I know you
I walked with you|once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes|is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true
That visions are seldom|all they seem
But if I know you|I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did|once upon a dream
In a faraway land|long ago...
lived a king|and his fair queen.
Many years had they|longed for a child,
and finally their wish|was granted.
A daughter was born,|and they called her Aurora.
Sweet Aurora
Yes, they named her|after the dawn,
for she filled their lives|with sunshine.
Then a great holiday was proclaimed|throughout the kingdom...
so that all of|high or low estate...
might pay homage|to the infant princess.
And our story begins|on that most joyful day.
On that joyful day
On that joyful day
Joyfully now|to our Princess we come
Bringing gifts|and all good wishes too
We pledge our loyalty anew
Hail to the Princess Aurora
All of her subjects|adore her
Hail to the King|Hail to the Queen
Hail to the Princess Aurora
Health to the Princess|Wealth to the Princess
Long live the Princess Aurora
Hail, Aurora
Hail, Aurora
Health to the Princess|Wealth to the Princess
Long live the Princess Aurora
Hail to the King|Hail to the Queen
Hail to the Princess Aurora
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 lifelong friend.
Their Royal Highnesses,
King Hubert|and Prince Phillip!
Fondly had these monarchs|dreamed one day...
their kingdoms to unite.
Thus, today would they announce|that Phillip, Hubert's 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.
Their most honoured|and exalted excellencies,
the Three Good Fairies!
Mistress Flora,
Mistress Fauna...
and Mistress Merryweather!
- Oh!|- Oh!|- The little darling.
- Your Majesties.|- Your Majesties.|- Your Majesties.
Each of us the child|may bless with a single gift,
no more, no less.
Little Princess,
my gift shall be|the gift of beauty.
One gift
Beauty rare
Gold of sunshine
In her hair
Lips that shame|the red, red rose
She'll walk with springtime
Wherever she goes
Tiny Princess,
my gift shall be|the gift of song.
One gift
The gift of song
Melody her whole life long
The nightingale's|her troubadour
Bringing his sweet serenade|to her door
Sweet Princess,|my gift shall be the...
- Why, it's Maleficent.|- What does she want here?|- Shh!
Well, quite a glittering|assemblage, King Stefan.
Royalty, nobility,
the gentry, and...
How quaint.|Even the rabble.
I really felt quite distressed|at not receiving an invitation.
- You weren't wanted.|- 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.
And you're not offended,|Your Excellency?
Why, no, Your Majesty.
And to show|I bear no ill will,
I, too, shall bestow|a gift on the child.
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.
Oh, no!
Seize that creature!
Stand back, you fools!
Don't despair, Your Majesties.
Merryweather still|has her gift to give.
Then she can undo|this fearful curse?
Oh, no, Sire.
Maleficent's powers|are far too great.
But she can help.
- But...|- Just do your best, dear.
Yes, go on.
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.
For true love
Conquers all
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 burned.
So 'twas done.
Oh, silly fiddle-faddle!
Now, come have|a nice cup of tea, dear.
I'm sure it'll|work out somehow.
Well, a bonfire|won't stop Maleficent.
Of course not.|But what will?
- Well, perhaps if we reason with her.|- Reason?
- With Maleficent?|- Well, she can't be all bad.
Oh, yes, she can!
Ooh, I'd like to turn her|into a fat, old hoptoad.
Now, dear, that isn't|a very nice thing to say.
Besides, we can't. You know|our magic doesn't work that way.
It can only do good, dear,|to bring joy and happiness.
Well, that would|make me happy.
But there must be some way.
- There is!|- There is?
- What is it, Flora?|- I'm going to...
Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!|Even walls have ears.
Follow me.
I'll turn her into a flower.
- Maleficent?|- Oh, no, dear. The Princess.
Oh, she'd make|a lovely flower.
Don't you see? A flower|can't prick its finger.
- It hasn't any.|- That's right.
