Once a time
I wish...
in a kingdom
More anything...
lived a maiden,
More jewels...
a sad lad
I wish...
and a childless
More life...
& BAKER I wish...
his wife.
More anything...
CINDERELLA, & JACK than the moon...
BAKER'S I wish...
The King is giving a Festival. & WIFE
More life...
I wish...
I to go to the Festival.
More riches...
I my cow would give us milk.
And the Ball...
BAKER'S than anything...
Please,
I we had a child.
BAKER'S I a child...
Squeeze, pal...
I to go to the Festival.
I you'd give us some milk or cheese...
I wish...
BAKER'S I wish we have a child. I wish... I wish...
You wish to go to the
The poor mother had died,
You Cinderella, you wish to go to the
What, you, Cinderella, the The Festival?!
What, you wish to go to the
ALL The The King's
And her father had taken for his new
The Festival...
a with two daughters of her own.
Look at nails!
Look at dress!
People would laugh at
CINDERELLA, STEPMOTHER, & Nevertheless, I/she still want/s to go to the And dance the Prince.
All three beautiful of face, but vile and black of heart. Jack, on the other hand, had no father, and his
MOTHER I wish...
Well, she was not beautiful-
MOTHER I wish my son not a fool. I my house was not a mess. I wish the cow was of milk. I the house was full of gold- I a lot of things...
You child! are you doing with a cow inside the house?
A warm enviroment might be what Milky White needs to his milk.
JACK'S a she! How times must I tell you? shes can give milk!
BAKER'S Why, in, little girl.
LITTLE RED HOOD I wish...
not for me, It's for my in the woods. A loaf of bread, To my poor old hungry in the woods...
Just a of bread, please...
Cinderella's Stepmother had a for her.
I emptied a pot of lentils into the ashes for you. If you have them out again in two hours' time, you shall go to the with us.
LITTLE RED RIDING And perhaps a bun?... Or four?...
in the sky, in the eaves, I the leaves, In the fields, In the and ponds...
LITTLE RED RIDING And a few of pies... please...
Come, birds, Down from the And the leaves, fields, Out of and ponds...
Now, squeeze, pal...
Ahhh... Quick, birds, through the ashes. and peck, but swiftly, Sift the ashes, the pot...
JACK'S well, son. Milky-White must be taken to market.
But, mother, no- the best cow-
JACK'S Was! Was! been dry for a week. no food, no money, and no but to sell her.
But mother...
JACK'S at her! There are on her dugs. There are in her eyes. a lump on her rump Big enough to be a
JACK'S Son, no time to sit and dither, While her wither's wither with And no one a cow for a friend!
Sometimes I you're touched.
RED RIDING HOOD the woods, It's to go, I to leave, I to, though. Into the time, and so I must my journey.
the woods And the trees To I am ma'am, Into the To Grandmother's
Into the To house-
WIFE You're certain of way?
LITTLE RED RIDING The way is clear, The is good, I no fear, Nor no one should. The are just trees, The are just wood. I of hate to ask it, But do you a basket?
the woods And the dell, The is straight, I it well. the woods, And who can What's waiting on the
Into the To some bread To who Is in bed. can tell What ahead. For all I know, already dead.
But the woods, the woods, Into the To house And before dark.
Fly, birds, to the sky, Back to the And the And the And
up and do my hair, Cinderella!
Are you wearing that?
Here, I found a tear, Cinderella.
Can't you it with a hat?
You beautiful.
I know.
She me.
Put it in a twist.
Who be there?...
Mother be good, said be nice, That was their advice. So be nice, Cinderella, Good, Cinderella, good good nice-
Tighter!
What's the good of good If everyone is And you're always behind? mind, Cinderella, Kind Nice good nice good nice-
(Florinda slaps hard across the face.)
Not tight!
I'm sorry.
Clod.
Because the had lost his Father and his Mother in a accident... Well, at least that's he believed, he was eager to a family of his own, and was concerned that all efforts now had failed.
Who that be?
WIFE We've sold our last of bread.
It's the from next door!
BAKER & BAKER'S We no bread.
Of you've got no bread!
Then what is it you
It's not I wish! It's what you wish!
(points to Wife) Nothing cooking in now is there?
The old enchantress the couple she had a spell on their house.
What
In the past, you were no more than a babe, your Father his young wife and you here to this cottage. were a handsome couple, but not neighbours! You see, your was with child, and she had an unusual appetite. She took one at my beautiful garden, and told your father that what she wanted than anything in the was
(rapping) Greens, greens and nothing but Parsley, peppers, and celery, Asparagus and and Fiddleferns, lettuce-!
