Tinker Bell And The Lost Treasure Page #4

---

The fellows are making fun

of my kilt again.

- Who?

- The guys at the depot!

They keep calling it a skirt.

Hey, Tink, it's me.

Look, I know you're mad at me, okay,

but there's something I need to tell you.

Tink?

Anyone home?

The moonstone.

What?

(GRUNTS)

It's our last day, Blaze.

We gotta find that shipwreck soon.

BOTH:
None shall pass

the secret troll bridge.

Troll bridge?

I thought it was "toll bridge. "

- Look, fellas, I don't want any trouble.

- We are guardians of the secret...

- Hey, hey, hey! Hey!

- What?

It's my turn to give

the ominous warning, blockhead.

- Is not.

- Is too.

- Is not! Not! Not! Not! Not! Not!

- Is too! Is too! Too! Too! Too! Too! Too!

You did it last time.

That was over 300 years ago!

(GROWLS)

Go ahead.

We are guardians of the secret bridge.

Beat it before we grind your bones

to make our bed.

- Bread.

- What?

The expression is, "Grind your bones

to make our bread," not "bed. "

Oh? Really?

Who would want

to make bread out of bones?

Might break a tooth.

Well, who would want to sleep in a bed

made of bones?

It's hard on the back. It'll put a crick

in your neck, you knucklehead.

Ix-nay in front of the ictim-vay.

Gravel for brains.

TALL TROLL:
Fuzz face.

SMALL TROLL:
Thimble head.

- TALL TROLL:
Stinky breath.

- Googly eyes.

- Waxy ears!

- Unibrow!

Excuse me. I need to get through.

BOTH:
None shall pass!

Do you have any idea

what I've been through to get here?

I almost got attacked by bugs and bats

and got blown all over the place

by the wind,

and almost starved to death to find

a mirror that grants one last wish,

which I wouldn't have even needed

if Terence had taken his time

finding me a sharp thingy

instead of making me

break the moonstone.

And then he didn't even share

his pixie dust because he cares more

about the stupid rules

than he does about me...

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang on, hang on, hang on.

- Who's Terence?

- Is he a friend of yours?

Well, yeah.

He was my best friend.

- You're not very nice.

- Hey, don't you judge me!

You've been yelling at each other

since I got here.

But he knows I don't mean it, don't you?

You old softie.

(CHUCKLING)

- Like when I call you "wart face. "

- Yes. Or when I call you "big nose. "

- Booger breath.

- Stinky feet.

TALL TROLL:
Weasel toes!

SMALL TROLL:
Badger brain!

- Garden gnome!

- Garden gnome?

Oh, dear,

I don't know where that came from.

- I crossed the line.

- (CRYING) Say the magic words. Go on.

I'm sorry.

- Do you mean it?

- Absolutely.

- Do you feel it?

- Deeply.

Well, then, I forgive you.

- Friends?

- Friends.

- Come here, buddy.

- Pal!

- Amigo.

- Compadre.

SMALL TROLL:
You're the best.

TALL TROLL:
No, you.

- SMALL TROLL:
No, you.

- No, you're right, I am the best.

- So now you think you're the best?

- I know I'm the best!

Now, don't you argue with me!

SMALL TROLL:
Well, you're ugly

and stinky.

TALL TROLL:
Really?

Blaze, listen, it's the ocean.

The ship that sunk but never sank.

Okay, Blaze, this is it.

We gotta find that mirror

and fix the moonstone. Let's go.

Why couldn't the mirror

be in a bunny-filled meadow?

(GASPS)

(MIMICKING ROAR)

(LAUGHING)

(ECHOING)

Blaze!

(PANTING)

(FLUTTERING)

Who's that? Who's there?

(GASPS)

(SOFTLY) Look, Blaze.

(GROANING)

Ah!

What do you think? Too big?

It's gotta be in here somewhere, Blaze.

Come on. Help me look.

(GASPS)

It's real.

Okay. Deep breath.