- She'll be perfectly safe.|- Until Maleficent sends a frost.
Yes! Eh... Oh, dear.
She always ruins|your nicest flowers.
You're right. And she'll be|expecting us to do something like that.
Oh! Well, what won't she expect?|She knows everything.
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.
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...
Explain what?
About the three peasant women|raising a foundling child...
deep in the forest.
- Oh? Oh, that's very nice of them.|- Who are they?
Turn around.
- Eww!|- Why, it's us!
- Uh-huh.|- You mean, "we" us?
- Uh-huh.|- Take care of the baby?
- Why not?|- Oh, I'd like that!
Well, y-yes, but w-w-we'd|have to feed it a...
And wash it and dress it|and rock it to sleep.
- Oh, I'd love it.|- Do you really think we can?
If humans can do it,|so can we.
- And we'd have our magic to help us.|- That's right.
No, no, no, no, no, no!|No magic!
I'll take those wands|right now.
Oh, better get rid|of those wings too.
You mean live like mortals?|For sixteen years?
- Uh-huh.|- B-Bu... Now, now, we...|we don't know how.
We've never done anything|without magic.
And that's why Maleficent|will never suspect...
- But... But who'll wash?|- And cook?
- Oh, we'll all pitch in.|- I'll take care of the baby.
Let me have it, dear.
Come along now. We must tell|their Majesties at once.
- Flora?|- Flora?
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.
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?
Yes, yes, uh, everywhere.
- We all did.|- Yeah, yeah!
Uh-huh, yeah.
And what about the town?|The forest? The mountains?
Yeah, we searched mountains,|uh, uh, uh, uh, forests...
and, uh, houses, and, uh...
Let me see.|Uh, and all the cradles.
- Cradle?|- Yep, yep.
Every cradle.
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.
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.
- Well, now, how about this one?|- This is the one I picked.
Oh, she'll look|beautiful in that.
- Now, I thought a few changes here.|- Uh-huh.
- And don't forget a pretty bow.|- Yes, and raise the shoulder line.
- We'll make it blue.|- Oh, no, dear, pink.
- But...|- Of course, we'll need a few pleats.
Yes, but how are we gonna|get her out of the house?
Oh, I'll think of something.
Well, and what are|you three dears up to?
- Up to?|- Up to?|- Up to?
Uh, uh... Th-Th-The...|Cr... Uh...
Well, we... Uh, we... W-We...
- We want you to pick some berries.|- That's it, berries!
- Berries?|- Lots of berries.
- But l-I picked berries yesterday.|- Oh, w-we need more, dear.
- Lots, lots more.|- Yes!
- Now don't hurry back, dear.|- But don't go too far.
- And don't speak to strangers.|- Goodbye, dear.
- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!|- Goodbye!
- I wonder if she suspects.|- Of course not.
Come on!|Oh, will she be surprised.
A real birthday party.
With a real birthday cake.
Yes, and a dress|a princess can be proud of.
- I'll get the wands.|- Yes, you can, uh... The wands?
- Oh, no!|- No magic!
But the sixteen years|are almost over.
We're taking no chances.
But I've never baked|a fancy cake.
Oh, you won't have to, dear.
I'm going to bake the cake.
- You?|- Oh, she's always wanted to, dear.
- And this is her last chance.|- Well...
I'm going to make it fifteen layers|with pink and blue forget-me-nots.
And I'm making the dress.
But you can't sew,|and she's never cooked.
- Oh-ho-ho, it's simple!|- All you do is follow the book.
Up here, dear.|You can be the dummy.
Well, I still say|we ought to use magic.
"Flour, three cups."
Cups, cups, cups, cups,|cups, cups, cups.
Oh.
One, two, three.
- What's that for?|- 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?
- But I wanted it blue.|- Now, dear,
we decided|pink was her colour.
You decided!
"Two eggs. Fold in gently."
Fold? Uh, oh, well.
I can't breathe!
Let me out of here.
