All language subtitles for Fun.And.Fancy.Free.1947.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG.en

Fun, fun, fun and fancy-free

Full of fun and fancy-free

that's the way! Wanna be

I don't let my troubles trouble me

fancy-free
full of the, full of fun

got no time to worry none

too busy singin' in the sun
sweet sun

if you should have a chronic ache

pills won't make you strong

the only tonic you should take

is a teaspoonful of song

so if you'd really like to be

happy-go-lucky, just like me

drown your frowns, my friend
and you will see

you'll see that you'll be full of fun

and fancy-free

come along, lend an ear

see it for yourself

meet a guy who's got a song

troubles are on the shelf

he's so happy all the livelong day

livin' life the simple way

knowin' it's the only way to be

just full of fun
full of fun and fancy-free

jiminy cricket:
Everyone keeps askin' me

my recipe for livin'

it's simple as the abc's

and hardly seems worth givin'

I've tried it out in every way

it always sees me through

it's made me what I am today

that's why I'm tellin' you

I'm a happy-go-lucky fellow

full of fun and fancy-free

you can make the whole world
seem mellow

if you take it in your stride like me

don't cross a bridge
or peek 'round the corner

until you're there

just learn to smile and in a while

you'll find trouble's a bubble of air

get a happy-go-lucky feelin'

keep it and I guarantee

that you'll find you'll wind up
livin' in the sun

chorus: So right

full of fun and fancy-free

Chorus: Full of fun and fancy-free

That's the way! Wanna be

I don't let my troubles trouble me

now some folks like the heavy stuff

with titles five feet wide

not me I'm always out for fun

I like the lighter side yes, sir

la, da, da, Dee, la, da, da, Dee

uh-oh!

Chorus: Don't let
my troubles trouble me

don't cross a bridge
or peek 'round the corner

until you're there

just learn to smile and in a while

you'll find trouble's a bubble of air

get a happy-go-lucky feelin'

you know, you worry too much.

In fact, everybody worries too much.

Here. Just look at the morning paper.

Turn to any page.

You'll find the whole world worryin'

about some future age.

But why get so excited?
What's gonna be is gonna be.

The end of the world's
been comin' since 1903.

That's 8.0, of course.

Don't cross a bridge
or peek 'round the corner

until you're there

just learn to smile and in a while

you'll find trouble

you bet, you'll find trouble!

Oh! Aah! Ohh!

Take it easy, son.

Why, you're just a bundle of nerves.

You see? Jumpy as a cat!

Comes from always rushin' into things.

Hmm! Now what have I done?

I guess I don't know my own strength.

Sorry to upset you, miss.

Have you on your feet in a jiffy.

- Upsy-Daisy.
- Mama!

Your mama isn't here, honey.

But if I can be of service,
the name is cricket.

Uh, j. Cricket. You can call me jiminy.

Oops!

Sorry! Uh... oh.

Howdy, chum.

Why so glum?

Say, what's the matter?
You worried about somethin' too?

Never saw such a dismal pair.

A deadpan doll and a droopy bear.

You ought to try my recipe.
Be full of fun and fancy-free.

Life is a song, happy, gay.

So let's have some music.
Come on! What do you say?

"Bongo"? Now, what
in the world is bongo?

Oh! "A musical story sung
by dinah shore."

Well, what are we waitin' for?

Da, da, doo, da

A ringer!

It's a gift.

Da, da, Dee, da, la, doh, la, da

take it away, dinah!

Dinah shore on recording:
This is the story of three bears.

Yeah, I know.

The mama bear, the papa bear,
and the itsy-bitsy baby bear.

But it's not the story you expect.

This is a love story.

It's about a little girl bear

and a big, burly, brawny brown bear,

who wanted very much
to be her boyfriend.

But mostly, this is a story about bongo.

He was a circus bear.

He was born in the circus,
grew up in the circus.

In fact, bongo was the star
of the circus.

Why, he could juggle and dance
while on a trapeze,

walk a tightrope
with the greatest of ease.

In jujitsu, he was beyond compare.

Once threw a bull at the county fair.

Super at wrestling and lifting weights.

Outboxed the champs of 17 states.

