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 exalted 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 nightingale's her troubadour
Bringing her sweet serenade
to her door
Merryweather:
Sweet princess, my gift shall be ...
[A blow of the wind, the door of the castle swings open. Lightning and thunder. Maleficent appears]
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.
[Merryweather starts angrily starts to fly towards Maleficent but is held back by Flora]
Merryweather:
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.
[The fairies protect the cradle]
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! [takes the child in her arm]
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:
Maleficent's 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.
[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.
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 follow her into the insides of a something on the table]
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, som