All language subtitles for The Blue Bird 1976_A-time

♪ (up tempo) ♪

♪ (flourishing) ♪

Look, Mytyl.
There's one.

(twittering)

Come on. Quick.

Give me the stick.

Get the crumbs.

(twittering continues)

Shh.

We got him.
We got him!

- Do you think it's a thrush?
- I hope so.

No use fluttering.
I got you now.

Let me see him,
Mytyl.

- Let me see him.
- Be careful, Tyltyl.

You'll get him excited.

MAN: Hey, there!
Who goes there?

- Oh, a forester!
- Run! Quick!

(bleating)

What would that forester
have did if he had caught us?

- Have done, Tyltyl. Have done.
- What would he had done?

Put us in a dungeon

- and chopped off our heads.
- Just for one little bird?

- He's got a whole forest of them.
- It's against the law.

Mytyl?

- Oh, Mytyl.
- Oh, hello, Angela.

What have you got there?
Something for Christmas?

It's a bird--
a very rare bird.

It's a thrush,
I think.

I trapped it
in the royal forest.

I don't suppose...

You wouldn't let me trade you
something for it, would you?

I should say not.

Uh, what have you got?

I'd let you have Katrina.
You always liked her.

Yes, when she was new.

She's only been sewed up
in that one little place.

I'm sorry.

Besides, I promised this bird
to another little girl for Christmas.

Oh, she wouldn't mind,
Mytyl.

Please, Mytyl.
Won't you trade?

Angela, close the window!

- You know better than that.
- It's Mytyl.

- She's got a bird.
- Oh, yes, yes,

but aren't you sick enough, dear,
without catching your death of cold?

- Come now. Close the window.
- Oh, mother.

I've always wanted
a bird like that.

Please, ask her
to give her to me.

That one?
She'd never give anybody anything.

Who's the little girl you promised
a bird for Christmas?

- Who do you suppose? Me.
- Then why didn't you say so?

The next time I go hunting,
I'll leave you at home.

♪ (choir singing classical) ♪

Tyltyl, did you ever
see such a Christmas tree?

Look at all
the children.

Everyone's having fun,
aren't they?

Everyone except
those fiddlers.

That must be hard work.

TYLTYL: Is that Santa Claus
with the white hair?

MYTYL: No, you goose.
That's the butler.

Good evening.

We're not doing anything.
Just looking.

- But wouldn't you like some cake?
- Oh, thank you, sir.

Come along.
Help yourselves, both of you.

- Don't take any, Tyltyl.
- Huh?

We may not be rich,
but we're not beggars, thank you.

Come, Tyltyl.

- Hello, Mummy.
- A fine hour to be getting home.

Look, Mummy.

- We caught the most beautiful bird.
- Where have you been?

- What kept you?
- Don't you wanna see it?

I want to see
your hands clean.

Now put that down
and wash up, both of you.

Go along.
Go along.

Tylo, get away from there.
Keep away from this cage now.

(twittering)

(door opens)
Oh.

Hello, Daddy.

I didn't know
you were home.

Your mummy had to set
the table, Mytyl.

Did you forget the time?

Uh, you know, Daddy,
I think the village clock is slow.

Did you hear that, Mummy?
The village clock's slow.

She has eyes,
hasn't she?

Yes. Didn't you see
it was growing dark?

Well, I did.
But Angela Berlingot stopped us.

I had to talk to her.

- She's sick, you know.
- Hmm.

Then we looked in at
the rich children's house.

And what do you think,
Daddy?

They have a Christmas tree
as high as the ceiling.

- Well.
- Never mind all that now. Come along.

Get to your places.
Come along.

Your father's been working
in the forest all day and he's hungry.

For what we are about
to receive...

And for all thy bounteous blessings,
o lord, make us truly thankful.

- Amen.
- Amen.

- Mytyl, Tylette's after your bird!
- Tylette!

Get away from here!

- (meowing)
- Get away from this bird.

How many times have
I told you, Mytyl,

not to trap birds
in the woods?

- But, Daddy, it's such fun.
- It's not much for the bird.

- But I need it.
- What for?

To sing for us.

What do you think,
Mummy?

Angela Berlingot
wanted me to give it to her.

Well, why didn't you?
It'd be something to cheer her up.

- Poor mite. Sick in bed all winter.
- It's not my fault she's sick.

- It's your fault you're selfish.
- You have so much that she hasn't, Mytyl.

What have I got?

Health, for one thing,
to run free and play.

- Oh, that isn't anything.
- Oh, isn't it?

- I wouldn't like to stay in bed all day.
- I wouldn't mind.

That will do, Mytyl.
Stop talking and eat your supper.

- Mummy?
- What is it, Mytyl?

Why do we have to be
so poor all the time?

Poor? Us?

Well, we are.
We can't even have a party for Christmas.

You have a roof over your head,
haven't you, and warm clothes?

- These old things?
- And plenty to eat.

But nothing I like,
nothing good.

Not like those rich children have--
cakes, candies,

dolls to play with,
pretty dresses, everything.

- I have nothing!
- That's not true, dear.

- You have lots of things.
- What?

You have a father
who works for you.

And a mother who cooks
and cleans and mends.

What's that...

when other people
have so much more?

Big houses, servants,
carriages that drive them.

And look at us.
Look at this old place.

Stop it, Mytyl!
Stop it at once.

- You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
- I'm not ashamed.

- I hate it. I hate it all!
- Be quiet!

One more word and
you'll go straight to bed.

You're an ungrateful child.

- I don't care.
- Thoughtless, thankless.

- I'm so unhappy.
- Well, of course you're unhappy.

If you don't mend your ways,
you'll never be happy.

Never!

(gate opening)

(knocking)

Oh, it's you, Wilhelm.

Come in, Wilhelm.
Have some supper with us.

Sorry, but I have
no time.

- I'm afraid I have bad news.
- Why, what's wrong?

Orders from Andreas Hofer
to mobilize at once.

- Mobilize?
- Oh, no.

Napoleon's soldiers
are on the march again.

They're heading toward
the frontier.

As close as that?