They all packed in from near and far

to see this death-defying star.

With mouths wide open,
they watched his ascent,

as he daringly climbed
to the top of the tent!

Then, for a grand climax,

he would gracefully plunge 300 feet

Into a wet sponge!

Poor bongo.

Naturally, you'd think
he'd be handled with kid gloves,

treated like a king,

and pampered like a baby.

But, no!
He was tossed around like an old shoe.

Bongo, the bear in the gilded cage.

His thoughts would wander
to an imaginary life,

far removed from the circus.

Bongo, bongo, bongo

bongo, bongo, bongo

Some half-forgotten instinct
kept calling him.

For you see, bongo was a dreamer.

Man:
Hey, bongo! Get going! You're on!

Dinah: The call of the wild
kept ringing in his ears.

Psst! Hey. Bongo!

Dinah: He couldn't ignore it any longer.

Bongo, bongo, bongo

dinah: He had to answer the call
of the great open spaces.

Come on out, bongo.

Bongo, bongo

come on out, bongo.

Come on out, bongo!

Bongo, bongo.

Dinah: He was crackin' up!

Bongo, bongo!

- Dinah: He was losin' his grip!
- Bongo, bongo, bongo!

Dinah: He had to escape, to get away!
Just gotta get away!

- Bongo, bongo!
- Gotta get away! Gotta get away.

- Bongo, bongo, bongo!
- Gotta, gotta, gotta!

Bongo! Bongo!

Bongo! Bongo!

Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!

Bongo! Bongo! Bongo!

Dinah: At last he was free.

Free. Free?

Oh! But this was even better
than he'd expected!

"Oh, boy, " thought bongo,
"this is livin'!"

Whoo!

He felt so good,
he just had to run around.

And jump.

Why, he even tried to growl.

"Oh, boy! A tree. That's for me!"

Just right for climbin' too.

Dinah: "Oh, well. What if I can't
climb a big old tree?

"This is still the place
for a fellow like me."

Just lazy and loafin',

and fancy-free.

I love to hang around

the lazy countryside

chorus: Where things
are nice and breezy

dinah: With nature's gang around

the lazy countryside

chorus: Where life is twice as easy

dinah: Where the crickets

You don't hear in the city

keep a-hummin' in your ear
oh, so pretty

and it's just too much for words

listenin' to the chorus of the birds

I like to stay around

the lazy countryside

chorus: And while away the hours

dinah: Just kind of play around

the lazy countryside

chorus: As free as bees and flowers

dinah: There's more fun
in takin' the sun in

and to roam the spaces wide

it's the place for me
gee, but it's great to be

'round the lazy countryside

There's more fun in takin' the sun in

and to roam the spaces wide

it's the place for me

gee, but it's great to be

'round the lazy

countryside

Dinah: "Oh, boy," thought bongo,

"this is the stuff."

"To stretch out under a canopy of stars

"studding the velvet softness
of the night.

"To sleep in the peace
and quiet of the woods."

The stillness of the night descends
like a sheltering veil.

Hush. All nature sleeps.

Dinah: Then came the dawn.

Dinah: Ohh.

Bongo felt as stiff as a board

and as cranky as an old bear.

Bongo was discouraged.

A fine kind of bear
he'd turned out to be!

He didn't even know
how to act like a bear.

This rough, rugged stuff wasn't for him.

Especially on an empty stomach.

Uh-uh.

Dinah: Bongo thought,
"this is just too good to be true!

"I'm either hungry, or I'm still dreamin'.

"Ow! I'm awake! It must be true.

"Oh, this is much better than dreamin'!"

"This must be heaven. It can't be real!

"It's just too good to be true.

"But let me go right on dreamin',
as long as I'm with you."

This is too good

to be true

I can't believe it's real

can it be you

I really see

I never knew

I'd find an angel

and out of the blue

you came to me

you're all the heavenly things

that I've been dreaming of

don't spread your wings

and fly away

but if you're only

passing through

then take me to heaven with you

or is this a dream

too good to be

true

chorus: This is too good to be true

I can't believe it's real

can it be you

I really see

I never knew I'd find an angel

out of the blue, you came to me

you're all the heavenly things

that I've been dreaming of

don't spread your wings

don't fly away

dinah: But if you're only

passing through

then take me to heaven with you

or is this a dream

too good to be

true

dinah: The air grew still
with a sudden chill.

