Thumbelina Page #4

Why don't you just nab this prince

and set up a trap for the girl...

...using him as the bait.

You know, get her to come to you.

Nab the prince?

And set up a trap.

Nab the prince.

Yes. And set up a trap.

Do you speak English?

Try to keep up, Grundel, okay?

Don't shout!

You're making me very nervous.

You go capture prince.

You took my wings!

You can't do that!

Yeah? I keep wings

until you nab prince.

Listen, pal, this harassment has gone

far enough, and I know my rights.

I'll report you to the pond patrol.

Okay, okay. Cool it, cool it.

Where's your sense of humor?

All right, I'll nab the prince.

Come on, guys.

Mind the wings. I'll be back.

Excusez-moi, Monsieur Bear?

I am looking for

the Vale of the Fairies.

I don't want no berries.

No, no, no. Fairies, not berries.

Wake up, you fat lummox!

I said, wake up!

I am having a very bad day.

Mon Dieu, it is so cold.

Winter! Winter is here.

Oh-ho!

This thorn.... It hurts to fly.

Don't worry, Buzz.

We're gonna make it.

Thumbelina! Oh.

Whoa!

He takes my wings away.

Now I have to walk to find the prince.

If he let me keep my wings,

I could fly after the prince.

Hey, Beetle, this guy's the prince.

The prince? Ah! The prince!

Somebody up there loves me!

Okay, you pick him up.

Let's get out of this stinking weather

before we're statistics.

I can't even feel anything

in my feelers anymore.

A guy with my brains,

I gotta talk to a toad.

What kind of conversation

can you have with a toad?

What? They're toads.

Jacquimo was wrong.

I will never find my way home.

It's impossible.

Oh, Mother, where can you be?

I know there's someone

Somewhere

Someone

Who's sure to find her

Soon

After the rain goes

There are rainbows

She'll find the rainbow

Soon

Soon my breaking heart will mend

Soon a happy ending

Troubles behind her

I will find her

Homeward bound

Safe and sound

And soon

Feeling better, my dear?

Where am I?

In my kitchen.

I'm Ms. Fieldmouse

and we are snug and safe underground.

I'm underground?

Yes, dearie, three feet under.

I dug it myself

with my own two hands.

Here, drink this.

At least that toad

won't find me down here.

There's something

I don't understand.

Did you really think you could

survive the winter in that old shoe?

Ha, ha! Honestly!

I wanna go home.

Well, I'm afraid you'll just have

to wait here till spring, Thumbelina.

You know my name!

Oh, that was easy.

I know much more. Like, you were

engaged to the fairy prince.

Cornelius, I believe?

Well, almost.

That is so sad.

What?

That he was found stone-cold

frozen dead in the snow.

But of course you knew that?

No. Cornelius, no!

- That is so sad.

- No, it's not true. No!

Oh, Thumbelina.

Forgive me. Sometimes I just

blurt things out without thinking.

You're still young, though.

There'll be another.

He was perfect.

Nobody's perfect.

Cornelius was the only one--

Now, put this on. We'll take

these corn cakes to Mr. Mole.

He lives just down the tunnel.

I'd rather not.

I saved your life this very day

and you'd rather not?

Very well.

One more thing...

...is it true that you have

a beautiful voice?

I don't feel much like singing.

You must sing for Mr. Mole.

He loves sweet things.

Come on.

Mr. Mole loves his corn cakes.

Cornelius was looking for me.

That's what must have happened.

Good afternoon, Mr. Mole.

Oh, yes.

Ms. Fieldmouse?

Good afternoon. Lovely day.

I want you to meet a new friend

of mine, Thumbelina.

She just came down from up there.

"Up there"?

Up there.

Terrible place.

Mmm.

How do you do, Miss Thumbelina?

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

How do you do, Mr. Mole?

Come in. Don't touch anything.

These are my things.

We brought some corn cakes for you.

Just you try one, Mr. Mole.

Ooh. Mmm.

Very nice.

Well, tell us about up there.

I went up once. Nearly blinded me.

Hurried as fast as I could

back down where it's dark and decent.

Oh. Uh, but....

I love the light.

I hate it. End of story.

Story. Thumbelina,

tell Mr. Mole a story.

A lovely, sad story.

Well....

Stand right there,

where I can see you.

Okay.

Oh, I love love stories,

don't you?

Once upon a time,

there was the sun.

Sing it, Thumbelina. Sing.

She sings?

Shh!

Oh. Um....

Once there was the sun

Bright and warm and wonderful

Shining like the love within my heart

Now there's no more sun

Winter has killed everything

And although it's dark December

Forever

I'll remember sun

Winter has killed everything,

even the sun.

Wonderful story.

Dreadful thing, the sun.

And now,

I have a story to tell you.

Just this morning, as I was

out for my early morning stroll...

...I found the most extraordinary

thing in my tunnel:

A dead bird.

- No!

Yes. How do you suppose

a dead bird got into my tunnel?

Well, I'm certainly glad

I'm not a bird.

Bothering the world with endless

twittering, twittering, twittering....

My, yes. Oh, there it is!

Oh!

Whatever do you suppose

happened to him?

Well, there's one less bird

to twitter, twitter, twitter up there.

Oh, Jacquimo. Jacquimo.

My dear, dear friend.

Tender little thing.

Yes, quite lovely.

Ms. Fieldmouse, could I have

a word with you?

I wish you would.

You know I have been meaning

to take a wife for some time now.

What a lovely idea.

I find myself sometimes, you know...

...lonely for companionship.

What could be more natural?

And I wonder if--

Yes?

If I could ask you to help me

persuade Miss Thumbelina...

...to be my wife?

Thumbelina?

She could keep me company

and tell me stories.

Yes.

And for your service in helping

to arrange this match...

...I will reward you handsomely.

Oh! I will. I will!

Dear Ms. Fieldmouse.

Leave the arrangements to me.

Thumbelina?

I hear your heart.

You're not dead, no.

Jacquimo. Jacquimo.

I'll come back. Tonight.

- Thumbelina?

One ice-cold prince coming up.

Where do you want him?

There. He looks dead.

Dead? Dead, schmed!

What difference does it make?

You killed him.

Okay, okay, have it your way.

I killed him.

There, you satisfied?

Forget the prince, all right?

What if I were to tell you

I know where Thumbelina is right now?

What if I told you that?

Would you give me my wings?

I'm glad you kill prince.

It's a deal.

Good. My sources tell me...

...she's buried alive with the mole.

Mole? What mole?

If I were you, I'd get my tail

over there and save her.

Go. Get hopping.

Oh, and give me my wings.

Where does mole live?

I go kick down his door.

Ooh! Ooh! Stop! Stop!

What's going on? Where are we going?

We go rescue Thumbelina

from the mole.

Mole? Are you out of your mind?

I'm not going down there.

Do you know what he does to beetles?

Do you have any idea?

He stuffs them. He stuffs them

and he pins them on his walls.

Quiet!

Why don't you just marry a toad?

Ever think about that?

Find a pretty toad with warts

and marry her.

Quiet!

Toads. I gotta be stuck with toads.

They've got the fairy prince.

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