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Chapter 1/3: The Good Fairies devise a plan

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:

Follow me!

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, 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?

Flora:

About the three peasant women raising a foundling child deep in the forest.

Fauna:

Oh, that's very nice of them.

Merryweather:

Who are they?

Flora:

Turn around!

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!

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.

Fauna:

Flora!

Merryweather:

Flora!

Narrator:

So the king and his queen watched with heavy hearts as their most precious posession, their only child, disappeared into the night.

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.

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