No talk, no laughs, no chatter.

With the trees shaking, the ground
quaking, the crowd began to scatter.

Out of his lair came the third bear
with murder in his eye.

He took in the scene of love serene
with jealousy and surprise.

He was the roughest, toughest,
meanest bear.

Lumpjaw by name, a villain for fair.

Well, what's this?

It's no dream. It's a nightmare!

"Hello,"

was all bongo could say.

"Hmm. Kind of unfriendly.

"Probably doesn't know who I am."

"Just a moment. This is my affair."

"Hello, lulubelle, dear."

Gosh, bongo was surprised.

Why should lulubelle turn
against him?

That was no way for a lady to act.

Lulubelle's feelings were hurt.

All right.

She'd give Mr. Bongo
just one more chance.

"What have I done?"

Poor bongo.

It was too good

to be true

gone were his dreams.
His world was shattered.

Why hadn't someone ever told him
about all of these things

that really mattered?

And now...

Well, now it was just too late.

He'd never find out that
when bears are in love,

they always say it with a slap.

When a bird loves a bird,
he can Twitter

when a puppy falls in love, he can yap

every pigeon likes to coo
when he says I love you

but a bear likes to say it
with a slap

dinah: When a whippoon/vill's
in love, he can whipper

all the horses' neck
and all the turtles snap

every deer and every dove
has a way of makin' love

but a bear likes to say it
with a slap

chorus: You can ask any bear
oh, there's nothin' to compare

with a love tap strong or weak

dinah: So if you're ready for romance
and you ever get the chance

chorus: Grab your girl
dinah: Give her your cheek

so when love comes along
don't be silly

never ever waste your time like a sap

let the others hug and kiss
but the bare facts are this

that a bear likes to say it with a slap

-slap, slap
-chorus: Give me a love tap

Grab your bears
and swing 'em wide

shake their fur and scratch their hide

give her a slap give her a cuff

go 'round that floor and strut your stuff

He slapped her once
and he missed her jaw

and he wound up smackin'
his mother-in-law

now here comes
grandpa gettin' in line

and here comes baby bear behind

Male chorus: Oh, oh, oh, oh

when a bird loves a bird, he can Twitter

When a puppy falls in love, he can yap

every pigeon likes to coo
when he says I love you

but a bear likes to say it with a slap

when a whippoon/vill's
in love, he can whipper

all of the horses' neck
and all the turtles snap

every deer and every dove
has a way of makin' love

but a bear likes to say it with a slap

you can ask any bear

oh, there's nothing to compare
with a love tap, strong or weak

if you're ready for romance

and you ever get the chance
grab your girl, give her your cheek

so when love comes along
don't be silly

never ever waste your time like a sap

let the others hug and kiss
but the bare facts are this

that a bear likes to say it with a slap

slap, slap

Male chorus: So when love
comes along don't be silly

never ever waste your time like a sap

let the others hug and kiss
but the bare facts are this

that a bear likes to say it with a slap

dinah: "I love you, lulubelle."

"I love you too, bongo."

Chorus: You're
all the heavenly things

that I've been dreaming of

don't spread your wings

and fly away

dinah: But if you're only

passing through

then take me to heaven with you

or is this a dream

too good to be

-true
-chorus: Is it only a dream

too good to be true

Excuse me. There.

Now who says dreams
don't come true? We!!!

Three is a crowd, they say.
So I'll drop back another day.

"Miss luana patten."

Mmm! Well.

Of course, it's not cricket
to read other folks' mail, but...

"A party!

"Tonight!" mmm.

"The house across the way.

"Charlie McCarthy. Mortimer snerd!

"Edgar Bergen?"
Huh. Never heard of him.

"Please come!" Why, I'd be delighted!

Chorus: Join the party, come along

it's a cinch can't go wrong

now's the time to see
what you can see

the house is just across the way

better hurry don't delay

you'll be full of fun and fancy-free

Oh, dear.
Nanny goats and petticoats.