- It looks awful.|- That's because it's on you, dear.
"Now, yeast, one tsp."|"Tsp."?
One teaspoon.
- Oh, one teaspoon, of course!|- Hmm!
Oh, gracious,|how that child has grown.
Oh, it seems only yesterday|we brought her here.
Just a tiny baby.
- Why, Merryweather.|- What ever is the matter, dear?
After today,|she'll be a princess,
and we won't have|any Briar Rose.
- Oh, Flora!|- Now, now, now, now.
Well, we... we all knew|this day had to come.
But why did it|have to come so soon?
After all, we've had her|for sixteen years.
Sixteen wonderful years.
Oh, gracious! We're acting|like a lot of ninnies.
Come on. She'll be back|before we get started.
You hear that, Samson?
Beautiful.
What is it?
Come on.|Let's find out.
Aw, come on.|For an extra bucket of oats?
And a few carrots?
Hup, boy!
Whoa!
No carrots.
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder why|each little bird
Has a someone
To sing to
Sweet things to
A gay little love melody
I wonder
I wonder
If my heart keeps singing
Will my song go winging
To someone
Who'll find me
And bring back a love song
To me
Oh, dear.
Why do they still|treat me like a child?
Who?
Aunt Flora and Fauna|and Merryweather.
They never want me|to meet anyone.
But you know something?
I fooled them.
I have met someone.
Who?
Who? Who?
Oh, a prince.
Well, he's tall|and handsome and...
and so romantic.
Oh, we walk together|and talk together,
and just before|we say goodbye,
he takes me in his arms...
and then...
I wake up.
Yes, it's only in my dreams.
But they say if you dream|a thing more than once,
it's sure to come true;
and I've seen him|so many times.
You know, Samson,
there was something strange|about that voice.
Too beautiful to be real.
Maybe it was some mysterious|being, a wood sprite or a...
Here, stop!
Why, it's my dream prince.
Your Highness.
You know, I'm really not|supposed to speak to strangers,
but we've met before.
I know you
I walked with you|once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true
That visions|are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did|once upon a dream
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
- The way you...|- The way you did
Once upon a dream
Oh! Oh!
I'm awfully sorry.|I didn't mean to frighten you.
Oh, it, uh, wasn't that.
It's just that you're a... a...
- A stranger?|- Mm-hmm.
But don't you remember?|We've met before.
- We... We have?|- Well, of course. You said so yourself.
Once upon a dream.
I know you
I walked with you|once upon a dream
I know you
The gleam in your eyes|is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true
That visions|are seldom all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did
Once upon a dream
Who are you?
What's your name?
Hmm?
Oh, my name.
Why, it's... it's...
Oh, no, no, I can't! L...
- Goodbye!|- But when will I see you again?
- Oh, never! Never!|- Never?
- Well, maybe someday.|- When? Tomorrow?
Oh, no! This evening!
- Where?|- At the cottage in the glen.
There. Ooh!
- Well, what do you think of it?|- Why, it's...
It's a very unusual cake,|isn't it?
Yes. Of course, it'll be|much stiffer after it's baked.
Of course, dear. Um, what|do you think of the dress?
Well, i-it's, uh...
l-It's not exactly the way|it is in the book, is it?
Oh, I improved it.
But perhaps if I added a few more|ruffles, uh... Uh, what do you think?
Um, I think so.|What do you think, 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.
I still think|what I thunk before.
I'm going to get those wands.
You know, I think she's right.
Here they are, good as new.
Ah, ah, ah!|C-C-C-C-C-Careful, Merryweather!
Quick, lock the doors.
Uh, Fauna, you close the windows.|Oh, block up every cranny.
We can't take any chances.
Now, you take care|of the cake.
- While l...|- Clean the room, dear.
And I'll make the dress.|Now hurry!
Ooh!
Come on, bucket, mop, broom.
Flora says clean up the room.
And now to make|a lovely dress...
fit to grace a fair princess.