Clear your mind.

Only get one shot at this. Here it goes.

I wish... I wish...

I wish...

Blaze, I wish you'd be quiet

for one minute!

(GASPS)

No, no, no, no! No!

That one didn't count!

I take it back.

Please, please. I take it back!

That wasn't my wish. Please!

(SIGHS)

Blaze, look what you've done!

This mirror was my last chance.

This is all your fault!

(SNIFFLING)

I'm sorry, Blaze. It's not your fault.

It's mine.

It's all mine.

(CRYING)

I wish Terence were here.

I wish we were still friends.

We are friends, Tink.

Terence.

- I am so sorry.

- TERENCE:
I forgive you.

I miss you so much.

I miss you, too. But, Tink, why...

Why didn't you tell me

about the moonstone?

I didn't want anyone to know.

I didn't think

I needed any help, Terence.

I was wrong. I wish you were here.

- I am here.

- I know you are.

But, I mean, really here, with me.

I am with you.

No. I mean here, Terence,

right next to me.

I'm standing behind you.

(GASPS)

Terence!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

I'm so sorry, Terence.

I know, I was so wrong...

Hey, hey. I'm sorry, too.

You know, you were under

a lot of pressure... Whoa! Hey.

- Who's this?

- This is Blaze.

He's been a big help

in some tough spots.

- Well, it's a pleasure to meet you.

- How did you...

I flew all night and all day over the sea,

and just when I was gonna

run out of dust,

I stumbled

into that flying machine of yours.

That thing is awesome!

I only had a pinch of dust left.

It got me all the way here.

You found my balloon?

But where did you even get the dust

to make it this far?

I, you know, borrowed a little extra.

- You broke the rules for me?

- Hey, I knew you needed my help.

(CHITTERING)

(SQUEAKING)

TERENCE:
Run!

Blaze!

(GASPS)

(BOTH GROANING)

(PIANO PLAYING)

TERENCE:
Hold on!

(SCREAMING)

(TERENCE WHOOPS)

(BOTH SCREAMING)

- That was kind of fun.

- What?

(SQUEAKING)

There's our way out.

(TERENCE GROANING)

Terence, buy me some time.

Come on, Blaze.

Back, you dirty rats!

(CHUCKLES)

(ROARING)

(SQUEAKING)

(ROARING)

(LAUGHING)

- Are they gone?

- They're gone.

(DRONING)

Let's go.

Come here, you vicious monster.

(BOTH GROANING)

TERENCE:
Now, how are we

gonna fly this thing?

I used the last of my dust

getting it here.

TINKER BELL:
Well, with any luck,

my pixie-dust bag

should be around here somewhere.

Is it enough?

- Yeah, it's enough. Anchors up.

- Aye-aye, Captain.

Just a little bit of pixie dust up front

will get this baby going.

That should do the trick.

Whoa!

TINKER BELL:
Wow.

I guess it pays

to have a dust-keeper fairy around.

I'm telling you, we just might make it.

Hey, are you okay?

What's gonna happen

when we get back?

Would you happen to have

an extra moonstone?

I don't know if it's gonna help,

but I brought this.

My scepter.

Hey, I've got an idea.

- Terence?

- Right. Right.

No, I know. You need your space.

No. I can't do this without you.

Would you help me?

Sure.

If I turn this, then this can go in here.

Wait a second.

You think this would work?

- Yeah. Yeah!

- Okay, okay.

Set it at a 30-degree angle

so that the reflective qualities

of the moonstone...

TINKER BELL:
Are magnified in relation

to the moonbeam rays.

Yes! You're a genius.

- I almost got it. I just need...

- Like a sharp thingy?

Yeah.

(CHUCKLING)

Excuse me, Blaze.

(TRUMPETING)

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

That's a bit heavier than I remember.

(GASPS)

No, no, no.

It's all right.

Tink will be here any second now.

The blue harvest moon is high.

Rate this script:5.0 / 1 vote