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: Good gracious! Who left the mop running? Merryweather
: Stop, mop!
: I'd like to turn her into a fat ol' - hop toad. 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.
: It looks awful. Flora
: That's because it's on you, dear.
: Listen well, all of you.
[clangs her scepter against the floor
: The princess shall indeed grow in grace and beauty, beloved by all who know her. But... before the sun sets on her 16th birthday, she shall prick her finger, on the spindle of a spinning wheel - AND DIE! Queen
: [clutching Aurora
] Oh no!
] King Stefan
: Seize that creature! Maleficent
: Stand back, you fools!
[she disappears in a burst of green fire
: Don't despair, your Majesties. Merryweather still has her gift to give. King 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.
[preparing for Aurora's birthday party
: 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
: Oh, she's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance. Merryweather
] Well... Fauna
: I'm going to make it 15 layers with pink and blue forget-me-nots. Fauna
: 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
: [putting Merryweather on a stool
] Up here, dear. You can be the dummy. Merryweather
: Well, I still say we oughta use magic.
: [referring to the dress
] 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!
: Now, yeast, one tsp. Tsp? Merryweather
: One teaspoon. Fauna
: One teaspoon, of course!
: Rose! Flora
: Rose! Merryweather
: Don't touch... Flora
[their voices echo, Aurora pulls her hand back from the spindle for a moment
: Touch the spindle. Touch it I say!
[Aurora's finger touches the spindle; the fairies enter the room to find Maleficent
: You poor, simple fools. Thinking you could defeat me. Me! The mistress of all evil! Well, *here's* your precious princess!
[she pulls her cape away, revealing Aurora unconscious on the floor; laughing, she disappears
: 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. Chorus
] For true love conquers all!
: She's in love of the...! Merryweather
: Oh, no! Flora
: This is terrible! Princess Aurora
: Why? After all, I am sixteen. Flora
: It isn't that, dear. Fauna
: You're already betrothed. Princess Aurora
: Betrothed? Merryweather
: Since the day you were born. Fauna
: To Prince Phillip, dear. Princess Aurora
: But that's impossible. How could I marry a prince? I'd have to be... Merryweather
: A princess. Fauna
: And you are, dear. Flora
: Princess Aurora. Tonight we're taking you back to your father, King Stefan. Princess Aurora
: But... but I can't! He's coming here tonight. I promised to meet him. Flora
: I'm sorry, child. But you must never see that young man again. Princess Aurora
: Oh no. No! I can't believe it, no! No!
[she runs to her room, sobbing
: [Chasing Aurora up the stairs to the spinning wheel
] Rose! Rose! Don't touch ANYTHING!
[the fairies rush to the cottage to find Phillip's hat on the floor
: Maleficent! Merryweather
: She's got Prince Phillip! Flora
: At the Forbidden Mountain. Fauna
: But we can't, we can't go there! Flora
: We can, and we must!
[after Aurora falls into her enchanted sleep
: Poor King Stefan, and the Queen. Merryweather
: They'll be heartbroken when they find out. Flora
: They're not going to. Merryweather
: They aren't? But... Flora
: We'll put them *all* to sleep, until Rose awakens.
: I'll turn her into a flower. Merryweather
: Maleficent? Flora
] No, 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
: [laughs, then stops abruptly
] Yes... oh dear. Fauna
: She always ruins your nicest flowers.
[Fauna finishes lighting the candles on Aurora's birthday cake and it begins to fall over
: Well, what do you think of it? Flora
: Why, it... it's a very unusual cake, isn't it? Fauna
: Yes... of course, it will be much stiffer after it's baked. Flora
: Of course, dear. Well, what do you think of the dress?
[Aurora's dress which Merryweather is wearing is revealed to be in worse shape than the cake
: Well, uh, it's... it isn't exactly the way it is in the book, is it... Flora
: Oh, I improved it. But perhaps if I added a few more ruffles... eh, what do you think? Fauna
: Um, I think so. What do you think, Merryweather? Merryweather
: 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!
[stalks off and the dress falls apart
: And I still think what I thunk before: I'm going to get those wands.
: You know, I think she's right.
: [on her return from picking berries
] Aunt Flora? Fauna? Merrywether?
[closes the door, but finds the house silent
] Princess Aurora
: Where is everybody? Princess Aurora
: [gasps as she sees her new dress draped over a chair and rushes toward it eagerly
] Oh! Flora
: [appearing from their hiding place
] Surprise! Surprise! Happy Birthday! Princess Aurora
: Oh, you darlings! This is the happiest day of my life! Everything's *so* wonderful!
: [to Aurora, seating her before a mirror
] Now dear, if you'll just sit here. This one last gift, dear child, for thee.
[they conjure up a crown
: The symbol of thy royalty. A crown to wear in grace and beauty; as is thy right, and royal duty.
[Aurora puts her head in her arms and weeps
] Now, dear... Flora
: Come. Let her have a few moments alone.
[they walk out
: It's that boy she met. Fauna
: Whatever are we going to do?
[back in the room, the fire goes out and a hovering green flame appears; Aurora rises, entranced, and begins walking toward it to eerie music
] Ooh, I don't see why she has to marry any old... prince! Fauna
: Now, that's not for us to decide, dear.
[Aurora continues to follow the flame; a doorway appears in the fireplace
: [to Flora
] Maybe we *should* tell King Stefan about the boy. Merryweather
: Well why don't we? Flora
: [listening at the door
] Listen!... Maleficent! Rose!
[they rush in
[they gasp, seeing Aurora step through the doorway in the fireplace
: Oh why did we leave her alone? Rose!
[they rush towards the doorway; it vanishes