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MS. FIELDMOUSE: Wonderful story.
MR. MOLE: 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.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: No!
MR. MOLE: 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,
MS. FIELDMOUSE: My, yes. Oh, there it is!
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Whatever do you suppose happened to him?
MR. MOLE: Well,
there's one less bird to twitter,
twitter, twitter up there.
THUMBELINA: Oh, Jacquimo. Jacquimo. My dear, dear friend.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Tender little thing.
MR. MOLE: Yes, quite lovely. Ms. Fieldmouse, could I have a word with you?
MS. FIELDMOUSE: I wish you would.
MR. MOLE: You know I have been meaning to take a wife for some time now.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: What a lovely idea.
I find myself sometimes, you know lonely for companionship.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: What could be more natural?
MR. MOLE: And I wonder if...
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Yes?
MR. MOLE: If I could ask you to help me persuade Miss Thumbelina to be my wife?
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Thumbelina?
MR. MOLE: She could keep me company and tell me stories.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Yes.
MR. MOLE: And for your service in helping to arrange this match I will reward you handsomely.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Oh! I will. I will!
MR. MOLE: Dear Ms. Fieldmouse.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Leave the arrangements to me. Thumbelina?
THUMBELINA: I hear your heart. You're not dead, no. Jacquimo. Jacquimo. I'll come back. Tonight.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Thumbelina?
One ice-cold prince coming up.
Where do you want him?
GRUNDEL: There. He looks dead.
MR. BEETLE: Dead? Dead, schmed! What difference does it make?
GRUNDEL: You killed him.
MR. BEETLE: 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?
GRUNDEL: I'm glad you kill prince. It's a deal.
MR. BEETLE: Good. My sources tell me she's buried alive with the mole.
GRUNDEL: Mole? What mole?
MR. BEETLE: If I were you, I'd get my tail over there and save her. Go. Get hopping. Oh, and give me my wings.
GRUNDEL: Where does mole live? I go kick down his door.
MR. BEETLE: Ooh! Ooh! Stop! Stop! What's going on? Where are we going?
GRUNDEL: We go rescue Thumbelina from the mole.
MR. BEETLE: 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.
MR. BEETLE: Why don't you just marry a toad? Ever think about that? Find a pretty toad with warts and marry her.
MR. BEETLE: Toads. I gotta be stuck with toads.
GNATTY: They've got the fairy prince. We've gotta help him.
LI'L BEE: Come on, guys, let's build a fire.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: All the same, we'll make it a thrilling wedding. Why, it's a wonderful match! Mr. Mole is the richest rodent for miles around. Educated, well-dressed, highly thought of... Never mind that he can't see. That's all the better.
THUMBELINA: How can I possibly marry Mr. Mole? I don't love him.
MS. FIELDMOUSE: Love? Love is what we read about in books, my dear.
THUMBELINA: Please be warm, dear friend. Please live. Poor little swallow. I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused you. I know now there's
no place in this big world for little people.
We... We cannot do impossible things. Perhaps I should marry the mole. He could take care of me. He could. I will. I will marry the mole.
JACQUIMO: You are joking?
JACQUIMO: Marry the prince.
THUMBELINA: Jacquimo, you're awake! Oh, Jacquimo! Ow! Ow. Oh, I'm sorry.
JACQUIMO: I have a thorn in my wing.
THUMBELINA: A thorn? Well, let me see. Oh, my goodness. Hold still.
JACQUIMO: Now it will get better.
THUMBELINA: Don't get up.
JACQUIMO: No, no, I go to find the Vale of the Fairies and the prince.
THUMBELINA: You silly bird, don't you understand?
JACQUIMO: Get on my back. I will take you to the green forest.
THUMBELINA: Be realistic. Cornelius is gone.
JACQUIMO: I will find him. Remember...
THUMBELINA: Jacquimo, don't.
JACQUIMO [SINGING]: You're sure to do impossible things
THUMBELINA: Stop! Stop it, Jacquimo!
JACQUIMO: ...your heart Bon voyage, mon amie.
JACQUIMO: Bon voyage!
THUMBELINA: No. Jacquimo. Oh, Jacquimo, stop torturing me. Cornelius is dead.
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Marry the Mole
Let Me Be Your Wings
On the Road
Follow Your Heart
Yer Beautiful, Baby
Thumbelina part 1
2 meet the prince
3 was stolen away
4 find my way home
5 look what I do
6 down from up there
7 have a story to tell
8 be your only love