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睡 美 人
Narrator: In a far away land, long ago, lived a king and his fair queen. Many years had they longed for a child and finally their wish was granted. A daughter was born, and they called her Aurora. Yes, they named her after the dawn for she filled their lives with sunshine. Then a great holiday was proclaimed throughout the kingdom, so that all of high or low estate might pay homage to the infant princess. And our story begins on that most joyful day.
[a crowd is on its way to the castle]
Choir: Joyfully now to our princess we come, bringing gifts and all good wishes too. We pledge our loyalty anew. Hail to the Princess Aurora! All of her subjects adore her! Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the Princess Aurora! Health to the princess, wealth to the princess, long live the Princess Aurora! Hail Aurora! Hail Aurora! Health to the princess, wealth to the princess, long live the Princess Aurora! Hail to the King! Hail to the Queen! Hail to the Princess Aurora!
[inside the castle]
Narrator: Thus on this great and joyous day did all the kingdom celebrate the long awaited royal birth. And good King Stefan and his Queen made welcome their live long friend.
Announcer: Their royal highnesses, King Hubert and Prince Phillip.
Narrator: Fondly had these monarchs dreamed one day their kingdoms to unite. Thus today would they announce that Phillip, Hubert's son and heir, to Stefan's child would be betrothed. And so to her his gift he brought, and looked, unknowing, on his future bride.
Announcer: The most honored and exalted excellencies, the three good fairies. Mistress Flora, Mistress Fauna, and Mistress Merryweather.
Fairies: [at the cradle] Oh, the little darling! [to the king] Your majesties,
Flora: Each of us the child may bless with a single gift. No more, no less. [at the cradle] Little princess, my gift shall be the gift of beauty.
Choir: One gift, beauty rare. Full of sunshine in her hair. Lips that shame the red, red rose. She'll walk with springtime wherever she goes. (The song now goes "Gold of sunshine in her hair".)
Fauna: Tiny princess, my gift shall be the gift of song.
Choir: One gift, the gift of song. Melody her whole life long. The nightingale's her troubadour. Bringing her sweet serenade to her door.
Merryweather: Sweet princess, my gift shall be...
[A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open. Lightening and thunder. Maleficent appears]
Flora: Why, it's Maleficent!
Merryweather: What does she want here?
Fauna: Shhh!
Maleficent: Well, quite a glittering assemblage, King Stefan. Royalty, nobility, the gentry, and, how quaint, even the rebel. (I believe this line has been rewritten to read "even the rabble".)
[Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]
Maleficent: I really felt quite distressed of not receiving an invitation.
Merryweather: You weren't wanted!
Maleficent: Not wa...? Oh dear, what an awkward situation. I had hoped it was merely due to some oversight. Well, in that event, I'd best be on my way.
Queen: And you're not offended, your excellency?
Maleficent: Why no, your majesty. And to show I bear no ill will, I, too, shall bestow a gift on the child.
[The fairies protect the cradle]
Maleficent: Listen well, all of you! The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But, before the sun sets on her sixteenth birthday, she shall prick her finger on the spindle of a spinning wheel and die.
Queen: Oh no! [takes the child in her arms]
Maleficent: Ha, ha, ha, ha!
Stefan: Seize that creature!
Maleficent: Stand back you fools! [disappears in a flash of lightening, laughing]
Flora: Don't despair, your majesties. Merryweather still has her gift to give.
Stefan: Then she can undo this fearful curse?
Merryweather: Oh no, sire.
Flora: Maleficent's powers are far too great.
Fauna: But she can help!
Merryweather: But...
Fauna: Just do your best, dear.
Flora: Yes...
Merryweather: Sweet princess, if through this wicked witch's trick a spindle should your finger prick, a ray of hope there still may be in this, the gift I give to thee. Not in death but just in sleep, the fateful prophecy you'll keep, and from this slumber you shall wake when true love's kiss the spell shall break.
Choir: For true love conquers all.
Narrator: But King Stefan, still fearful of his daughter's life, did then and there decree that every spinning wheel in the kingdom should on that very day be burnt. So it was done.
[The fairies alone in the castle, drinking tea]
Flora: Sill fiddle faddle!
Fauna: Now, come have a nice cup of tea, dear. I'm sure it'll work out somehow.
Merryweather: Well, a bonfire won't stop Maleficent.
Flora: Of course not. But what will?
Fauna: Well, perhaps if we reason with her.
Flora: Reason?
Merryweather: With Maleficent?
Fauna: Well, she can't be all bad.
Flora: Oh, yes, she can.
Merryweather: I'd like to turn her into a fat ole hoptoad!