- I'm a caution.
- Yes, you certainly are.

Tell me, what is the secret
of your lovely complexion?

- Well, I... I use saddle soap.
- I see.

- Yes.
- Yes.

If I'm not being too personal, Ophelia...

- Yeah?
- Uh, how old are you?

- Oh, I'm, uh, a girl my age.
- A girl your age?

- Yes.
- And how old is that?

- Uh, twenty-eight.
- Twenty-eight.

I thought you were
a little bit older than that.

Well, I knocked off a few years
for good behavior.

I don't care for that. It's kid stuff.

Well, we're awfully glad
you came to our party.

- Well... oh, yes, indeedy.
- Did you have fun?

I thought Charlie made a pig
of himself with that chocolate cake.

Edgar Bergen: You're quite right.
Ophelia: Oh, yes, I am. Yes.

Bergen: Yes, I agree with you.

- Well, good night, luana.
- Good night, Ophelia.

- Bonne nuit, Mortimer.
- Uh... ma'am?

Uh, yes, ma'am. Yeah, yeah. Bunny...

Bunny, bunny wee, bunny wee. Bun...

I don't know no bunny wee.

- Ophelia: Good night, Charlie.
- Uh, good night.

- You know, Ophelia, you look so sweet.
- Ah, what'd you say?

- I say, I think you look so sweet.
- Yes?

- I'm going to kiss you good night.
- Oh, help, help, help!

Help.

Isn't that a wonderful trick?

Yes, it is. Yes.
I wish I could enjoy my first childhood

as much as he does his second.

Now, luana, how would you like
another piece of cake

or some ice cream?

- No, thank you. I'm full up.
- Some candy?

- Care for a cigar?
- Me?

How about you, Mortimer?

- Mortimer?
- Uh... I don't smoke.

I don't mean that.
Well, what shall we do now?

Any suggestions?

How would you like to go down
to the city dump,

- and watch me slug rats?
- Certainly not.

How would you like
to hear me tell a story?

Oh, I'd love it. Wouldn't you, Charlie?

Well, I... Yeah, no.

This is a story that
everyone should know.

Yes, but not everyone should tell it.
And you know who.

Well, I'm going to tell it anyway.
Now, many, many years ago...

I think I'll run out and wind a sundial.

- You'll stay right here.
- Yes, sir.

Bergen: Once upon a time,
long, long ago...

Funny, nothing ever
happens nowadays.

There was a place called happy valley.

Now, it was called happy valley

because everyone
who lived there was happy.

No! Well, there's a hunk of logic for you.

Are you listening, Mortimer?

- Uh, happy valley?
- That's right, yes.

Now just try and imagine it.

Can't you just close your eyes
and see it?

Well, I can't see very good
with my eyes closed.

My eyelids get in the way.

- You create a picture in your mind's eye.
- Oh.

That's not easy for him.
His mind gets in the way.

- Now try and paint a mental picture.
- Yeah.

I painted a barn once, I did.

- Well, that's very interesting.
- Yeah.

- It was... it was a red barn. It was. Yeah.
- Well, forget the barn.

- Yeah.
- And try and picture happy valley.

- Well, I'll... I'll work on it.
- That's the spirit.

Yeah. Yeah. I'll work on it.

Let's see, uh... let's see, now.

It's, uh... oh, let's say it's about...

Uh, what was the question?

- Happy valley.
- Oh, yeah! Yeah. That's right. Yeah.

- Let's see...
- Think hard!

Yeah.

Let's see...

Oh, I'm tired. All that work for nothin'.

- Can I try?
- Bergen: Certainly.

Yes. I think I can see it, Mr. Bergen.

It's beautiful.

Bergen: Yes, it was one of nature's
garden spots

nestled among the green, rolling hills.

Can't you see the lovely brook
as it flows through the valley?

Mortimer: Mmm. Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Bergen: The winding roads,
lined with stately trees.

Mortimer: Trees. Yeah.

Bergen: Lush fields and prosperous
farms dot the landscape.

Mortimer: Landscape. Yeah.

Bergen: And high on a hilltop
overlooking the valley,

- shining like a Jewel, stands...
- Mortimer: My red barn.