He said, "All right," But it wasn't, quite, I caught him in the autumn In my one night! He was me, me, Rooting my rutabaga, my arugula and Ripping up my (My champion! My favorite!)- I should laid a spell on him there, Could changed him into stone Or a dog or a chair...
But I let him the rampion- I'd to spare. In return, however, I said, "Fair is You can let me the baby That your wife bear.
And we'll it square."
I had a
No! But you had a sister.
But the refused to tell him anymore of his sister. Not even that her was Rapunzel.
I though I had more than reasonable. And that we all might live there after. But how was I to know your father had also in his pocket? You see, I had inheireted that garden, my mother warned me that I be punished if I to ever loose any of the BEANS!
BAKER &
The beans.
I let him go, I know He'd my beans!
I was him crawl, Back the wall-! bang! Crash! And the flash! And- well, another story, mind- Anyway, at The big day came, And I my claim. "Oh, take away the baby," They and screeched, But I did, And I hid her she'll never be reached.
Your cried, your died. And for measure- I it was a pleasure- I said, "Sorry, I'm not mollified."
And I laid spell on them- You, too, That your tree always be a barren one...
BAKER'S No!!
So there's no more And there's no more And my thrives- You see my nectarines! But I'm tellling you the I tell and queens: ever never ever Mess around my greens! the beans.
JACK'S Now closely to me, Jack. Lead to market and fetch the best you can. Take no less five pounds. Are you to me?
Jack Jack, in a sack, The is getting colder, is not the time for dreaming.
Chimney to crack, The mice are bolder, The gone slack, Your getting older, father's not back, And you can't just sit dreaming pretty dreams.
To and wait day to day Will never The away.
So into the The is now. We to live, I don't how. the woods To the cow, You begin the journey. to the woods and don't We have to The marketplace. Into the woods to end-
Into the woods to sell a
JACK'S Someday have a real pet, Jack.
A piggy?!
JACK'S (groan)
Meanwhile, the Witch, for of her own, explained how the might lift the spell;
You wish to The curse I'll a certain first. Go to the and bring me back the cow as white as milk, Two: the as red as blood, Three: the hair as as corn, the slipper as pure as gold.
Bring me Before the Of midnight, In day's time, And you have, I guarantee, A as perfect As can be.
Go to the wood!
Ladies. Our waits.
Now may I go to the
The Festival-! Darling, nails! Darling, clothes! are one thing but Darling, those, make us the fools of the Festival And the Prince!
FATHER Our is waiting.
We be gone.
night, Father. I wish...
Look what I in father's hunting jacket.
WIFE Six beans.
I wonder if they
BAKER'S The Witch's beans! take them with us!
No! You are not to come.
BAKER'S I know you are of the woods at night.
No! The is on my house. Only I can the spell, The is on my house.
BAKER'S No, no, the is on our house. We lift the spell.
No. You are not to and that is final. Now what am I to return
WIFE You remember?
The cow as as milk, The as red as blood, The as yellow as corn, The slipper as pure as
The cow as as milk, The as red as blood, The hair as as corn, The as pure as gold...
And so the Baker, reluctantly, set off to the demands. And as for
I still to go to the Festival, But how am I to get to the Festival?
The cow as as milk, The as red as blood, The as yellow as corn-
I know! I'll visit grave, The grave at the tree, And her I just want to Go to the Festival...
The as pure as gold... The cow, the cape, The slipper as as gold-
BAKER'S The hair-!
& BAKER the woods, It's to go, It may be all In vain, I know. the woods- But so, I to take the journey.
CINDERELLA, BAKER & the woods, The is straight, You it well, But who can
Into the woods to lift the
Into the woods to Mother-
BAKER'S Into the woods to the things-
To the potion-
To got to the
CINDERELLA, JACK, JACK'S MOTHER, BAKER, Into the regret, The is made, The is set. the woods, But not why I'm on the journey. (Little Red Riding Joins) the woods to get my wish, I don't how, The is now.
MOTHER Into the to sell the cow-
Into the to get the money-
BAKER'S the woods to lift the spell-
To make the
To go to the
RED RIDING HOOD Into the woods to house... Into the to Grandmother's house...
ALL The way is clear, The is good, I no fear, No no one should. The woods are trees, The are just wood. No to be afraid there-
& BAKER There's something in the there...
ALL the woods, delay, But no To the way. the woods, Who knows may Be on the journey?
Into the To get the That it worth The journeying. into the
& STEPSISTERS To see the
& MOTHER To the cow-
& WIFE To the potion-
ALL To To To To To To To go to the Festival-!
the woods! the woods! the woods, out of the woods, And home dark!