Well, we stood them off before,
didn't we?

And we'll do it again.

We assemble in the village
square tomorrow at noon.

- I'll be there.
- Till tomorrow then.

War.

- Daddy!
- Oh, Daddy.

- I don't want you to go.
- I must go, dear.

Why do they
have to have war?

What makes war anyway?

The same thing that makes
trouble everywhere--

greed, selfishness,

those not content
with what they have.

But you're not
like that, Daddy.

Why should
you have to go?

That's what's wrong
about it, Mytyl.

You can't be unhappy
inside yourself...

Without making
others unhappy too.

Remember that?

Come, come.
Finish your suppers, all of you.

Is there any more, Mummy?

You don't get stew like this
in the army.

- Good night, dear.
- Mummy?

Yes, dear?

I'm sorry for the way
I behaved at supper.

That's what you always
say, Mytyl, that you're sorry,

but the next day you do the same thing
right over again.

I know I do,
and I don't know why.

Well, you must
find out why.

Otherwise, you'll always
be unhappy and discontented.

You don't want that,
do you?

- No.
- You want to be happy, don't you?

Yes, Mummy.
Like you.

You're happy all the time,
aren't you?

Well, nearly
all the time, dear.

Don't worry, Mummy.
Daddy will come back.

(doorknob rattling)
(knocking)

(knocking continues)

Tyltyl, are you asleep?

No, I don't think so.
Are you?

How could I be asleep
when I'm talking to you?

- Did you hear someone knocking?
- I heard something.

(doorknob rattling)
(knocking)

- I'd better get Daddy.
- Wait for me, Mytyl.

(doorknob clicking)

Didn't you hear me
knocking?

- Why, yes, but--
- Well, why didn't you let me in then?

Who are you?

Why, haven't you eyes?
Can't you see?

- I'm Berylune.
- Berylune?

Yes, the fairy
Berylune.

Well, it's a little dark
to see clearly.

Dark?
(laughs)

Well, it needn't be.
Light up there.

It-- it lighted,
all by itself.

- How did you do that?
- Oh, don't ask foolish questions.

But Daddy can't even
do that.

Hurry now, quick.
Hop into your clothes and be off.

- You've got to find the blue bird.
- The blue bird?

Of course.
The bird that is blue.

The blue bird.

But why?
Why would we find it?

Why? You want to
be happy, don't you?

Of course. But what do
I want with a blue bird?

Oh, what a stupid girl
you are.

Don't you know that the blue bird
means happiness?

How could it?

Well, didn't I say it did?
Now get dressed, both of you.

Or better still,
I'll do it for you.

Quiet now.
Quiet.

Quiet.
Be clothed!

Look, Tyltyl.
Even your boots are laced up.

Mummy wouldn't mind
having you around all the time.

(chuckles)
She wouldn't, eh?

Don't stand there staring.
Come along. We've no time to lose.

But, ma'am, tell me where
to find the blue bird.

It isn't as easy
as all that.

You must look for it
yourself--

in the past, in the future,
everywhere.

- Are you coming with us?
- Certainly not. I've other things to do.

We're not allowed
to go places alone at night.

Did I say you
had to go alone?

You have friends,
haven't you?

- Can we take Daddy?
- There's your dog Tylo.

Take him. He might be
of some help to you.

And Tylette, your cat.
Take her, if you wish.

- Wake up, Tylo.
- Wake up!

Wake up,
you lazy creature!

Stand up like a man.

- Mytyl, look!
- Tylo!

Mytyl.
My little Mytyl.

And Tyltyl.
Master Tyltyl.

I can talk.
At last, I can talk.

Oh, if I only
could have

the day you fell
in the lake.

I tried so hard to tell you
to keep away.

- Who are you?
- Quiet. We've no time for your gabble.

- We're in a dreadful hurry, Tylo.
- Why?

- I don't know, but she said we were.
- Quiet!

Tylette! Wake up!
Wake up, I say!

Can she talk too?

Well, naturally,
if the dog can.

Oh, Tylette, I'm so glad.

- We've gotta find a blue bird.
- A blue bird?

I'll come. I'll help you.
I love going places.

You'll come too,
won't you, Tylette?

Why not? It might
be amusing.

- I don't like the way she said that.
- Why, Tylo.

Come on. Come on now, all of you.
Be on your way. Hurry!

We shouldn't take Tylette with us.
She's treacherous.

I heard what you said,
you old sniffle-snoot.

- I'll chew you to ribbons.
- (scoffs) Uncouth, isn't he?

What are you waiting for?
Come along!

Don't stand there
gabbling all night.

Come along.

Well, what are you
waiting for? Be off!

- But which way shall we go?
- Oh, I told you.

You must look everywhere.

- But we'll get lost.
- It's so dark.

Oh, don't cry
before you're hurt.

I'll take care of that.
Light! Appear!

It's the queen.

Oh, what little dunces you are not
to know this brilliant lady...

when you've seen her
hundreds of times.

This is Light.
Light, may I present Mytyl and Tyltyl.

- How do you do, Light?
- How do you do?

And my name's Tylette.
How do you do?

There's no need to be formal.
We're old friends.

Where would you like to go?
I shall be your guide.

- We're not quite sure where to go.
- Why don't you use your head?

Hasn't it
occurred to you

that the blue bird might
be hiding in the past?

But where is the past?
Do you know the way?

Why, of course.
The past is just behind us.

Come.
I'll show you.

Now, remember.
Somewhere there's a blue bird.

Find it.
Never give up till you do.

If you fail,
nothing can save you.

Find the blue bird.

We'll find it.
I promise.

(chuckling)

Listen, you. I know
we've never been friends,

but now we've got
to work together.

We can't allow the children
to go through with this search.

Why not? Why can't we?

Don't you see?
We're free now.

If they succeed, if they
do find the blue bird,

we'll have to go back to just what
we were-- dumb slaves to man.

That's the way I like it.
Man is the master. We must obey him.

Oh! I always knew
you were a fool.

If they want to look for a blue bird
or a pink owl, I'm gonna help them.

(scoffs)

♪ (flourish) ♪

- The road to the past lies through here.
- But this is the graveyard.