Bergen: No, no.
It was something much nicer.

- It was a majestic castle!
- Luana: Oh, that's pretty.

Bergen: And something very precious
is kept within these castle walls.

Luana: What is it?

Bergen: It's a magic,
singing harp. Listen.

What a happy day

what a sunny sky
kind of makes you sigh in a happy way

what a very merry day

all the world is gay

when your cares are light
and your heart takes flight

and you're swept away

the air is sweet with clover

the clouds are turning over

oh, yes, they're turning over

just to show their silver lining

my, what a happy day

never knew such bliss
never read of this

in a book or play

what a lovely day

what a great big, gorgeous,
sumptuous, thumping, bumptious

hum-galumptious
simply scrumptious

my, what a happy day

My, what a happy day

never knew such bliss
never read of this in a book or play

what a lovely day

what a great big, gorgeous,
sumptuous, thumping, bumptious

hum-galumptious
simply scrumptious

oh, my, oh, my

what a happy

day -

Bergen: Yes,
the voice of this golden harp

cast a magic spell of joy
and prosperity over the valley.

But it was too good to last.

Charlie: Lknew
there was a catch in it.

Bergen: For one day...
Charlie: They built a schoolhouse.

Bergen: No, no.

One day, a mysterious
shadow crept over the valley.

And then something
dreadful happened!

Luana: What happened?

Bergen: When the shadow lifted,
the golden harp was gone.

No longer was the valley happy,
for without the magic of the harp,

all was misery, misery, misery.

Charlie: Just like the eighth grade.

Bergen: Desolation spread
over the land.

Everything was drying up.

Mortimer: Dry rot.
Charlie: Yes, isn't it?

Bergen: Charlie.
Charlie: Yes, sir.

Bergen: The fields of golden corn
turned to dust.

Charlie: Kerplop.

Bergen: The laughing brook
flowed no more.

To think that this
was once happy valley!

Charlie: Now it's gruesome gulch.

Bergen: Days pass, weeks pass.

Charlie: I pass. New deal.

Luana: What happened
to all the people?

Bergen: Well, suppose we look
in on these humble peasants.

Mortimer: Is that a peasant?
Charlie: That's a cow, stupid.

Luana: Well, at least they had milk.

Bergen: Well, she used to be
a good milker. But now...

Charlie: She's an udder failure.

Bergen: She was the bosom friend
of a once-proud family.

Charlie: Well, they're certainly
out of the high rent district.

Bergen: And there they are,

three poor farmers,
gripped by the pangs of starvation.

Still alive, still breathing,

sharing a pitiful crust between them.

Share and share alike.

Sharing and staring.
Staring and sharing.

Charlie: Uh, just tell it. Don't ham it.

Bergen: But are their spirits broken?

Have they lost hope?

Yes. Men facing famine,
naught left but beans.

Charlie: Ahem. Bean, you mean.

Bergen: Lfit were
one man and three beans...

But, no. One bean and three men.

Charlie: Well,
at least there are no bones in it.

Bergen: Just look
at that miserable creature,

doggedly struggling to maintain life,

a gaunt, lean bag
of bones and feathers.

Truly a picture of despair.

But Donald doesn't whimper.

- Donald doesn't give up.
- Shut up!

I can't stand it!

Goofy: Easy, Donald. Easy!

There. There, now.
There. Easy, Donald.

I'll be all right.

Yeah. I'll be all right.

I'll be all right.

Bergen: He says
he's all right, but I wonder.

He's suffered too much.

What diabolical thought is being
hatched in the fevered brain

of this poor, demented duck?

Donald! No! No!

Nice bossy, bossy.

- Nice old cowsy wowsy.
- Donald!

Mickey: Donald! No, Donald!

Give it here! Let me...

I just gotta eat.

I'm so hungry.

Bergen: The little fellow was
completely out of his head.

- Cut it out, will ya? I get the idea!
- He was a pitiful sight.

Weeks without food.

- Poor Donald.
- Yeah, poor me!

It was all they could do to restrain him.

You see, he had just about reached
the end of his rope.

- Yeah.
- Oh, it was a sorry predicament indeed.

