Lionwing Adventures in Sleeping Beauty part 2

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:
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
Tygrus: Maybe we can help with that
Flora: I saw you four eariler what are your names
Thundara: Right I'm Thundara, and this is Tygrus, Atticus, and Thorax
Thorax: We want to help protect the baby
Thundara: How
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 sneaks around the corners
Flora:
Follow me!
(Flora minimizes herself, the other two along with the teamfollow her into the insides of a something on the table)
Flora:
I'll turn her into a flower!
Merryweather:
Maleficent?
Florah 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.
Tygrus: Plus I'm allergic to flowers
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:
(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,
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?
Thundara: What are you planning
Flora:
About the seven peasants 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 outfits to peasant dress)
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!
Atticus: Wonderful idea
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!
Tygrus: quickly
(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 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 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.
(Inside Maleficent's castle. Maleficent talks to her search patrol with Steeljaw the deception watching)
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?
First Servant:
yeah, yeah, anywhere, we all ...
Second Servant:
yeah, yeah!
Maleficent:
But what about the town, the forests, the mountains?
First Servant:
We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles.
Maleficent:
Cradle?
First 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 ...
Steeljaw: They failed
Maleficent:
(abruptly stops laughing and turns angry)
Fools! Idiots! Imbeciles!
(drives her search patrol away and ends up alone with her pet again)
Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.
(talking to both the raven and Steeljaw)
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)
Steeljaw: I won't you down
(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.
Tygrus: Like a real princess
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?
Thundara: Leave that part to me and Thorax
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 to far.
Flora:
And don't speak to strangers.
Fauna:
Goodbye, dear!
Tygrus: Go for it Thundara and Thorax
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.
Tygrus: Unless you want to blow our cover
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, forget-me-nots ...
Atticus: I'll help you Fauna  
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 top of Tygrus's back)
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.
Tygrus: Can you please get off of me
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.
Tygrus: Good thing Thundara isn't see this
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.
End of part 2