That's the only way
to the past.

- You must lead now.
- Aren't you coming?

Oh, no.
Light has no business in a graveyard.

But I'll be
waiting for you.

- Suppose we don't find the way?
- Are you afraid to try?

- Of course I'm not afraid.
- Then you'll find the way, dear.

- Who's afraid of what?
- We're going through the graveyard.

Oh, is that so?
The-the graveyard!

One more thing.

And this is
most important.

It is now
nearly midnight.

- Oooh!
- You must be back within the hour.

Otherwise, you will remain
in the past... forever.

- Mytyl, I don't think we better go.
- Hush.

Well, follow me.

(frog croaks)

- This place is bad enough in the daytime.
- "Fraidy" cat!

- "Fraidy" dog, please.
- (growls)

(caws)

TYLTYL: I'm scared, Mytyl.

There's nothing
to be... afraid of.

I often come here...

just to...
browse around.

When you're not browsing
up dark alleys.

(owl hooting)
What's that?

(hoots)

- A g-g-ghost.
- Oh, Mytyl!

There's no such thing
as a... ghost.

- There is too. I saw one once.
- Oh, no, Tylo!

I've met dozens of ghosts.

Most of them are
perfectly charming.

- (hoots)
- (shivering)

Tylo, where are you going?

I just r-r-remembered
something I gotta do.

Oh, no, you can't
leave us now.

Well, then,
I'll tell you what I'll do.

I'll go over the wall and around--
(gasps) the graveyard,

and I'll--
I'll see you--

- What is this I'm in?
- That's an open grave.

(yelping)

(chuckling)

There goes
our brave protector.

Shall we continue?

- Let's turn back, Mytyl.
- Don't you be a coward too.

Oh, it's only at midnight
you have to be careful.

- Why?
- What happens then?

Midnight is the witching hour.
The graves open.

- The dead arise.
- The dead!

Tylette, you're just
trying to scare us.

You're not afraid.
Not very.

Well, I'm not.

- But I'd rather not see any graves open.
- Why not?

It's rather thrilling.
Come.

While we're waiting, I'll show you
some of my favorite tombstones.

We've no time
for that now.

We've gotta go on
to the past.

But this is the past,
right here.

Oh, no,
it can't be.

Light said to go
through the graveyard.

But Light doesn't
know. I do.

Tylette,
don't go so fast.

(panting)

(gasps, muttering)

(gulps, muttering gibberish)

Tylette,
where are you?

- Here I am.
- Where?

Tylette! Tylette!

(clock chiming)
The clock!

Three, four--

Five, s-s-six--

(gulps)

(chiming continues)

It's midnight, Tyltyl.

I don't want to see
any dead people!

- Neither do I.
- Oh, Mytyl, Mytyl!

(crying)

Tyltyl, look!

I'm afraid!

But there aren't
any dead people. Look.

Do you suppose
Mummy was right?

You know, she always told us
nobody ever really dies.

Oh, let's go, Mytyl.
I don't like it here.

Oh, look. It's Granny's
and Grandpa's graves.

- I wish they were here with us.
- Me too.

TYLTYL: I wouldn't be
so afraid.

Somebody must be
thinking of us.

I'm beginning to feel
quite strong.

I have pins and needles
all down my legs.

We're going to
have visitors.

They seem to be
quite near.

Now I can get on
with my carving.

I've been at this one
for nearly a whole year.

That's because
we're so seldom awake.

MYTYL: Granny! Grandpa!

The children!

Granny! Grandpa!

GRANNY: My dears! Mytyl.

Tyltyl! Oh.

Another hug.
A big one this time.

It's months and months
that you've forgotten us.

Yes, the last time, let me see,
it was Easter morning.

The church bells
were ringing.

Easter?

Oh, we didn't
go out that day.

We both had
very bad colds.

- No, but you thought of us.
- Yes, we missed you.

Well, every time
you think of us,

we wake up
and see you again.

But we thought
you were dead.

No, dear. Only when
we're forgotten.

Will they never
learn back there?

The garden,
the house,

everything's
just the same.

- Oh, Granny, I'm so glad to be here!
- (chuckles)

Come in, children.
Come in.

I'm afraid we can't, Granny.
We can't stay very long.

What's that? What's that?
Can't stay very long?

- I'm afraid not.
- But I want to bake you an apple tart.

I wish we could stay,
Granny.

TYLTYL:
Oh, look, Grandpa,

you haven't finished
little Koko yet.

GRANDPA: What chance have
I got when I'm always asleep?

Would you like to see
my workshop, Tyltyl?

- Oh, yes!
- (chuckles) Come along then.

- Don't be long, Tyltyl.
- Oh, you're in no hurry.

Yes, but we are.

We must be back
within the hour.

What time is it,
Granny?

See? As soon as you think
of it, it comes to life.

Now, come along. Sit down.
It's only 20 past 12:00.

But the sun is shining.

It's always shining here
when you think of us.

Granny, the reason why we're here,
we've got to find a blue bird.

It's terribly important.

A blue bird? Oh, yes.
I'm sure we've got one.

Really, Granny?
Where? Show me!

Oh, all right, child,
if we must.

We'll look
in the birdhouse.

Come along.

(birds twittering)

There you are, dear.
All sorts and colors.

You can have
any one you like.

Isn't there a blue one?

Why, yes,
there's a blue one.

That one up there
singing.

(twittering)

Why, Granny, he isn't blue.
He's black.

Black?
That's strange.

He's always
looked blue to me.

There isn't one here,
not a single blue bird.

Won't one of these do?

Oh, no. Berylune said
it must be blue.

She said
to look everywhere.

- This is the past, isn't it?
- Yes, dear.

But perhaps your blue bird
isn't in the past,

and you'll have to look
somewhere else.

- I better go then.
- Oh, no, not yet, not yet.

Will you show me how
to carve one too, Grandpa?

Yes, if you'll come
more often to see us.

Mytyl, what do you think?
These little people whistle.

- I know that. Come on. We've gotta go.
- Aw, you can't go yet.