What to do? What to do?

Well, Donald may be nuts,
but he's got the right idea.

Kill the cow.

Oh, no, Charlie!
The cow was their best friend.

Well, a friend in need is a friend indeed.

- So what?
- So, they need some steak.

No! If you're gonna kill the cow,

I don't wanna hear the rest of the story.

Well, she wouldn't have to know.

They could sneak up on her
and surprise her.

Yeah, that's what we'll do.
We'll kill the cow.

Oh, no, Charlie. You mustn't.

We'll get a stranglehold on her
while she's asleep,

and then push her off the cliff.

Oh, no!

I ain't a-gonna listen to the story.

Charlie: Well, it'll be your fault
if they starve to death.

- Luana: Why don't they sell the cow?
- That's just what they did.

Well, why didn't you say so
in the first place and save a lot of time?

I could save a lot of time
by not telling the story at all!

Your idea is not without merit.

Well, back to the scene of desolation.

Things are beginning
to look much brighter now,

because as Mickey goes to the village
to sell the cow,

the thought of prosperity brings
new hope to the famished farmers.

Even Donald has fully recovered,
for soon their long-empty plates

will overflow with food.

Hey, look!

Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie

pancakes piled up
'til they reach the sky

wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa
wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa, wa-wa

ohh

I wanna eat and eat and eat and eat

and eat until I die

both: Turkey, lobster, sweet potato pie

pancakes piled up
'til they reach the sky

lots of starches lots of Greens

fancy chocolate-covered...

-Beansl
-what do you mean, beans?

Yeah, fellows. I sold the cow
for some magic beans!

Beans!

Mickey: But Donald!

These are not ordinary beans!
They're magic beans!

If you plant these beans
in the light of a full moon,

do you know what'll happen?

Yes! We get more beans!

- No, no, Donald!
- Donald: Magic beans!

Bergen: Poor Mickey,

cheated into trading his cow
for a handful of beans.

What a mean trick!

Swindling an innocent farmer
out of all he owned

and lying to him, telling him
that the beans were magic.

Planted in the light of a full moon!

What a shame to deceive
a simple little peasant.

Magic beans, indeed!

- Light of a full moon.
- Charlie: Bergen? Bergen!

Bergen: What?
Luana: There's something moving.

Bergen: Why, yes. Well, maybe
there is some magic in them!

All right, now let's all keep quiet
and see what happens.

Mmm.

Bergen: And all through the night,
it grew onward and upward.

Charlie: That thing
is a menace to aviation.

Bergen: And so,
with the coming of dawn,

we find the bewildered farmers
staring at a mammoth castle

miles above the earth.

Their curiosity was aroused.
Nothing could hold them back.

Who lives there? Man or monster?

Friend or foe? A Princess or a dragon?

Mortimer: Well, search me.

Bergen: What drew them
toward this place of mystery?

Hunger? Desperation?

Or perhaps it was love of adventure.

What a fantastic experience,
perhaps mortal man

has never before set foot
on this strange land.

Charlie: Well, somebody did.

Mortimer: Oh, gosh!
Who made them?

Charlie: Well, it wasn't cinderella.

Bergen: Soon they reached
the moat surrounding the castle.

But this didn't stop them. On they went,
as if drawn by some irresistible force.

And then, suddenly, without warning,
out of the sky above...

Luana: Ooh! Dragonflies!

Charlie: Yeah. A-flyin' front
and draggin' behind.

-Gee, what whoppersl
-yeah. Bombers!

Come back and fight!

Bergen: Finally,
they reached the castle.

Charlie: The hard way.

Bergen: This was
the biggest adventure of their lives.

Forgotten was their hunger,
forgotten was their fear.

It took courage to scale
these massive steps

to make this journey into the unknown.

But these stouthearted lads
never faltered.

Three minds with but a single thought.

What mystery lurked
within those cold, forbidding walls?

What strange spell hovered
over this gloomy place?

Will no one answer?

Are they walking into a trap?
Do they go in?

Charlie: You know, you could stand
some rehearsal on this story.

Bergen: Inside, the tremendous hall
was as silent as a tomb.

Not a sign of life anywhere.

