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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.
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!
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
life 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, Huberts 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 exaulted 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
Fauna:
Tiny
princess, my gift shall be the gift of
song.
Choir:
One gift, the gift of song
Melody her whole life long
The nightengale's her troubadour
Bringing her sweet serenade
to her door
Merryweather:
Sweet princess, my gift shall be
...
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 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.
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!
Maleficent:
Ha,
ha, ha, ha!
Stefan:
Seize
that creature!
Maleficent:
Stand back you fools.
[disappears in a flash of lightning,
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:
Maleficents 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
witches trick a spindle should your
finger prick, a ray of hope there still
may be in this, the gift I give at 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.
Flora:
Silly 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 he
is!
Merryweather:
There he is?
Fauna:
What is
it, Flora?
Flora:
I'm going
to ... shh, shh, shh! Even walls have
ears.
Flora:
Follow me!
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 earnest. You know, sometimes I don't think
she's really very happy.
Flora:
That's
it, of course! It's the only thing she can't
understand, and won't expect.
oh, oh,
now, now ... We have to plan it carefully, let's
see, woodcutters 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!
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:
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? 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.
Flora:
Come
along now, We must tell their majesties at
once.
Fauna:
Flora!
Merryweather:
Flora!
Narrator:
So the
king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as
their most precious
posession, 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
princesses 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.
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:
ha, ha, ha ...
Maleficent:
Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles! Oh, they're
hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.
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.
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.
Narrator:
On this her sixteenth birthday the good
faries had planned a party and
something extra special for her
surprise.
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:
Of
course, we'll need a few pleats
Fauna:
Yes, but
how are we going to get her out of the
house?
Flora:
Oh, I'll think of something.
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 to 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 ...
Flora:
And i'm
making the dress.
Merryweather:
But you can't sow, 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,
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:
But 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.
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 of towards the singing.
While Samson jumps over a log, Phillip gets caught
in a tree and falls off]
Phillip:
Ohhh!
Phillip:
No
carrots!
Briar
Rose:
I wonder,
I wonder,
I wonder why each
little bird
Has a someone to sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little
laugh melody.
I wonder,
I
wonder,
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song going in
To
someone
Will find me
And
bring back a love song
To
me!
[speaking more to
herself than to the birds, but they listen and
answer her]
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 'em. 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, it's 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!
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! [
See Note
#2
]
[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
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