- Can't you stay a few minutes longer?
- We shouldn't, Granny.

But I wanted you
to hear them.

I've taught them
to whistle a tune.

Anything you like.
You name it, Mytyl.

- Uh, how about "Farmer in the Dell"?
- Oh, yes.

Aw, who wants that silly thing?
How about a "Lay-De-O"?

- That's the one.
- Yes, "Lay-De-O."

You used to sing
that to me in my cradle.

- Remember?
- Yes, dear.

Look, Mytyl.
This one plays music too.

♪ (soft) ♪

♪ Lay-de-o,
sing a happy jingle ♪

♪ Lay-de-o,
get a happy tingle ♪

♪ Lay-de-o,
maybe every single ♪

♪ Care will go
with a lay-de-o ♪

♪ (yodeling) ♪

(whistling)

♪ (yodeling) ♪

(whistling)

- ♪ (yodeling) ♪
- (whistling)

- ♪ (yodeling) ♪
- (whistling)

♪ With a lay-de ♪

♪ (yodeling) ♪

Nice, dear.
Just like old times.

We've really got
to go now, Granny.

Come on, Tyltyl.
What time is it?

Why, it's still
just 20 past 12:00.

Oh, my goodness!
Something's wrong!

Tyltyl, we've gotta run.

Oh, no! Don't go!
Don't go.

If you stay, I'll bake you the biggest
apple tart you've ever tasted.

We haven't time,
Granny, really.

- Good-bye, Grandpa.
- Good-bye, Tyltyl.

- Don't wait too long to come to us again.
- I won't.

Good-bye, darling.
Think of us often.

- You don't know how much it means.
- We will, Granny.

- Good-bye, Tyltyl.
- Good-bye, Granny.

Come on, Tyltyl.

- Good-bye.
- Good-bye.

GRANNY: Good-bye.

Always in such a hurry.

I'll never
get this finished.

Couldn't something
have made them stay?

Not even my apple tarts.

Never mind, dear.

It was nice to have them
remember us at all.

I suppose so.

Perhaps it won't be
so long...

'till the next time.

Well, they're lost,
that's all there is to it.

If they're lost,
they're lost.

It's their own fault for
straying into the graveyard.

Why didn't you follow them,

- see which way they went?
- Why didn't you?

- You're so loyal and brave.
- (growls)

I think I see them coming.

There they are!

- Tylo!
- I thought you were lost.

Tylette.
What happened to you?

- Well, what happened to you?
- We've been with Granny and Grandpa.

In the land of memory.
Did you find the blue bird?

No, there were no blue birds there.
Not one.

I could have told you
that in the first place.

Why didn't you then?

Because no one took
the trouble to inquire.

What do you think
we ought to do now?

You haven't found the blue bird.
You must keep on looking.

All this fuss
about a blue bird.

I could be happy with
a big juicy beefsteak.

Why don't you go
to the land of luxury?

There's plenty to eat there.
Everything you can think of.

Do you think we'd find
the blue bird there?

- No, dear, I don't.
- TYLETTE: Why not?

Everyone has everything
they want there.

Where would be a better place
to look for the blue bird?

If they've got beefsteaks,
it won't hurt to look.

We might find
the blue bird there.

Very well.
Go ahead, if you want to.

- How do we get to the land of luxury?
- It's very easy.

- We take the first side road.
- Will you wait for us?

Yes, dear.
Just beyond.

But don't let them
keep you very long.

It isn't wise to spend too much time
with Luxury's.

- We won't.
- I'll show you the way.

♪ (up temp) ♪

(doorbell chiming)

Yes, miss?

- Are the Luxury's at home?
- What name shall I say?

Mytyl and friends.

Won't you step in?

This way, please.

Wait here, please.

There. What did I tell you?
Isn't it magnificent?

(sniffing)

Mmm. I smell dinner.

Oh, Mytyl,
these banisters,

wouldn't you love
to slide down them?

Shh.

Rich people never
slide down banisters.

Mr. And Mrs. Luxury!

How do you do?
How do you do?

How do you do?
Are you Mrs. Luxury?

Yes. Yes,
indeed, I am.

And this is Mr. Luxury.

How do you do?
How do you do?

- This is my brother, Tyltyl.
- Charmed.

- Oh, and Tylette.
- Charmed.

What an enchanting place.
Such exquisite taste.

It's simple,
(chuckles) but we like it.

We're looking
for a blue bird,

and we thought
you might have one.

A blue bird?

We're having pheasant
with truffles.

Do you prefer blue birds?
How do you prepare one?

- Oh, we didn't wanna eat it.
- Oh, how nice.

- I say, old fellow, do you like desserts?
- Oh, yes, sir.

Then you shall have them--
dozens of them,

with maraschino cherries
and whipped cream.

You can have anything you like.
You can do anything you like.

- Can I even slide down this banister?
- Oh, certainly.

I'd join you, but
I've had my slide for today.

You like dolls, don't you,

- and pretty dresses?
- Oh, yes, ma'am, I do.

- She's never had very many.
- Oh, I can see that.

In a party dress
with some jewels,

you'll really be
quite presentable.

- Oh, thank you.
- Oh, you're too kind, Mrs. Luxury.

Oh, not at all. She's such a darling.
Come along upstairs.

- Come along.
- Come along, old man.

Oh. Come on, Tylo.

MRS. LUXURY: Tylo?

MR. LUXURY:
Who's that fellow?

MYTYL: Oh, that's Tylo.
He's with us.

I'm afraid we haven't
any more guest rooms.

Perhaps your friend wouldn't mind
bunking in the servants' quarters.

- Is that all right, Tylo?
- Well, if there's no room in the house.

Beg pardon, sir.
The servants' quarters are all full.

However, there's a most comfortable
place in the kennels.

- Kennels?
- Splendid! Splendid! Show him the way.

Come, Fido.

- Tylo!
- Tylo.

- You'll be all right, Tylo.
- Now don't you worry.

He'll be taken care of,
I promise you.

Come upstairs, darlings.
All the way up.

- Let me give you a piggyback.
- Oh, yes!

- (laughing)
- (laughing)

This way to the kennels.