Fauna: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.
Flora: Besides, we can't. You know our magic doesn't work that way.
Fauna: It can only do good, dear, to bring joy and happiness.
Merryweather: Well, that would make me happy.
Flora: But there must be some way ... There is!
Merryweather: There is?
Fauna: What is it, Flora?
Flora: I'm going to ... shh, shh, shh! Even wall have ears.
[Flora sneaks around the corners]
Flora: Follow me!
[Flora minimizes herself, the other two follow her into the insides of a something on the table]
Flora: I'll turn her into a flower!
Merryweather: Maleficent?
Flora: Oh no, dear, the princess!
Fauna: Oh she'd make a lovely flower.
Flora: Don't you see, a flower can't prick its finger.
Merryweather: It hasn't any.
Fauna: That's right.
Flora: She'll be perfectly safe.
Merryweather: Until Maleficent sends a frost.
Flora: Yes, a ... oh dear!
Fauna: She always ruins your nicest flowers.
Flora: You're right. And she'll be expecting us to do something like that.
Merryweather: But what won't she expect, she knows everything.
Fauna: Oh but she doesn't dear. Maleficent doesn't know anything about love, or kindness, or the joy of helping others. You know, sometimes I don't think she's really very happy.
Flora: [getting excited] That's it, of course! It's the only thing she can't understand, and won't expect. [to herself] oh, oh, now, now ... We have to plan it carefully, let's see, the woodcutter's cottage, yes, yes, the abandoned one, of course the King and Queen will object, but when we explain it's the only way ...
Merryweather: Explain what?
Flora: About the three peasant women raising a foundling child deep in the forest.
Fauna: Oh, that's very nice of them.
Merryweather: Who are they?
Flora: Turn around!
[While Merryweather and Fauna turn around to face a mirror, Flora changes their outfit to peasantness]
Fauna: iih ... why, it's ... us!
Merryweather: You mean, we us?
Fauna: Take care of the baby?
Flora: Why not?
Fauna: Oh, I'd like that!
Merryweather: [notices that her dress is pink and changes its color to blue] Well, yes, yes, but will we have to feed it?
Fauna: And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh I'd love it.
Merryweather: You really think we can?
Flora: If humans can do it, so can we.
Merryweather: And we have our magic to help us.
Fauna: That's right.
Flora: Oh, no, no, no, no, no magic! I'll take those wands right now. Oh, better get rid of those wings, too.
Merryweather: You mean, live like mortals? For sixteen years? [Flora removes Merryweather's wings] Now, we don't know how. We've never done anything without magic.
Flora: And that's why Maleficent will never suspect.
Merryweather: But who'll wash, and cook?
Flora: Oh, we'll all pitch in.
Fauna: I'll take care of the baby!
Flora: Let me have it, dear. [still hunting for Merryweather's wand]
Flora: Come along now, We must tell their majesties at once.
[Flora changes herself to normal size, but first forgets about Fauna and Merryweather]
Fauna: Flora!
Merryweather: Flora!
[Flora notices and blows up Fauna and Merryweather. They leave the room
[Outside the castle. We see Stefan and the Queen at a balcony looking down towards the fairies carrying the baby away]
Narrator: So the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious possession, their only child, disappeared into the night.
[the storybook]
Narrator: Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Stefan and his people. But as the time for the princess's sixteenth birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Maleficent's domain, the forbidden mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.
[inside Maleficent's castle. Maleficent talks to her search patrol]
Maleficent: It's incredible, sixteen years and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air. Are you sure you searched everywhere?
1st servant: yeah, yeah, anywhere, we all...
2nd servant: yeah, yeah!
Maleficent: But what about the town, the forests, the mountains?
1st servant: We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles.
Maleficent: Cradle?
1st servant: Yeah, yeah, every cradle.
Maleficent: [angry] Cradle? [to her pet raven] Did you hear that my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby! [laughing] oh, oh, ha, ha, ha...
Servants: [join laughter] ha, ha, ha...
Maleficent: [abruptly stops laughing] [angry] Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles! [drives her search patrol away] [alone with her pet again] Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil. [talking to the raven] My pet, you are my last hope. Circle far and wide, search for a maid of sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me. [pet flies away]
[The camera approaches a house in the woods]
Narrator: And so for sixteen long years the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery, while deep in the forest, in a woodcutter's cottage, the good fairies carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had reared the child as their own and called her Briar Rose.
[A window of the cottage opens, and Briar rose appears, humming some tune]
Narrator: On this her sixteenth birthday the good fairies had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise.