Charlie: Caught with his pants...

Bergen: Charlie!
Charlie: Caught with his pants...

Bergen: Charlie!
Charlie: Well, his slip was showing.

Bergen: They gazed
in speechless wonder

almost afraid to breathe.

Suddenly, they looked up.
What was it?

Donald: Food! Let me at it!

Oh! Who's there? Who is it?

Mickey: That's the harp!
Donald: Boy, oh, boy!

How'd you get here?

I was kidnapped by that wicked giant!

- Oh! A giant!
- A giant!

- A giant?
- A giant!

- Bigger than 40 men.
- Oh, no!

An ogre who had the power to turn
himself into anything, man or beast.

That calls for a drink.

It was this heartless monster that
swooped down under cover of darkness

carried off the golden harp
and brought ruin to happy valley.

- No!
- Scary voice: Ohh!

Ohh...

- I'm a giant.
- You are not.

- You're nothing of the kind.
- Well, I'm a small giant.

- No, you're not.
- I'm, uh... I'm tougher than 40 men.

- You're not.
- Well, uh, 20 men.

- No.
- No? Ten men?

Aren't you ashamed of yourself,
Charlie? Why do you act like that?

I don't know. I guess
it's just a stage I'm goin' through.

Well, take off that moustache.

Now go over there
and behave yourself.

Yes, sir. Everything I do is wrong.

But why did the giant
want to steal the harp?

Because he was cruel and selfish.

He didn't care
what happened to the valley.

He just wanted someone
to sing him to sleep.

Well, why didn't he turn on the radio?

Well, they didn't have radios
in those days.

Yeah. That's why they called it
happy valley.

- What did the giant look like?
- Well, he was...

Oh... I'll try and show you.

He looked something like this.

Looks like my pig, smedley.

Never mind the self-portraits.

Well, no, that isn't right.
He looked more like,

more like this.

There he is now. And the giant came
home for dinner, roaring...

Drunk.

- I was not!
- Bergen: I mean, he was not.

Bergen: Down the castle hall
he came roaring...

Fe, fi, fo, fum!

Fe, fi, fo, fum!

Fe, fi, fo, fum

he, hi, ho, hum

I'm a most amazing guy
a most amazing guy am I

fe, fi, fo, fum

he, hi, ho, hum

I'm the stuff, I'm tellin' you
for here's what I can do

I can change myself into an elf

fly up high like the birdies

I can disappear into atmosphere

peekaboo
'cause I know the magic wordies

fi, fo, fe, foy fe, fe, fe, fe

Fifi? I don't know no Fifi.

Bergen: Those are
his magic words, you know.

Fe, fi, fo, fum.

- I smell...
- Charlie: You're telling us!

Bergen: Now, wait a minute.
He may be smarter than he looks.

Luana: Oh, lhope
he doesn't find them.

Charlie: Hey, giant,
you're getting warm.

Mo rtim e r: Well, don't tell him!

Charlie: Behind the jar, stupid.
Luana: Charlie!

Giant: Pot roast! Chocolate pot roast!

With stispacio... with dismashmee...

With dismash...

With green gravy.

Feedy, fidey,

fodey,

fum!

Gesundheit.

Oh, no, you don't!
You can't get away from Willie.

Igotyoul

I think I got you.

Yeah, I got you.

Willie.

What?

Charlie: He'll have to talk fast
to get out of this one.

Bergen: Well, you leave it to Mickey.
Just watch.

Ten, twenty, thirty, forty.
Boy, what a life line!

But what's this here?

What is it? What is it!

Uh-ohl I can't believe it!

- Is it bad?
- Why, it says here,

that you can change
yourself into anything!

Sure, sure! You wanna see me?

I can change myself
into the darndest things!

Go on, give me somethin'.

- Anything!
- Anything?

Anything.

Bergen: See?
Mickey never misses a trick.

- He's got a good idea.
- Well...

Can you change into a fly?

A cute, teeny-weeny,
itsy-bitsy housefly?

That's it. A housefly.

Aw, you don't want a fly.

How about a bunny
with long, pink ears?

Ha. Well, of course,
if you can't do a fly, why, uh...