I might have known
I'd end up in the doghouse.

♪ (calliope) ♪

TYLTYL:
Go away. I said, go away.

But you're getting on
on the wrong side, sir.

I'll get on any side
that I like!

You're not big enough
to get on by yourself, sir.

I am too!

- Stop this thing. Stop it, I say.
- Yes, miss. Just a moment.

Stop it at once.
I want to ride the pony.

Oh, be careful, miss.

You get down, Tyltyl.

- It's my turn to ride.
- It is not.

It is too. You go ride
on the merry-go-round.

Oh, I don't like
the merry-go-round.

- Well, it's my pony.
- It is not.

The Luxury's gave it to me!

That's not true.
They gave it to both of us.

- Children. Children.
- It's my pony, isn't it, Groom?

- It is not!
- Let go of those reins.

- I won't!
- I'll make you. Get off this pony!

- I won't.
- You will too. Let go of me, you--

- Oh, sir. Oh, miss.
- You... little beast!

GROOM: Oh, sir, please!

- Oh, gracious!
- Mytyl! Tyltyl!

- Stop it, children! Stop it, I say!
- That'll do! Mytyl! Tyltyl!

- What the devil's all this?
- It's not my fault, sir, I swear.

- He pulled my hair.
- And she kicked me.

- I'll kick you again.
- Children.

Why didn't you think
to get each of them a pony?

Then they wouldn't
have anything to quarrel over.

Why didn't you?

Well, don't stand
there gaping.

- Go and get another pony.
- Very good, sir.

All right.
You can have this old pony,

but they'll get me
a better one.

Oh, no. You keep this one.
I'll take the better one.

- You will not. I'll get there first.
- Oh, no, you won't.

There just seems to be
no satisfying them.

If you ask me,
they're spoiled.

(crying)

(crying continues)

Oh, Mr. Luxury.

- May I come in?
- What is it? You ought to be in bed.

I was, but I couldn't
go to sleep.

Oh! What did you
do to your foot?

I didn't do anything to it.
It's the gout.

And don't you touch it!

Oh, I wasn't going
to touch it.

Well, don't you even
come near it.

Does it hurt when
I even come near it?

It hurts when
you even look at it.

Now go on.
Off to bed you go.

- Well, good night.
- Oh, good night, good night, good night.

- Mr. Luxury.
- Oh, are you still here?

Yes, sir.

Well,
what do you want?

I thought you might
like to read to me.

- Why should I?
- My daddy does sometimes at home.

Well, that's
a silly idea,

and you can tell
your daddy I said so.

Yes, sir.
Good night.

Good night.

- Mr. Luxury.
- Yes, what is it now?

Don't you like to talk things over
with somebody before you go to bed?

Talk what things over?

Oh, nothing.

Do you mind if
I kiss you good night?

Good heavens!

I could shut my eyes
and pretend it's Daddy.

A fine time of night
to start playing games!

Oh, all right.
Come here.

- Be careful you don't touch my foot.
- Yes, sir.

(bone cracks) Look out,
you clumsy little wretch!

- Oh, I didn't mean it.
- Go on, get out!

Get out!

Tylo!

Tylo!

Oh, it's you.

Oh, Tylo,
I've missed you so.

Missed me?
You knew I was here, didn't you?

- What have you been doing?
- Nothing.

- Even the dogs here won't play with me.
- Why not, Tylo?

I have no pedigree.

(crying)

Oh, Tylo,
I'm unhappy too.

Oh, my little Mytyl.

Nobody here is kind.
Not really kind.

Not like Mummy
and Daddy.

I wouldn't trade them for all
the Mr. and Mrs. Luxury's in the world.

Even if they
are poor, huh?

Mummy and Daddy
are not poor.

They just haven't any money.
There's a difference.

What do you say we get out of here?
Where's Tyltyl?

I don't know.
We're not speaking.

What?
Not speaking?

What's this place doin' to us all?
We must get out of here.

But we can't.
We can't get away from the Luxury's.

Just let 'em try to stop us.
Come on.

You better
get dressed.

(barking)

(crying)
(door opens)

Oh, Tyltyl,
I'm so sorry for everything.

There's no use
saying you're sorry now.

Please make up, Tyltyl.
I've been so lonely without you.

There. Now kiss and make up.
Quick, quick.

We're going to leave,
Tyltyl, right now.

- Good, good! I'm ready!
- Shh! Where are your clothes?

- In there.
- Put them on. Quick.

- Hurry, Tyltyl.
- I will.

What'll we do
if they catch us?

Don't you worry.
I'll get you out.

What is this?
A conspiracy?

We're leaving
this place, Tylette.

Leaving?
Why?

Because we don't like it.
That's why.

I think it's
a great mistake.

It's so very
enjoyable here.

If you wanna stay,
stay.

We'd be better off
without you.

Oh, no!
We can't leave Tylette.

Have no fear, Mytyl.
I'll go along, for your sake.

- (growls)
- I'm ready!

Come on!
Quiet now.

(crash)

- Tylette!
- It just... fell.

MAN: What was that?

♪ (up tempo) ♪

MR. LUXURY:
What is it? What's happened?

What in thunder
was that noise?

What is it?
What's happened?

Don't stand there gaping at me.
Answer me!

- Answer me!
- The urn at the top of the stairs, sir.

What about the urn
at the top of the stairs, sir?

It's now at the bottom.

- Huh?
- Oh, Mr. Luxury, Mr. Luxury!

- What is it now?
- The children are gone.

- Gone?
- Yes, sir. Their beds are empty.

Where have they gone to?
Don't all stand there looking like fools!

Look for them! Look for them!
Go on, look for them!

- Let's go.
- Don't be foolish.

- He'll catch us, Tylo.
- We'll outrun them. Go ahead.

There they go!
After them! After them!

Come back!
Hey, come back!

Come back!
Hey!

(vase breaking)

(groans)

(growls)

(growling)

Let them go!

Well, of all the ill-mannered exhibitions!

I'm glad they've gone.

Well, maybe they know
what they're doing.

Not at all! They're just too young
to appreciate luxury.