Eggs, flour, minute...
Just do it like it says here|in the book. I'll put on the candles.
Oh, no, not pink.|Make it blue.
Merryweather!|Make it pink.
Make it blue.
Oh, pink!
Blue.
Ohh, now look|what you've done!
Shh, shh, shh! Listen.
- It's Rose.|- She's back. Enough|of this foolishness.
Make it pink.|Now hide, quick!
- Blue.|- Aunt Flora!
Good gracious!|Who left the mop running?
Stop, mop.
Aunt Flora! Fauna!
Merryweather!
Where is everybody? Oh!
- Surprise! Surprise!|- Surprise! Surprise!|- Surprise!
- Happy birthday!|- Oh, you darlings!
This is the happiest day|of my life.
Everything's so wonderful.
- Just wait 'til you meet him.|- Him?
- Rose!|- Y-You've met some stranger?
Oh, he's not a stranger.|We've met before.
- You have?|- Where?
Once upon a dream.
I know you
I walked with you|once upon a dream
- She's in love!|- Oh, no.
This is terrible.
Why? After all,|I am sixteen.
- It isn't that, dear.|- You're already betrothed.
- Betrothed?|- Since the day you were born.
- To Prince Phillip, dear.|- But that's impossible.
How could I marry a prince?|I'd have to be...
- A princess.|- And you are, dear.
Princess Aurora.
Tonight, we're taking you back|to your father, King Stefan.
But... But I can't.
He's coming here tonight.|I promised to meet him.
I'm sorry, child, but you must|never see that young man again.
Oh, no! No!
I can't believe it! No! No!
And we thought|she'd be so happy.
No sign of her yet, Hubert.
'Course not. It's a good|half hour 'til sunset.
Ah, excellent bird.
Oh, now, come, man!
Buck up! Battle's over!
Girl's as good as here.
I'm sorry, Hubert,|but after sixteen years...
of worrying, never knowing...
The past! All in the past.
Tonight, we toast|the future...
with something I've been saving|for sixteen years.
Here. To the future!
Right, Hubert.|To the future.
- Skumps, skumps|- Skumps
- A toast to this night|- The outlook is rosy
The future is bright
Our children will marry|Our kingdoms unite
Skumps, skumps
Skumps
Ah, excellent vintage.
- And now, to the new home, eh?|- New home?
Children need a nest|of their own, what?
Place to raise|their little brood, eh?
Well, I suppose in time...
Of course! To the home!
- Skumps|- Skumps
- A toast to the home|- One grander by far
Than a palace in Rome
Uh, let me fill up your glass.|That glass was all foam.
Skumps, skumps
Skumps
The plans!
Well, what do you think?|Nothing elaborate, of course.
Forty bedrooms, dining hall.|Honeymoon cottage, really.
You... You mean, you're|building it already?
Built, man! Finished!|Lovebirds can move in tomorrow.
Tomorrow? But, Hubert,|they're not even married yet.
Take care of that tonight.|To the wedding!
Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't|even seen my daughter yet,
and you're taking her|away from me.
- Getting my Phillip, aren't you?|- Yes, but...
Want to see our grandchildren,|don't we?
- Of course, but, uh...|- There's no time to lose.
Getting on in years.
- To the wedding!|- Now, be reasonable, Hubert.
After all, Aurora knows|nothing about all this.
- Well?|- Well, it... it may come|as quite a shock.
Shock? My Phillip, a shock?
What's wrong|with my Phillip?
Nothing, Hubert.|I only meant...
Why doesn't your daughter|like my son?
- Now, now...|- I'm not so sure...
my son likes your daughter!
- Now, see here.|- I'm not so sure my grandchildren...
want you for a grandfather!
Why, you, you unreasonable,
- Huh? Who? Uh...|- pompous, blustering, old windbag!
Unreasonable, pompous...|On guard, sir!
I warn you, Hubert,|this means war.
Forward! For honour!|For country!
