Sleeping Beauty Page #3

I think we ought to think of Rose|and what she'll think of this mess.

I still think|what I thunk before.

I'm going to get those wands.

You know, I think she's right.

Here they are, good as new.

Ah, ah, ah!|C-C-C-C-C-Careful, Merryweather!

Quick, lock the doors.

Uh, Fauna, you close the windows.|Oh, block up every cranny.

We can't take any chances.

Now, you take care|of the cake.

- While l...|- Clean the room, dear.

And I'll make the dress.|Now hurry!

Ooh!

Come on, bucket, mop, broom.

Flora says clean up the room.

And now to make|a lovely dress...

fit to grace a fair princess.

Eggs, flour, minute...

Just do it like it says here|in the book. I'll put on the candles.

Oh, no, not pink.|Make it blue.

Merryweather!|Make it pink.

Make it blue.

Oh, pink!

Blue.

Ohh, now look|what you've done!

Shh, shh, shh! Listen.

- It's Rose.|- She's back. Enough|of this foolishness.

Make it pink.|Now hide, quick!

- Blue.|- Aunt Flora!

Good gracious!|Who left the mop running?

Stop, mop.

Aunt Flora! Fauna!

Merryweather!

Where is everybody? Oh!

- Surprise! Surprise!|- Surprise! Surprise!|- Surprise!

- Happy birthday!|- Oh, you darlings!

This is the happiest day|of my life.

Everything's so wonderful.

- Just wait 'til you meet him.|- Him?

- Rose!|- Y-You've met some stranger?

Oh, he's not a stranger.|We've met before.

- You have?|- Where?

Once upon a dream.

I know you

I walked with you|once upon a dream

- She's in love!|- Oh, no.

This is terrible.

Why? After all,|I am sixteen.

- It isn't that, dear.|- You're already betrothed.

- Betrothed?|- Since the day you were born.

- To Prince Phillip, dear.|- But that's impossible.

How could I marry a prince?|I'd have to be...

- A princess.|- And you are, dear.

Princess Aurora.

Tonight, we're taking you back|to your father, King Stefan.

But... But I can't.

He's coming here tonight.|I promised to meet him.

I'm sorry, child, but you must|never see that young man again.

Oh, no! No!

I can't believe it! No! No!

And we thought|she'd be so happy.

No sign of her yet, Hubert.

'Course not. It's a good|half hour 'til sunset.

Ah, excellent bird.

Oh, now, come, man!

Buck up! Battle's over!

Girl's as good as here.

I'm sorry, Hubert,|but after sixteen years...

of worrying, never knowing...

The past! All in the past.

Tonight, we toast|the future...

with something I've been saving|for sixteen years.

Here. To the future!

Right, Hubert.|To the future.

- Skumps, skumps|- Skumps

- A toast to this night|- The outlook is rosy

The future is bright

Our children will marry|Our kingdoms unite

Skumps, skumps

Skumps

Ah, excellent vintage.

- And now, to the new home, eh?|- New home?

Children need a nest|of their own, what?

Place to raise|their little brood, eh?

Well, I suppose in time...

Of course! To the home!

- Skumps|- Skumps

- A toast to the home|- One grander by far

Than a palace in Rome

Uh, let me fill up your glass.|That glass was all foam.

Skumps, skumps

Skumps

The plans!

Well, what do you think?|Nothing elaborate, of course.

Forty bedrooms, dining hall.|Honeymoon cottage, really.

You... You mean, you're|building it already?

Built, man! Finished!|Lovebirds can move in tomorrow.

Tomorrow? But, Hubert,|they're not even married yet.

Take care of that tonight.|To the wedding!

Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't|even seen my daughter yet,

and you're taking her|away from me.

- Getting my Phillip, aren't you?|- Yes, but...

Want to see our grandchildren,|don't we?

- Of course, but, uh...|- There's no time to lose.

Getting on in years.

