The Blue Bird Page #3

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I have pins and needles

all down my legs.

We're going to have visitors.

They seem to be quite near.

Now I can get on with my carving.

I've been at this one

for nearly a whole year.

That's because we're so seldom awake.

- Grandpa.

- The children!

Granny! Grandpa!

My dears! Mytyl.

Tyltyl! Oh.

Another hug.

A big one this time.

It's months and months

that you've forgotten us.

Yes, the last time, let me see,

it was Easter morning.

The church bells were ringing.

Easter? Oh, we didn't go out that day.

We both had very bad colds.

- No, but you thought of us.

- Yes, we missed you.

Well, every time you think of us,

we wake up and see you again.

But we thought you were dead.

No, dear. Only when we're forgotten.

Will they never learn back there?

The garden, the house...

everythings just the same.

Oh, Granny, I'm so glad to be here!

Come in, children. Come in.

I'm afraid we can't, Granny.

We can't stay very long.

What's that? What's that?

Can't stay very long?

- I'm afraid not.

- But I want to bake you an apple tart.

I wish we could stay, Granny.

Oh, look, Grandpa,

you haven't finished little Ko-Ko yet.

What chance have I got when

I'm always asleep?

- Would you like to see my workshop, Tyltyl?

- Oh, yes!

Come along then.

- Don't be long, Tyltyl.

- Oh, you're in no hurry.

Yes, but we are. We must be

back within the hour.

What time is it, Granny?

See? As soon as you think of it,

it comes to life.

Now, come along. Sit down.

It's only 20 past 12:00.

- But the sun is shining.

- It's always shining here

when you think of us.

Granny, the reason why, we're here,

we've got to find a blue bird.

It's terribly important.

A blue bird? Oh, yes.

I'm sure we've got one.

Really, Granny?

Where? Show me!

Oh, all right, child, if we must.

We'll look in the birdhouse.

Come along.

There you are, dear.

All sorts and colors.

You can have any, one you like.

Isn't there a blue one?

Why, yes, there's a blue one.

That one up there singing.

Why, Granny, he isn't blue.

He's black.

Black? That's strange.

He's always looked blue to me.

There isn't one here,

not a single blue bird.

Won't one of these do?

Oh, no. Betylune said

it must be blue.

She said to look everywhere.

- This is the past, isn't it?

- Yes, dear.

But perhaps your blue bird

isn't in the past...

and you'll have to look

somewhere else.

- I better go then.

- Oh, no, not yet, not yet.

Will you show me how

to carve one too, Grandpa?

Yes, if you'll come

more often to see us.

Mytyl, what do you think?

These little people whistle.

- I know that. Come on. We've got to go.

- Aw, you can't go yet.

- Can't you stay a few minutes longer?

- We shouldn't, Granny.

But I wanted you to hear them.

I've taught them to whistle a tune.

Anything you like.

You name it, Mytyl.

- Uh, how about ''Farmer in the Dell''?

- Oh, yes.

Aw, who wants that silly thing?

How about a ''Lay-de-o''?

- That's the one.

- Yes, ''Lay-de-o.''

- You used to sing that to me

in my cradle. Remember?

- Yes, dear.

Look, Mytyl. This one plays music too.

Nice, dear. Just like old times.

We've really got to go now, Granny.

Come on, Tyltyl. What time is it?

Why, it's still just 20 past 12:00.

Oh, my goodness! Something's wrong!

Tyltyl, we've got to run.

Oh, no! Don't go! Don't go.

If you stay, I'll bake you

the biggest apple tart you've ever tasted.

We haven't time, Granny, really.

- Good-bye, Grandpa.

- Good-bye, Tyltyl.

- Don't wait too long to come to us again.

- I won't.

Good-bye, darling.

Think of us often.

- You don't know how much it means.

- We will, Granny.

- Good-bye, Tyltyl.

- Good-bye, Granny.

Come on, Tyltyl.

- Good-bye.

- Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Always in such a hurry.

I'll never get this finished.

Couldn't something

have made them stay?

Not even my apple tarts.

Never mind, dear.

It was nice to have them

remember us at all.

I suppose so.

Perhaps it won't be so long...

till the next time.

Well, they're lost,

that's all there is to it.

If they're lost, they're lost.

It's their own fault

for straying into the graveyard.

- Why didn't you follow them,

see which way they went?

- Why didn't you?

You're so loyal and brave.

I think I see them coming.

There they are!

- Tylo!

- I thought you were lost.

Tylette. What happened to you?

- Well, what happened to you?

- We've been with Granny and Grandpa.

In the Land of Memory.

Did you find the blue bird?

No, there were no blue birds there. Not one.

- I could have told you

that in the first place.

- Why didn't you then?

Because no one took

the trouble to inquire.

What do you think

we ought to do now?

You haven't found the blue bird.

You must keep on looking.

All this fuss about a blue bird.

I could be happy with

a big juicy beefsteak.

Why don't you go

to the Land of Luxury?

There's plenty to eat there.

Everything you can think of.

Do you think we'd find

the blue bird there?

- No, dear, I don't.

- Why, not?

Everyone has everything

they want there.

Where would be a better place

to look for the blue bird?

If they've got beefsteaks,

it won't hurt to look.

We might find the blue bird there.

Very well. Go ahead, if you want to.

- How do we get to the Land of Luxury?

- It's very easy.

- We take the first side road.

- Will you wait for us?

Yes, dear. Just beyond.

But don't let them

keep you very long.

- It isn't wise to spend too

much time with luxuries.

- We won't.

I'll show you the way.

Yes, miss?

- Are the Luxurys at home?

- What name shall I say?

Mytyl and friends.

Won't you step in?

This way, please.

Wait here, please.

There. What did I tell you?

Isn't it magnificent?

Mmm. I smell dinner.

Oh, Mytyl, these banisters,

wouldn't you love to slide down them?

Shh.

Rich people never

slide down banisters.

Mr. and Mrs. Luxuty!

How do you do?

How do you do?

How do you do?

Are you Mrs. Luxury?

Yes. Yes, indeed, I am.

And this is Mr. Luxury.

How do you do?

How do you do?

- This is my brother, Tyltyl.

- Charmed.

- Oh, and Tylette.

- Charmed.

What an enchanting place.

Such exquisite taste.

It's simple,

but we like it.

We're looking for a blue bird,

and we thought you might have one.

A blue bird?

We're having pheasant with truffles.

Do you prefer blue birds?

How do you prepare one?

- Oh, we didn't want to eat it.

- Oh, how nice.

- I say, old fellow, do you like desserts?

- Oh, yes, sir.

Then you shall have them-

dozens of them...

with maraschino cherries

and whipped cream.

You can have anything you like.

You can do anything you like.

- Can I even slide down this banister?

- Oh, certainly.

I'd join you, but I've had

my slide for today.

- You like dolls, don't you,

and pretty dresses?

- Oh, yes, ma'am, I do.

- She's never had very many.

- Oh, I can see that.

In a party, dress with some jewels...

you'll really be quite presentable.

- Oh, thank you.

- Oh, you're too kind, Mrs. Luxury.

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