Oh! Ohh!
- Hey.|- What's this all about, anyway?
No... Nothing, Hubert.|Absolutely nothing!
Eh, children bound to fall|in love with each other.
Yeah. Precisely.|And as for grandchildren,
I'll have the royal woodcarvers|start work on the cradle tomorrow.
Splendid!|King-size, of course.
Certainly.|To the woodcarvers guild.
His Royal Highness,|Prince Phillip!
Phillip?
Oh, Phillip! Phillip!
Phillip! Ho, Phillip!
H-Hurry, boy, hurry!
Uh, change into|something suitable.
Can't meet your future bride|looking like that.
- But I have met her, Father.|- Yeah... You have? Where?
Once upon a dream.
Oh, Phillip! Stop it!|Stop that! Wa... Phillip!
Phi... Put me down!
Now, what's all|this "dream" nonsense?
It wasn't a dream, Father.|I really did meet her.
Oh, the Princess Aurora? Good|heavens, we must tell Stefan.
- Why, this is the most amazing...|- l-I didn't say it was Aurora.
You most certainly did.|You... You said...
I said I met the girl I was going|to marry. I don't know who she was.
- A peasant girl, I suppose.|- A... A peasant g-girl?
You... You're going|to marry a g...
Why, Phillip, you're joking.
Isn't he?
Oh! Y-Y-You can't|do this to me.
Give up the throne, the kingdom,|for some... some nobody?
By Harry, I won't have it!
You're a prince, and you're|going to marry a princess!
Now, Father,|you're living in the past.
This is the fourteenth century.|Nowadays...
Nowadays I'm still the king! And I|command you to come to your senses!
- And marry the girl I love.|- Exactly!
- Goodbye, Father.|- Goodbye, Father.|Marry the girl you... No, no!
No, no, Phillip!|Stop! Come back!
Oh, Phillip!
Phillip!
How... How will I|ever tell Stefan?
Come along now.
All right. In here, dear.
- Oh!|- Bolt the door, Merryweather.
Fauna, pull the drapes.
And now, dear,|if you'll just sit here.
This one last gift,|dear child, for thee,
the symbol of thy royalty:
A crown to wear|in grace and beauty,
as is thy right|and royal duty.
- Now, dear...|- Come.
Let her have|a few moments alone.
It's that boy she met.
What ever are we going to do?
Ohh! I don't see why she|has to marry any old prince.
Now, that's not for us|to decide, dear.
Maybe we should tell King Stefan|about the boy.
- Well, why don't we?|- Listen!
Maleficent! Rose!
- Rose!|- Rose!
- Oh, why did we leave her alone?|- No! No!|- Rose!
Rose!
- Here.|- Rose!|- Rose!
- Rose! Rose, where are you?|- Rose!|- Rose!
Where are you?
Rose! Rose! Rose!
- Rose! Rose!|- Rose!
- Rose!|- Rose!|- Rose!
- Rose!|- Rose!|- Don't touch anything!
Anything! Anything!
Touch the spindle.|Touch it, I say.
You poor, simple fools,
thinking you could defeat me.
Me, the mistress of all evil!
Well, here's your|precious princess.
- Rose!|- Oh, Rose!
Oh, I'll never|forgive myself.
We're all to blame.
Stefan, th-there's... there's something|important I have to tell you.
Uh, not now, Hubert.
But... But it's a-about Phillip.
Phillip? Oh, yes,|of course, Phillip.
- Why, where is the boy?|- That's what I'm trying to tell you.
- Well, send for him immediately.|- But...
Shh!
The sun has set.
Make ready to welcome|your princess.
Poor King Stefan and the Queen.
They'll be heartbroken|when they find out.
- They're not going to.|- They aren't?
- But...|- We'll put them all to sleep|until Rose awakens.
Come.