- To the wedding!|- Now, be reasonable, Hubert.

After all, Aurora knows|nothing about all this.

- Well?|- Well, it... it may come|as quite a shock.

Shock? My Phillip, a shock?

What's wrong|with my Phillip?

Nothing, Hubert.|I only meant...

Why doesn't your daughter|like my son?

- Now, now...|- I'm not so sure...

my son likes your daughter!

- Now, see here.|- I'm not so sure my grandchildren...

want you for a grandfather!

Why, you, you unreasonable,

- Huh? Who? Uh...|- pompous, blustering, old windbag!

Unreasonable, pompous...|On guard, sir!

I warn you, Hubert,|this means war.

Forward! For honour!|For country!

Oh! Ohh!

- Hey.|- What's this all about, anyway?

No... Nothing, Hubert.|Absolutely nothing!

Eh, children bound to fall|in love with each other.

Yeah. Precisely.|And as for grandchildren,

I'll have the royal woodcarvers|start work on the cradle tomorrow.

Splendid!|King-size, of course.

Certainly.|To the woodcarvers guild.

His Royal Highness,|Prince Phillip!

Phillip?

Oh, Phillip! Phillip!

Phillip! Ho, Phillip!

H-Hurry, boy, hurry!

Uh, change into|something suitable.

Can't meet your future bride|looking like that.

- But I have met her, Father.|- Yeah... You have? Where?

Once upon a dream.

Oh, Phillip! Stop it!|Stop that! Wa... Phillip!

Phi... Put me down!

Now, what's all|this "dream" nonsense?

It wasn't a dream, Father.|I really did meet her.

Oh, the Princess Aurora? Good|heavens, we must tell Stefan.

- Why, this is the most amazing...|- l-I didn't say it was Aurora.

You most certainly did.|You... You said...

I said I met the girl I was going|to marry. I don't know who she was.

- A peasant girl, I suppose.|- A... A peasant g-girl?

You... You're going|to marry a g...

Why, Phillip, you're joking.

Isn't he?

Oh! Y-Y-You can't|do this to me.

Give up the throne, the kingdom,|for some... some nobody?

By Harry, I won't have it!

You're a prince, and you're|going to marry a princess!

Now, Father,|you're living in the past.

This is the fourteenth century.|Nowadays...

Nowadays I'm still the king! And I|command you to come to your senses!

- And marry the girl I love.|- Exactly!

- Goodbye, Father.|- Goodbye, Father.|Marry the girl you... No, no!

No, no, Phillip!|Stop! Come back!

Oh, Phillip!

Phillip!

How... How will I|ever tell Stefan?

Come along now.

All right. In here, dear.

- Oh!|- Bolt the door, Merryweather.

Fauna, pull the drapes.

And now, dear,|if you'll just sit here.

This one last gift,|dear child, for thee,

the symbol of thy royalty:

A crown to wear|in grace and beauty,

as is thy right|and royal duty.

- Now, dear...|- Come.

Let her have|a few moments alone.

It's that boy she met.

What ever are we going to do?

Ohh! I don't see why she|has to marry any old prince.

Now, that's not for us|to decide, dear.

Maybe we should tell King Stefan|about the boy.

- Well, why don't we?|- Listen!

Maleficent! Rose!

- Rose!|- Rose!

- Oh, why did we leave her alone?|- No! No!|- Rose!

Rose!

- Here.|- Rose!|- Rose!

- Rose! Rose, where are you?|- Rose!|- Rose!

Where are you?

Rose! Rose! Rose!

- Rose! Rose!|- Rose!

- Rose!|- Rose!|- Rose!

- Rose!|- Rose!|- Don't touch anything!

Anything! Anything!

Touch the spindle.|Touch it, I say.

You poor, simple fools,

thinking you could defeat me.

Me, the mistress of all evil!

Well, here's your|precious princess.

- Rose!|- Oh, Rose!

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