And we're too old
to escape from it.

Look,
the moon's coming up.

That's not the moon.
That's Light coming to meet us.

You're tired,
aren't you?

We shouldn't have
gone there at all.

You didn't find
the blue bird, did you?

We forgot to look.

That always happens there.

You wouldn't have
found it anyway.

I'm afraid we've
just wasted our time.

- You wouldn't want to go back, would you?
- Oh, no.

- Never. Never.
- Then you haven't wasted your time.

We almost didn't
get away at all.

- Thanks to Tylette.
- Oh, what did I do?

Oh, nothing at all. Just crashed
a statue and roused the whole house...

To help us
sneak away quietly.

- You've been seeing things, Tylo.
- You bet I have.

And someday I'm gonna
take you by the neck

and shake your head
right off.

Just try it, if you wanna get
your eyes scratched out.

Oh, stop it.
Stop it, you two!

You do nothing but fight.

- What do you think we ought to do now?
- I think you ought to rest.

Tyltyl's almost asleep.

Why don't you sleep
a little while too?

- I am tired.
- Then sleep.

I'll be back
to wake you.

(sighs)

Father Oak!

Father Oak!

- Eh? Eh?
- Oh, there you are.

Oh, what-- what's
all the commotion?

I've been shouting
my lungs out for you.

- What's that?
- Didn't you hear me calling you?

- No.
- You get deafer and deafer.

It's the din of the woodsman's ax
always ringing in my ears.

- Summon the others, will you?
- What others?

Pine, Elm, Walnut, Maple--
summon them all!

Now what's up? From your tone, one would
think the world was coming to an end.

If you don't do
as I say,

our world will
come to an end.

- Oh, as bad as all that, eh?
- Worse.

Hello! Hello!

- Summon them all! Willow, Lime, Beech!
- Hello!

Come along there,
Beech!

Come on, Elm!
We're waiting.

Hello!

What's all the excitement? What's up?
Tree, what's the trouble?

- We don't know.
- Hello!

Always something.

Nothin' but trouble!

Getting me up in
the middle of the night!

(chuckles)
The old crab apple.

(woman crying)

Now what's the matter
with her?

(crying)

Stop that blubbering,
Willow.

Save your weeping
for the river.

- I can't bear it. I can't.
- Bear what?

Uh, things.

Just things.

You see what
I'm up against?

Come along. We don't need her.
I've got to get back.

Well, I guess there are
enough of us here.

Then speak up.

- What's the matter?
- Why are we here?

Children of the woodcutter,
your mortal enemy,

are on their way here,
looking for the blue bird.

ALL: The blue bird?

I've put as many obstacles
in their way as I can.

Now it's up to you.

ALL: What do you
want us to do?

Frighten them.
Terrify them.

Put the fear
of the devil into them!

So that they'll forget
what they came for

and go back
where they belong.

Remember what it means.

- Oak, I'll rely upon you.
- Yes.

- We'll fix 'em!
- That's right!

- It's gonna be jolly, huh?
- Jolly? Are you all daft?

Did you hear what she said?
They're after the blue bird.

What good will it do
to frighten them?

They'll only come back
again and again.

- No, we must destroy them.
- ALL: Destroy them!

That's what man has done
to us for centuries.

- Yes, they've felled us by thousands.
- And shivered our timbers!

- ALL: He's right!
- They must not escape.

Go tell Wind.
Whip him into a frenzy.

Get even our enemies to help.
Fire, Lightning-- Let them all know.

Tell them, if need be,
we'll sacrifice even ourselves. Anything!

But there must be
no mistake.

There must be no failure.
Those children must die!

- Oak's right!
- I'll beat them with my branches!

- We'll do away with 'em!
- Go! Go quickly, all of you!

(all shouting)

Isn't it peaceful
and quiet?

But I don't see any blue birds.
I don't see any birds at all.

Well, the trees are full of them.
You'll see.

Oh, Mytyl,
look at this big old tree.

Wouldn't Daddy love
to chop it down?

(wind howling)

Looks like a storm
is blowing up.

We'd better go someplace
till this blows over.

Mytyl, wait!
Why don't we hide in here?

(sighs)
First time a tree ever turned on me.

Tylo! Here, I'll help you up.
Are you hurt?

(thunder rumbling)

It is a storm.
I knew it.

- Looks more like a tornado.
- Don't get excited. There's no danger.

(thunderclap)

Come on! We'd better
get out of here!

Come on, Tyltyl.

No, no!
This way!

(screams)

Mytyl!
Mytyl!

- Are you hurt?
- I'm all right.

- Let's keep on going.
- Come on. I'll take care of you.

Follow me!
I know the way out!

(tree crashing down)

- Let's go back!
- The storm's worse back there. Come on!

(trees crashing down)

(thunder rumbling)

This way!

- Come on!
- Don't listen to her!

She's tryin' to trap us!

Help! Help!

Save me!
(screams)

- Tylette!
- Come back here!

- We've got to save her, Tylo!
- You can't go through that fire!

We've got to!

It's too late!
We'll be burned up ourselves!

(thunderclap)

(thunderclap)

(thunderclap)

Quick, into the boat!

(thunderclap)

♪ (light dreamy) ♪

Oh, Light,
will you forgive us?

We shouldn't have gone
without you.

You're safe now.
That's all that matters.

We've been
rowing all night.

Lightning struck.
The whole forest went up in flames.

Yes, Lightning and Fire
are my stepbrothers.

They can be very wicked.

- We nearly got burned up.
- Tylette did get burned up.

She got what she deserved.
(grunts)

Oh, don't say that, Tylo.
Poor Tylette.

There, dear,
don't be unhappy.

What about the blue bird?

We didn't see one. Not one.
We didn't have time to look.

If you ask me,
there ain't no such bird.

Oh, there is, Tylo.
There must be.

Of course there is.

You haven't looked
everywhere.

There's still
the kingdom of the future.

- The future?
- Why, yes.

So many wonderful things
are in the future.

Not me.
I've seen enough wonderful things.

- Oh, please, Tylo.
- You've got to come with us, Tylo.