Sleeping Beauty fair
Gold of sunshine
In your hair
Lips that shame
The red, red rose
Dreaming of true love
In slumber repose
One day
He will come
Riding out of the dawn
And you'll awaken
To love's first kiss
'Til then
Sleeping Beauty
Sleep on
One day you'll awaken
To love's first kiss
'Til then
Sleeping Beauty
Sleep on
Well, just been talking|to Phillip.
Seems he's fallen in love|with some... peasant girl.
Peasant girl?
Yes? Yes?
The peasant girl? Who is she?|Where did he meet her?
Uh, just some|peasant girl he met...
Where? Where?
Once upon a dream.
Once upon a dre...|Rose! Prince Phillip!
Oh! Oh!
Come on. We've got to|get back to the cottage.
Come in.
Well!
This is a pleasant surprise.
I set my trap for a peasant,|and lo,
I catch a prince.
Away with him.
But gently, my pets.|Gently.
I have plans|for our royal guest.
- Maleficent!|- Maleficent!|- Maleficent!
She's got Prince Phillip!
At the Forbidden Mountain.
But we can't...|we can't go there.
We can, and we must!
What a pity Prince Phillip|can't be here...
to enjoy the celebration.
Come. We must go to the dungeon|and cheer him up.
Oh, come now, Prince Phillip.
Why so melancholy?
A wondrous future|lies before you.
You, the destined hero...
of a charming fairy tale|come true.
Behold, King Stefan's castle.
And in yonder topmost tower,
dreaming of her true love,
the Princess Aurora.
But see the gracious|whim of fate.
Why, 'tis the selfsame|peasant maid...
who won the heart of|our noble prince but yesterday.
She is indeed|most wondrous fair,
gold of sunshine|in her hair,
lips that shame|the red, red rose.
In ageless sleep,|she finds repose.
The years roll by.
But a hundred years to|a steadfast heart are but a day.
And now, the gates|of a dungeon part,
and our prince|is free to go his way.
Off he rides|on his noble steed...
a valiant figure,|straight and tall...
to wake his love...
with love's first kiss...
and prove that true love|conquers all!
Why, you, you, y...
Come, my pet. Let us leave|our noble prince...
with these happy thoughts.
A most gratifying day.
For the first time|in sixteen years,
I shall sleep well.
Shh! No time to explain.
Wait, Prince Phillip.|The road to true love...
may be barred by still|many more dangers...
which you alone|will have to face.
So arm thyself with this|enchanted shield of virtue...
and this mighty|sword of truth,
for these weapons of righteousness|will triumph over evil.
Now, come. We must hurry.
Phillip, watch out!
Silence! You, tell|those fools to...
No! No!
Watch out, Phillip!
Hurry! Hurry, Phillip!
A forest of thorns|shall be his tomb,
borne through the skies|on a fog of doom!
Now go with a curse|and serve me well.
'Round Stefan's castle|cast my spell.
No! It cannot be!
Now shall you deal|with me, O Prince,
and all the powers of hell!
Up! Up this way!
Now, sword of truth,|fly swift and sure...
that evil die|and good endure!
Ehhh... Oh, oh, uh...
Forgive me, Hubert.|Ehh, uh, the wine. Now, uh...
You, uh, were saying?
Huh? L-I was?|Oh! Oh, yes.
Well, after all, Stefan,|this is the fourteenth century.
Yes. You, uh, you said that|a moment ago.
Well, to come|right to the point,
my son Phillip says|he's going to marry...
It's Aurora! She's here!
A-And-And-And Phillip!
Wh... What does this mean, boy?
L-I don't under...
B-Bu... But-But, uh...
l-I don't understand.
Why, Fauna,|what's the matter, dear?
Oh, I just love|happy endings.
Yes, I do too... t...
Blue!
- Pink.|- I know you
- I walked with you once upon a dream|- Blue.
I know you
The gleam in your eyes
Is so familiar a gleam
Yet I know it's true
That visions are seldom|all they seem
But if I know you
I know what you'll do
You'll love me at once
The way you did once
Upon
A dream