All right. A fly.

- Why?
- Well, they're...

- Because.
- Okay.

A teeny-weeny fly.

With pink wings.

Now for the magic wordies.

Fe, fi, fo, fum he, hi, ho, hum

I'm a most amazing guy
te, ti, te, ti, te, ti

you sure you don't want a pink bunny?

Hey, what is this?

You think you fool Willie.

Charlie: Yeah, a couple more good
ideas like that, and they're finished.

Bergen: Well, I'll admit
the little fellows are in a bad fix.

But Mickey isn't one
to give up without a struggle.

And with a little luck,
they may still pull through.

This isn't the first time
Mickey's been in a tight spot.

Charlie: Anybody wanna buy
a tall, thin mouse?

Bergen: No, thank you. I mean no.

Yes, things look pretty dark
for the prisoners.

Charlie: Looks like
their goose is cooked.

Bergen: Oh, fate may yet deal them
a winning hand.

Don't forget,
there's still the magic harp.

She knows the giant's weakness.

Charlie: She could be my weakness.

Bergen: There might still be a chance
of escape

if she could only use her magic voice
to put the giant to sleep.

Charlie: If she can't, I know who can.

Bergen: Shh.
Let's all be quiet now and see.

In my favorite dream

everyone is so delightful

no one's mean or spiteful

in my favorite dream

yes, and in my favorite dream

there my heart can go romancing

dancing to a heavenly theme

but there's something else
I look fon/vard to

it's a secret

but here's a clue

he's my favorite

you know who

you're the hero of

my most favorite -

Dream

oh, mercy. Forgiveness.

In his right vest pocket

you'll find the key

the right vest pocket
go carefully

Oh!

Ah... ah... ah...

I'll smash... ah... I'll smash...
Ah... ah... ah...

Where is he?

Hello?

Nightmare.

Oh, boy.

- He made it!
- He did?

- Here he comes with the key!
- Let me have it, Mickey!

Bergen: Well,
it looks like success at last.

Free from the clutches
of that terrible monster.

And now to find the beanstalk, climb
down and return home in triumph

with a big surprise for happy valley.

But wait. Mickey's
going to make doubly sure.

He's taking no chances.

Just in case the giant might wake up.

Luana: Oh!

Charlie: Ha.
Should have left well enough alone.

Come back here! Come back here!

Bergen: And there goes the giant!

He's helpless now,
tumbling over and over and over,

down, down, down, down.

And so with the passing
of the wicked giant,

happy valley echoed once again
with song and laughter.

For with the return of the magic harp,

peace and prosperity
reigned throughout the land.

- And the people of the valley...
- We know.

- Lived happily ever after.
- Lived happily ever after.

You're a wonderful storyteller,
Mr. Bergen. Isn't he, Charlie?

Simply thrilling.

You're even better than
the old-fashioned sleeping pill.

Bergen: What's the matter, Mortimer?

Oh, the poor giant got killed, that he did.

- I don't like them sad endings.
- Oh, now, you don't understand.

Willie was a nice giant, he was.

He just got too big for his britches.

- But you don't understand.
- No, don't touch me.

I'll be all right.

Oh, excuse me.

What I'm trying to explain, Mortimer,

is that Willie the giant
didn't actually exist.

- No?
- No. He's a metaphysical phenomenon

of your subconscious mind,

a phantasmagoria
of your mental faculties.

Yeah?

In other words,
just a figment of your imagination.

- No!
- Yes.

So there's nothing to be upset about.

Mortimer: Oh!

Hey! Has anybody seen anything

of a teensy-weensy little mouse?

No. I...

Luana: Oh, Mr. Bergen!

Bergen, speak to me. Speak to me.

What's the matter with him?
Somethin' he ate?

Uh, no. It's a fig,

figmentation of his imagination.

- No!
- Mortimer: Yeah.

Well, good night, Willie.

Don't slam the roof.

You might wake Mr. Bergen.

Now some folks don't believe in giants

castles up above

and others say that bears don't talk

and never fall in love

if you really wanna find

happiness peace of mind

believe in all your dreams

and you will see

you'll be full of fun and fancy

free and full of fun

and fancy-free