[The camera turns downward. The fairies sit over a book of dresses]
Merryweather: How about this one?
Flora: This is the one I picked.
Fauna: Oh she'll look beautiful in it.
Flora: Now I thought a few changes here...
Merryweather: Aha
Fauna: Don't forget a pretty bow...
Flora: And there's the shoulder line.
Merryweather: We'll make it blue.
Flora: Oh no, dear, pink.
Merryweather: But...
Flora: Oh course, we'll need a few more pleats.
Fauna: Yes, but how are we going to get her out of the house?
Flora: Oh, I'll think of something.
[Briar Rose comes down the stairs and finds the fairies]
Briar Rose: Well, and what are you three dears up to?
Merryweather: Up to?
Fauna: Up to?
Flora: Up to?
Flora: eh, eh, eh, we, we, well, we, we...
Merryweather: Want you to pick some berries.
Flora: That's it, berries!
Briar Rose: Berries?
Fauna: Lots of berries.
Briar Rose: But I picked berries yesterday.
Flora: Oh, we need more, dear.
Fauna: Lots, lots more.
Flora: Yes!
[The fairies push Briar Rose out of the house]
Flora: Now don't hurry back, dear.
Merryweather: And don't go too far.
Flora: And don't speak to strangers.
Fauna: Goodbye, dear!
Merryweather: Goodbye!
Flora: Goodbye!
Briar Rose: Goodbye!
[The fairies close the door and get back inside]
Merryweather: I wonder if she suspects.
Flora: Of course not, come on. Will she be surprised!
Merryweather: A real birthday party.
Fauna: With a real birthday cake.
Flora: Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of.
Merryweather: I'll get the wands.
Flora: Yes, you... the wands?
Fauna: Oh no.
Flora: No magic!
Merryweather: But the sixteen years are almost over.
Flora: We're taking no chances.
Merryweather: But, I never baked a fancy cake.
Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear.
Fauna: I'm going to bake the cake.
Merryweather: You?
Flora: She's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.
Merryweather: Well,...
Fauna: I'm going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue, forgive-me-nots... (She says "forget-me-knots", which is a small flower.)
Flora: And I'm making the dress.
Merryweather: But you can't sew, and she's never cooked!
Flora: Oh, it's simple.
Fauna: All you do is follow the book.
[Flora directs Merryweather to stand on a chair]
Flora: Up here dear, you can be the dummy.
Merryweather: Well, I still say we ought to use magic.
[Flora throws a sheet of pink cloth above Merryweather and begins cutting with a pair of scissors. Fauna has laid all the ingredients for the cake before her.]
Fauna: [reads from the book] Flour, three cups. [searching] Cups, cups, cups, cups... [finds three cups of different sizes and uses them to pour flour into the bowl] One, two, three.
[Flora has cut a circular hole into the sheet]
Merryweather: What's that for?
Flora: Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom.
Fauna: That's for the feet to go through.
Merryweather: It's pink!
Flora: Oh, lovely shade, isn't it.
Merryweather: but I wanted it blue.
Flora: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color.
Merryweather: You decided!
Fauna: [still reads from the book] Two eggs, fold in gently. Fold? Oh well.
[Fauna puts two eggs into the bowl and starts to fold them in. We hear their shells cracking. Merryweather is completely hulled into the pink cloth]
Merryweather: I can't breathe!
[Flora cuts the cloth open at the top. Merryweather takes a look at the dress from the inside]
Merryweather: It looks awful.
Flora: That's because it's on you, dear.
Fauna: [at her cake] Now yeast, one tsp. tsp?
Merryweather: One teaspoon!
Fauna: One teaspoon, of course.
[Flora measures some size of the dress]
Flora: Oh gracious how the child has grown.
Merryweather: Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here.
Fauna: Just a tiny baby.
[Merryweather loses a tear]
Flora: Why Merryweather!
Fauna: Whatever's the matter, dear?
Merryweather: After the day she'll be a princess, and we won't have any Briar Rose.
Fauna: Oh Flora!
Flora: We all knew this day had to come.
Fauna: Buy why did it have to come so soon?
Flora: After all, we've had her for sixteen years.
Merryweather: Sixteen wonderful years.
Flora: Good gracious, we're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started.
[Briar Rose walking through the forest. She starts to sing. Birds answer her singing and wake other animals, like chipmunks, rabbits and one owl. They all come listening]
[The camera turns to the background, where Phillip rides on his horse. Briar Rose's singing is still faintly heard]
Phillip: [to his horse] Hear that, Samson? Beautiful! What is it? Come on, let's find out. [turns his horse around, but it struggles back] Oh, come on! For an extra bucket of oats, and a few carrots? [horse nods with his head] Hop boy!