Sorry. All I can see in the future
for me is aching bunions.

- Then will you wait for us?
- Gladly. And take your time.

Come.
We'd better get started.

- Is the future far?
- No, just over the hill.

Keep climbing up and up
as far as you can go.

Can't you come
with us this time?

You won't need me.

When you're ready to leave,
I'll come for you.

♪ (flourish) ♪

♪ (up tempo) ♪

Did you ever see
so many children?

You don't suppose
they're all one family?

Look!
Live children!

Look at
the live children!

- Why do they call us, "live children"?
- I don't know.

Let's go talk to them.

You're live children,
aren't you?

- Of course we're alive. Aren't you?
- ALL: Oh, no.

Not yet.
We're waiting to be born.

How funny you're dressed!

I was thinking
the same about you.

- What are those things on your feet?
- They're my shoes.

Shoes?
What are they for?

They're to protect
your feet

from thorns and stones
and from the cold.

It's all very confusing,

but I suppose we'll
understand it when we're born.

Why don't you get born?

Oh, we will,
but we have to wait our turn.

I'll be born
in three years.

- I'm going to be born to a throne.
- Is it nice on Earth?

- Oh, yes. It's all right.
- It's beautiful.

Mytyl! Oh, Mytyl!

- Mytyl!
- Hello.

- You're Mytyl and Tyltyl.
- How do you know our names?

That's not very surprising.
I'm going to be your little sister.

- What?
- Our sister?

Oh! You're coming
to live with us.

- Yes.
- When?

Well, I don't know just when.
In a year perhaps.

- That's wonderful.
- Yes, in a way.

"In a way"? There'll be three of us.
We'll have lots of fun.

- Not for very long.
- TYTYLE: Why not?

I'll only be with you
a little while.

And then
you're going away?

- Yes.
- Oh.

It's hardly worthwhile
you coming at all, is it?

Shh!

It would seem so,
but we can't pick and choose.

What are they doing?

- They're working.
- TYLTYL: Working at what?

Oh, all kinds of things.
Go and see, if you like.

They won't mind.

Oh, it's been wonderful
seeing you.

- Good-bye, little sister.
- Good-bye.

I'll tell Mummy
you're coming.

♪ (up tempo) ♪

Would you like
to see my discovery?

- Oh, yes.
- What is it?

It doesn't look like much,
I know,

but it will save
a lot of suffering.

How?

It will put people to sleep
when they're in pain.

Suppose you broke your arm. This will
put you to sleep while they fix it.

And I wouldn't feel anything?
No pain?

How could you?
You'd be fast asleep.

It'll be very helpful,
don't you think?

Oh, yes.
Do hurry and get yourself born.

I will... soon.

Hello.

Hello.

Why are you so sad?

I was just thinking.

I'm going to Earth very soon now.
Almost any day.

- Don't you want to go?
- No, I'm afraid not.

You'll like it
once you get there.

There's too much
unhappiness.

Up here
we are all free.

But we aren't
born free, are we?

- Aren't we?
- Some are, perhaps.

But so many are born
into slavery and greed...

and injustice
and cruelty.

That's what
I'm going to fight.

I must try
to make them see that

people must be
the same on Earth

as they are up here--

free, equal
and united.

Then I should think
you'd want to go.

No.
They won't listen.

But they will.
You must make them listen.

They'll destroy me.

♪ (fanfare) ♪

What's that?

♪ (flourish) ♪

That's Time.

This is the hour when the children
who are born today go down to Earth.

- How do they get down? Are there ladders?
- You'll see.

- A ship.
- With silver sails.

- Aldrich.
- BOY: Here!

Allison.

- Allison!
- Come along, Allison.

- GIRL: Here!
- Arnheim.

- BOY: Here!
- Armitage. Armitage!

Baxter.

- BOY: Here!
- Brunig.

Brunig, that's you!

Good-bye, everybody. Don't give up
your ideas. Keep on working.

- You'll be coming to Earth soon.
- ALL: Good-bye!

MAN: Carter. Castle.

(crying)

- Why are you crying?
- Because I'm afraid.

What of?
What's the matter?

I'm afraid
they won't call my name.

You mean you want to go?

Oh, yes.
I've wanted to go for so long.

- But Mama and Papa haven't time for me.
- Don't they want you?

I'm sure they would

if they knew how happy
we could all be.

MAN: Danfield.

- Deering.
- That's me! They just called my name!

- That's me! That's me!
- You see?

They do want you.
Go on now. Go on. Hurry.

Go right along.
Go along.

- My name is Deering.
- I know. Go right along.

MAN: Eggert.

Evans and Evans.

Evans and Evans!

- Here!
- Here!

Elam.
Everett.

MAN: Finklehoff.

All right.
Run right along, right along.

Here, here, here.
You can't deceive me.

Go back.
It's not your turn.

You too, young man.
They didn't call your name.

Go back! Go back!

MAN: Faulkner.

- Ferguson.
- What? More salesmen?

There are too many already.
We're having complaints.

- Well, run along, run along.
- Flanagan.

Where are the engineers?

- Oh, there you are.
- Frobischer.

MAN: Hammond.

Humboldt.

Here, here, here, here!
No, you don't. Come here, come here.

This is the third time you've tried
to be born before your time.

Don't you let me
catch you at it again.

Now go along.
Go along!

Your name was called.
Come along.

You heard me.
Come along.

What's the trouble here?
You're holding us up.

Please.
Let me stay behind with her.

- Can't I go with him?
- Impossible.

- I'd rather not be born then.
- You cannot choose.

Please.
We love each other,

and I shall be
born too late.

I will be gone
before she comes down.

- I shall never see him again.
- That is no concern of mine.

Don't you understand?

We shall be alone
in the world.

- I unite and part as I'm told. Come.
- Oh, no!

I won't be born!
I won't!

Oh, leave him with me.
Leave him, please.

Come, come.
He's not going to die, but to live.

I shall be the saddest
thing on Earth.

I shall love you always.

Come.

No! No!

No!
(sobbing)

(sobbing continues)

Come along.

Your name was called.
Come along.

