her|for sixteen years.

Sixteen wonderful years.

Oh, gracious! We're acting|like a lot of ninnies.

Come on. She'll be back|before we get started.

You hear that, Samson?

Beautiful.

What is it?

Come on.|Let's find out.

Aw, come on.|For an extra bucket of oats?

And a few carrots?

Hup, boy!

Whoa!

No carrots.

I wonder

I wonder

I wonder why|each little bird

Has a someone

To sing to

Sweet things to

A gay little love melody

I wonder

I wonder

If my heart keeps singing

Will my song go winging

To someone

Who'll find me

And bring back a love song

To me

Oh, dear.

Why do they still|treat me like a child?

Who?

Aunt Flora and Fauna|and Merryweather.

They never want me|to meet anyone.

But you know something?

I fooled them.

I have met someone.

Who?

Who? Who?

Oh, a prince.

Well, he's tall|and handsome and...

and so romantic.

Oh, we walk together|and talk together,

and just before|we say goodbye,

he takes me in his arms...

and then...

I wake up.

Yes, it's only in my dreams.

But they say if you dream|a thing more than once,

it's sure to come true;

and I've seen him|so many times.

You know, Samson,

there was something strange|about that voice.

Too beautiful to be real.

Maybe it was some mysterious|being, a wood sprite or a...

Here, stop!

Why, it's my dream prince.

Your Highness.

You know, I'm really not|supposed to speak to strangers,

but we've met before.

I know you

I walked with you|once upon a dream

I know you

The gleam in your eyes

Is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true

That visions|are seldom all they seem

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did|once upon a dream

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

- The way you...|- The way you did

Once upon a dream

Oh! Oh!

I'm awfully sorry.|I didn't mean to frighten you.

Oh, it, uh, wasn't that.

It's just that you're a... a...

- A stranger?|- Mm-hmm.

But don't you remember?|We've met before.

- We... We have?|- Well, of course. You said so yourself.

Once upon a dream.

I know you

I walked with you|once upon a dream

I know you

The gleam in your eyes|is so familiar a gleam

Yet I know it's true

That visions|are seldom all they seem

But if I know you

I know what you'll do

You'll love me at once

The way you did

Once upon a dream

Who are you?

What's your name?

Hmm?

Oh, my name.

Why, it's... it's...

Oh, no, no, I can't! L...

- Goodbye!|- But when will I see you again?

- Oh, never! Never!|- Never?

- Well, maybe someday.|- When? Tomorrow?

Oh, no! This evening!

- Where?|- At the cottage in the glen.

There. Ooh!

- Well, what do you think of it?|- Why, it's...

It's a very unusual cake,|isn't it?

Yes. Of course, it'll be|much stiffer after it's baked.

Of course, dear. Um, what|do you think of the dress?

Well, i-it's, uh...

l-It's not exactly the way|it is in the book, is it?

Oh, I improved it.

But perhaps if I added a few more|ruffles, uh... Uh, what do you think?

Um, I think so.|What do you think, Merryweather?

I think we've had enough|of this nonsense!

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