[They ride off towards the singing. While Samson jumps over a log, Phillip gets caught in a tree and falls off]
Phillip: Ohhh!
[Phillip is heard splashing into the water. Samson holds and looks at him. Phillip sprinkles some water at Samson]
Phillip: No carrots!
[The camera turns again to Briar Rose. She's surrounded by the animals of the forest, picks berries and sings]
Briar Rose: I wonder,
I wonder,
I wonder why each little bird
Has a someone to sing to,
Sweet things to
A gay little love melody.
I wonder,
I wonder,
If my heart keeps singing
will my song go winging
To someone
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song to me!
Briar Rose: Oh dear, why do they still treat me like a child?
Owl: Who?
Briar Rose: Why, Flora and Fauna and Merryweather. They never want me to meet anyone. [to the animals] But you know something? I fooled them. I have met someone!
Owl: Who? Who? Who? [the animals get more and more excited as she tells the story]
Briar Rose: Oh, a prince. Well, he's tall and handsome and...and so romantic. Oh we walked together, and talked together, and just before we say goodbye, he takes me in his arms, and then...I wake up. [the animals sink their heads]
Briar Rose: Yes, its' only in my dreams. But they say if you dream a thing more than once, it's sure to come true. And I've seen him so many times!
[A chipmunk sees the prince's wet clothes hanging in a tree. He and the other animals put their heads together, make a plan and get over to that tree]
Phillip: You know Samson, there was something strange about that voice. Too beautiful to be real. Maybe it was a mysterious being, a wood sprite... [Samson sees the animals running off with the clothes and neighs] There, stop!
[The owl dresses in Phillip's cape and hat and is lifted by birds, one rabbit each take the shoes, and together they approach Briar Rose]
Briar Rose: Oh, why, it's my dream prince! [laughs] Your highness! No, I'm really not supposed to speak to strangers. But we've met before! [dances with her 'dream prince' singing]
I know you
I walked with you
Once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a-gleam
[Phillip and Samson approach the scene, but hide behind a tree]
Briar Rose: And I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once upon a dream
[While Briar Rose turns around, Phillip grabs the animals and places himself instead. Briar Rose still can't see him]
Briar Rose: But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once [Phillip joins her singing]
Both: The way you did [Briar Rose stops to sing, Phillip continues]
Phillip: Once upon a dream
Briar Rose: Oh? [turns around and sees Phillip] Oh! [tries halfheartedly to run off, but is held by Phillip]
Phillip: I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.
Briar Rose: Oh it wasn't that. It's just that you're a, a...
Phillip: A stranger?
Briar Rose: Hmm-hmm.
Phillip: But don't you remember? We've met before!
Briar Rose: We, we have?
Phillip: Of course, you said so yourself: Once upon a dream! [sings] I know you, I walked with you once upon a dream. I know you, the gleam in your eyes is so familiar a gleam
[We see them from remote waltzing at a lake]
Choir: And I know it's true
That visions are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did
Once upon a dream
[They stop dancing. Phillip lays his arm around Briar Rose]
Phillip: Who are you, what's your name?
Briar Rose: Hmm? Oh, my name. Why, it's, it's ... Oh no, no, I can't, I ... Goodbye! [runs off]
Phillip: But when will I see you again?
Briar Rose: Oh never, never!
Phillip: Never?
Briar Rose: Well, maybe someday.
Phillip: When, tomorrow?
Briar Rose: Oh no, this evening.
Phillip: Where?
Briar Rose: At the cottage, in the glen.
[Inside the cottage. Fauna is lighting the candles on the cake, which starts to melt down. She tries to hold it with a broom]
Fauna: Well, what do you think of it?
[Merryweather is still standing as a dolly in a bad joke of a dress]
Flora: Why, it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?
Fauna: Yes. Of course it'll be much stiffer after it's baked.
Flora: Of course, dear. What do you think of the dress?
Fauna: Well, it's not exactly the way it is in the book, is it?
Flora: Well, I improved a bit! But perhaps if I added a few more ruffolds? What do you think?
Fauna: I think so. What do you think, Merryweather?
Merryweather: [struggles out of the dress, which falls to pieces] I think we've had enough of this nonsense. 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. [going off]
Fauna: You know, I think she's right.
Merryweather: Here they are, good as new.
Flora: Careful, Merryweather! Quick, lock the doors. Fauna, you close the windows. Plug up every cranny. We can't take any chances! And now, [to Fauna] you take care of the cake,
Merryweather: While I...
Flora: Clean the