Come along. Come along there.
Come along.

Good luck.

- Wayne.
- BOY: Here!

- MAN: Young.
- BOY: Here!

- Zimmerman.
- Come along, Zimmerman. Come along.

That is all for today.

- We're going!
- We're going!

ALL: Bye!

(all shouting good-bye)

♪ To the world
so far away ♪

♪ Sail we now
at break of day ♪

♪ Mothers waiting
there below ♪

♪ Do they hear us
do they know ♪

♪ (women vocalizing) ♪

Who's that singing now?

Those are the voices of their mothers
coming out to meet them.

♪ To the world
so far away ♪

♪ Sail we now
at break of day ♪

♪ Mothers waiting
there below ♪

♪ Do they hear us
do they know ♪

Hurry, Mytyl!
I wanna see Mummy and Daddy.

I can't wait to tell them
all the places we've been.

But the blue bird--
what do we do?

What do we say
to Fairy Berylune?

Tell her the truth.

We went everyplace she said--
looked everywhere.

That's what you must tell her.
You've done your best.

Maybe there isn't
any blue bird.

That's what I've been saying
ever since we "started."

You'd better
go in now.

Aren't you coming in too,
so you can help us explain?

No, dear.
I have many places to go.

Won't we
see you anymore?

Of course you will.
I'll always be with you.

Not as you see me now,

but you will know me.

I'll be in every moonbeam,
in every star that shines,

in every dawn that rises...

and every lamp that's lit,

in every good and bright
thought of your soul.

You understand,
don't you?

Yes, I think so.

Good-bye then,
until we meet again.

- Good-bye.
- Bye.

♪ (flourish) ♪

Wake up! Wake up, Mytyl and Tyltyl,
you sleepy-heads.

Wake up!

I declare, you'd sleep the clock
around if I let you.

Mummy.
Oh, Mummy!

It's Mummy, Tyltyl!

- Mummy! We're home!
- It is you!

Well, of course it's me.
Who did you think it was?

- Oh, I'm so glad, Mummy.
- What's the matter with you children?

- It's so good to see you again.
- It's been such a long time.

What nonsense.
You've been dreaming.

- Come, get dressed.
- It wasn't a dream.

We saw Granny and Grandpa,
didn't we, Tyltyl?

Yes, and Grandpa's
still carving those wood whistlers.

What are you children
talking about?

And Granny's just
the same as she was.

- Exactly.
- What's this noise about?

Daddy!

Oh, Daddy,
it's so good to see you.

There's something wrong
with these children.

They must have eaten something last night
that didn't agree with them.

- They look all right to me.
- They're talking such nonsense

about seeing
their grandparents.

- We did, Daddy. We really did.
- But we're home now.

And we missed you so.

You mean you're going
to miss me when I go to war.

Oh, I forgot.

(knocking)

- Who's that knocking?
- I'll go.

Hop into your clothes now,
both of you. Hurry up.

Wilhelm. But you said we were to
assemble at noon at the village square.

That's right,
we were.

But now you can spend
your Christmas at home.

- What? What happened?
- A truce was declared last night.

- A truce?
- The treaty is being signed today.

Oh, praise God!

A stroke of the pen is better
than a stroke of the sword, no?

Last night I felt like a demon
coming with such news.

Ah, but this morning
you're like Santa Claus.

- With the gift of peace.
- And that's a gift worth having.

They all say that
when I tell them.

- Well, good-bye. Merry Christmas!
- Good-bye. Merry Christmas!

- Merry Christmas!
- (laughing)

Daddy, is it true?

You don't have
to go to war?

- Yes, dear, it's true.
- Isn't it wonderful news?

- Oh, I'm so glad, Daddy.
- We're all glad, dear.

- Me too, Daddy. Me too.
- Good old boy.

Look, even Tylo's trying to tell you
how glad he is, Daddy.

- Good old Tylo.
- MYTYL: He was wonderful.

As brave as anything.
He saved us from the fire.

I tell you, there is
something wrong with them.

What's that about a fire?

The forest.
The trees were all burned up.

So was Tylette.

Oh, the poor thing.

Well, she seems to have a very good
appetite this morning.

MYTYL: But she lost
her life in the fire.

- We couldn't save her.
- Is that so?

Well, cats do
have nine lives.

- Maybe she has eight to go.
- (chuckles) That explains it.

She was awfully
mean to us,

- wasn't she, Tylo?
- (meows)

- Sic her, Tylo! Sic her!
- (barking)

- (all laugh)
- Come along. Get to the table.

Your breakfast's all ready.

Oh, Mummy, everything's
so wonderful, isn't it?

So bright and shiny
and beautiful.

MUMMY: Is it? Why, it's just
the same as it's always been.

Oh, no. It's different.
Quite different.

Your daddy got up at daybreak to make
a cage for your bird. Do you like it?

(chirping)

Tyltyl, look!

My bird!
Look what's happened to it.

It was brown when we caught it,
and now it's changed.

It's blue.
It's the blue bird!

- A blue bird?
- Blue bird?

Yes. We looked everywhere for it.
Everywhere.

And all the time
it was right here.

- Where are you going?
- I'll be right back.

What's come over the child?
I've never seen her so.

Oh, she's just happy,
that's all.

- MYTYL: It's hard to catch, isn't it?
- Angela!

You're up!
You're walking!

Yes, mother. Look, it's Mytyl's bird.
She's given it to me.

It's a blue bird,
Mrs. Berlingot.

Oh, Angela,
I can't believe it.

Mytyl, it's a miracle.

I must run
and tell your father.

- Can I hold him now?
- Yes, in a minute.

Hold him gently now.
Gently.

Oh, he's so soft
and warm.

Do you suppose he's--
(gasps)

Oh, it's gone!

(crying)
Oh, Mytyl!

I was so happy,
and now it's gone!

Don't worry, Angela.
We'll find it again.

Oh, we can't.
We can't ever.

Oh, yes, we can.
I know we can.

But how do you know?
Are you sure, Mytyl?

Yes, Angela,
I'm sure.

Because now we know
where to look for it,

don't we?

♪ (flourish) ♪

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