Snow White and the Three Stooges Page #3

l'm worried.

He's gonna be all right.

Aren't ya, sonny?

[ Moans Softly ]

Look!

He's opening his eyes.

- [ Gasps ]

- Don't let our faces scare ya, sonny.

We're your friends.

What happened?

- You hurt your head.

- On a rock.

Tell us where you live, sonny.

We'll take you home.

You wanna go home,

don't you?

l-- l don't know.

Tell us your name,

old-timer.

- Uh--

- What's your name?

Uh, l don't know.

Who was that big man

trying to hurt ya?

Man?

Never mind.

lt's not important.

You just rest.

We'll look out for ya.

[ CurlyJoe ]

Till you remember who you are.

We are, please.

''We''?

Poor kid's so confused, he--

he thinks there's more than one of him.

You'd lost your memory,

you see?

We couldn't leave you there.

You were in danger.

We tried to find

your family and couldn't.

So we adopted you.

And you've never given us

a moment's regret.

And l don't intend to

in the future either.

The future, my boy,

is what we're talking about.

Supposing you suddenly remember

your real name, who your people are?

Well, suppose l do?

But to whom

is your first duty?

To ''youm,'' that's whom!

And our first duty is to see that you

take your rightful place in the world.

l'm sorry, various

and assorted fathers...

but you won't get rid

of me that easily...

even if l turn out to be

the emperor of China.

So let's stop all this nonsense about

my belonging somewhere better.

One day l'll prove to you how grateful

l am for all you've done for me.

What're ya-- What are ya sitting around for,

ya soft-boiled egghead?

Get to work.

And you-- get those bottles filled,

you mangy floor mop!

Oh!

[ Narrator ]

So it was that Snow White vanished...

from the eyes

of those who loved her.

And to silence all inquiry...

her stepmother made it known that she

and the bereaved princess...

had retired into pious mourning...

for the space

of one long year.

Lonely, lonely

little star

How you twinkle

from afar

All alone

yet still you glow

Ever bright

To let me know

There's a place

ln the sky

Called Happiness

On the far other side

Of the moon

Where you walk

through a bright

Golden door

To whatever your heart

Wishes for

Dreams are real

ln that place

Called Happiness

There's a rainbow

To guide you

Each day

Though it's far off

somewhere

lf you keep on believing

lt's there

Your heart

Will find

The way

How l've hated

wearing black.

A whole year of it!

One more day and my widow's weeds

would've strangled me!

[ Giggles ]

Free at last.

And the all-powerful queen of not one,

but both kingdoms--

yours and Prince Charming's.

No woman ever

possessed such power.

You will arrange a national celebration

to be held in my honor.

And it must be the most extravagant

in history.

Ah, we now touch upon a delicate subject,

Your Majesty.

Your tastes could hardly

be called frugal...

and the exchequer is,

in fact, empty.

That's strange.

l don't seem to recall abolishing taxation.

On the contrary, you doubled the taxes

in both kingdoms only a month ago.

- Well, then what could be simpler?

- [ Clinks ]

Double them again.

Now, the guests of honor

for my celebration--

Whom, after myself,

will my subjects be most anxious to see?

l'm afraid,

the princess, Snow White.

- Never.

- lt would be wise.

The people are asking

why she's never seen in public.

The people! The people!

l command you to use

your magic Sword of Power...

to blot Snow White

from their memories forever.

Madam, so powerful

is the magic of this ancient sword...

that l dare not use its last three wishes,

save in dire extremity.

Are you defying me,

Count Oga?

Never, Your Majesty.

We must not waste the wishes of the sword.

But she must be destroyed!

You are forgetting, my dear lady,

l can only invoke...

the magic of the sword

for good deeds.

[ Scoffs ]

That assassin,

the one who rid us of Prince Charming--

- Do you still trust him?

- Hordred the Huntsman.

He wouldn't be alive

if l didn't.

Then send for him again.

And this time,

l want proof the deed is done.

What kind of proof?

[ Clattering ]

Bring back Snow White's heart...

in this.

l'm on the queen's business.

Open the door!

[ Keys Clattering ]

[ Squeaking ]

Your Highness.

Hordred, what is it?

Forgive me, but Linda...

that maiden-in-waiting

you permitted to marry...

is very, very sick.

She's been calling for you.

Oh, no. But l can't go to her.

l'm a prisoner here.

The queen has granted you

permission to visit her.

- l'm to take you there.

- When? When can we go?

As soon as you go

to your quarters and change.

l'll-- l'll hurry.

Whoa!

But Linda lives

in the middle of a village.

She's moved. Her house lies hidden

just beyond those trees.

[ Gasps ]

Don't! Please don't!

l can't-- l can't do it.

Forgive me, Your Highness.

Forgive me.

But why?

Why should you want to kill me?

The queen-- She's jealous

of your beauty!

You must never return to the palace.

Understand, Princess?

Now run.

Run for your life! Run!

Run, princess, run!

Never come back!

[ Animal Squeaking ]

[ Bird Screeching ]

[ Hooting ]

[ Bird Cawing ]

[ Animal Whining ]

[ Whining Continues ]

[ Monkey Screeching ]

- [ Roaring ]

- [ Gasps ]

[ Screeching Continues ]

[ Screeching Continues ]

Help! Help me!

[ Panting ]

- Please help me! Please!

- [ Creaking ]

ls anyone here?

Anyone home?

- [ Creaks ]

- [ Panting ]

[ Whimpers ]

[ Sobbing ]

The sun's up.

Are we in Fortunia yet?

Almost. l was just

asking Quatro...

if any of the landmarks

look familiar.

- No, afraid not.

- Of course not.

He was too young for it

to register on his cogitative faculties.

- How's that again?

- None of the landmarks look familiar.

- Oh.

- But now we return triumphant.

- A command performance.

- That's right. Your big chance, Quatro.

Yes. And if the queen likes ya,

all the crowned feet of Europe...

will be at your head!

Whoa, Thunder!

Whoa, Lightning!

- Well, we've arrived.

- Arrived where?

- At our summer residence.

- That doll's house?

Doll's house? That, my son,

is the cottage of the Seven Dwarves.

Just a few miles from the queen's palace,

and ours-- all ours!

Wait a minute. l thought you just said

it belonged to the Seven Dwarves.

- And so it does.

- But they're never here at this time of the year.

And the last time we saw them,

they gave us a standing invitation.

All out. Get the stuff.

We might want to rehearse.

And the reason it's

a standing invitation is because...

the beds are too short

for us to lie down in.

Anything is better than

sleeping in the wagon.

l'm all right. l sleep

curled up in a ball.

That's why you keep

rolling out of bed.

- l can sleep on my head.

- Why not? lt's full of feathers.

- [ Chuckles ]

- Aw, a note.

''Prospecting in King Solomon's mines.

Back by Christmas.

Make yourselves to home.

Signed, The Dwarves.''

- [ Creaks ]

- Look! They didn't even lock the doors.

- [ Creaking ]

- After you.

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