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FAUNA: Well, she can't be all bad.
MERRYWEATHER: Oh, yes, she can! Ooh, I'd like to turn her into a fat, old hoptoad.
FAUNA: Now, dear, that isn't a very nice thing to say.
FLORA: Besides, we can't.
FAUNA: You know our magic doesn't work that way.
It can only do good to bring joy and happiness.
MERRYWEATHER: Well, that would make me happy.
FLORA: But there must be some way. There is!
FAUNA: There is? What is it, Flora?
FLORA: I'm going to. Even walls have ears. Follow me. I'll turn her into a flower.
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.
FAUNA: It hasn't any.
FLORA: That's right. She'll be perfectly safe.
MERRYWEATHER: Until Maleficent sends a frost.
FLORA: Yes! 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: Oh! Well, 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: That's it! Of course. It's the only thing she can't understand and won't expect. Now, now, now, we'll 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? Oh, that's very nice of them.
MERRYWEATHER: Who are they?
FLORA: Turn around.
FAUNA: Eww! Why, it's us!
MERRYWEATHER: You mean, we us?
FAUNA: Take care of the baby?
FLORA: Why not? Oh,
MERRYWEATHER: I'd like that! Well, yes, but we'd have to feed it a...
FAUNA: And wash it and dress it and rock it to sleep. Oh, I'd love it.
MERRYWEATHER: Do you really think we can?
FLORA: If humans can do it, so can we. And we'd have our magic to help us.
FAUNA: That's right.
FLORA: 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: Now, now, we don't know how.
MERRYWEATHER: 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. Let me have it, dear.
FLORA: Come along now. We must tell their Majesties at once.
NARRATOR: So the King and his Queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious possession, their only child, disappeared into the night. 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.
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?
GOON: Yes, yes, uh, everywhere. We all did.
MALEFICENT: And what about the town? The forest? The mountains?
GOON: Yeah, we searched mountains, uh, uh, uh, uh, forests. and, uh, houses, and, uh.
MALEFICENT: Let me see.
GOON: Uh, and all the cradles.
GOON: Yep, yep. Every cradle.
MALEFICENT: Cradle? Did you hear that, my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby. 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. On this, her sixteenth birthday, the good fairies had planned a party and something extra special for a surprise.
MERRYWEATHER: Well, now, how about this one?
FLORA: This is the one I picked.
FAUNA: Oh, she'll look beautiful in that.
FLORA: Now, I thought a few changes here.
FAUNA: And don't forget a pretty bow.
FLORA: Yes, and raise the shoulder line.
MERRYWEATHER: We'll make it blue. FLORA: Oh, no, dear, pink. MERRYWEATHER: But ... Of course, we'll need a few pleats. FAUNA: Yes, but how are we gonna get her out of the house? FLORA: Oh, I'll think of something. ROSE: Well and what are you three dears up to, FLORA: Up to? MERRYWEATHER: We want you to pick some berries. FLORA: That's it, berries! ROSE: Berries? FAUNA: Lots of berries. ROSE: But I picked berries yesterday. FLORA: Oh, we need more, dear. MERRYWEATHER: Lots, lots more. FAUNA: Yes! FLORA: Now don't hurry back, dear. MERRYWEATHER: But don't go too far. FLORA: And don't speak to strangers. FAUNA: Good-bye, dear. ROSE: Good-bye! MERRYWEATHER: I wonder if she suspects. FLORA: Of course not. Come on! MERRYWEATHER: Oh, will she be surprised. FAUNA: A real birthday party. 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 can. The wands? Oh, no! No magic! MERRYWEATHER: But the sixteen years are almost over. FLORA: We're taking no chances. MERRYWEATHER: But I've never baked a fancy cake. FLORA: Oh, you won't have to, dear. FAUNA: I'm going to bake the cake. MERRYWEATHER: You? FLORA: Oh, she's always wanted to, dear. And this is her last chance. FLORA: Well. I'm going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. FLORA: And I'm making the dress. MERRYWEATHER: But you can't sew, and she's never cooked. FLORA: Oh, it's simple! All you do is follow the book. Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. MERRYWEATHER: Well, I still say we ought to use magic. FAUNA: Flour, three cups. Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups, cups, cups. One, two, three. MERRYWEATHER: What's that for? FLORA: Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom. That's for the feet to go through. It's pink. Oh, lovely shade, isn't it? MERRYWEATHER: But I wanted it blue. FLORA: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color. MERRYWEATHER: You decided!
Hail the Princess Aurora
Once Upon a Dream