The Sky Princess

Have you ever wondered why the sun

and the moon never shine in the sky together?

Long ago,

they were husband and wife.

Their love lit up the sky like never before.

But,

But the moon became jealous of the attention

the sun gave to the universe.

She was so heartbroken

that she wanted nothing to do with him.

Kisiwa Island was split into the Sun Village

and the Moon Kingdom.

Plants could not grow without the sun.

To stop the hunger,

the moon sent animals.

But the people were still depressed

without the sun.

So she lavished them with diamonds, rubies

and lots of gold!

Everybody lived by the monarchy's number one rule:

par-tay!

Meanwhile, on the other side of the island...

The land was fertile.

But without the moon,

people worked non-stop.

A council of wise elders lead the village.

Both sides of the island

were like different planets

until one girl

changed the sky as we know it...

I gotta take Grandma to the doctor,

help Aunt Imani plan her baby shower,

and stop by the market...

You mind watching Kojo and Ayo?

- Gimme! - Gimme!

Do I have a choice?

Dafina, when I was your age,

I had to look after seven younger brothers.

I know, Mama.

But... why do girls always have to baby-sit?

That's the way it was for me,

your grandmother, your great-grand--

Come here, Little Miss Stinky.

It's okay. I'll change her.

Thanks, sweetheart.

Yummy! Yummy!

Yummy! Yummy! Yummy!

Good morning, my children!

What's up!

Hey, Baba. Hey, Omari.

Mama made grits.

Mmmm!

No time for breakfast today.

Aww!

We're starting a very important project.

Oh! The princess stool?

Wow!

Remember,

who it's for is never as important as what it's for.

Will I be surprised with a princess stool

for my birthday tomorrow?

[Kojo cries

Someday, you'll be one cool mama.

What do you want, Mosi?

Happy birthday, Dafina!

Go 'head, it's your birthday.

Go 'head, it's your birthday.

Thanks for remembering.

What kind of guy forgets his future wife's birthday?

Let's not get carried away.

- Gimme, gimme. - Gimme, gimme.

The nerve of you to eat my birthday gift!

No, I... ouch!

I thought it might be romantic to peel you some fruit,

who knew love could be so painful.

Friends have no business being romantic.

We could be much more than friends.

You never know when to quit.

But I know what women want.

Oh really?

A guy who makes them laugh till their stomach hurts.

Or maybe that's gas?

Know the one about the cheetah and the giraffe?

You've told that joke twenty-eight times,

-but who's counting-- -It was a very, very hot day.

And the cheetah went under the biggest tree for some shade.

Along comes the giraffe who says,

"Hey, you took my spots."

Get it?

They both have...

Maybe that joke is for a younger crowd.

Don't worry, I'll get you more fruit tomorrow,

and the day after that, and the day after that,

till we're so old that our teeth fall out

and we can't eat fruit anymore.

Ugh! That's gross,

but kinda sweet too.

Oooh.

Thank you so much for cooking my favorite.

I had to make veggie stew for my birthday girl.

You didn't forget?

Girl, I was in labor with you for twenty-two hours! Um!

I remember every second of it.

When the midwife put you in my arms and you smiled at me,

I thought you were the most precious thing

under the sun.

Happy birthday, Dafina!

Your father and I wanted to give you something

as special and unique as you are.

Wow! It's really pretty!

These eighteen beads represent each year of your life.

Let everything you've learned be a foundation for wisdom.

Thank you so much, Mama and Baba.

Hey girl, what'd you get for your birthday?

My father made this for me.

I guess that's cute,

if you like that sort of thing,

but girl, look what my daddy bought me for my birthday!

Quit showing off, Sizani.

You know her family can't afford gold. Um.

Oh, my bad.

Besides, the only gift that counts

is the one from your boyfriend, right?

Check this out.

See what my man got me for my birthday!

'Ey, we saw Mosi walking around

with a lil' fruit basket yesterday.

Is that all he gave you?

Mosi is not my man.

Don't be ashamed, Dafina.

Some girls get diamonds,

And some girls get corny guys with corny jokes.

Nubia, I told you, he's not my ma--

Hm.

Bye Dafina!

Come on, girl, let's go to the market.

I need new sandals in the worst way.

Ouch!

Girl, what's the matter?

That's exactly what Mosi gave you.

He even kinda looks like Mosi.

Aw, look at him!

Mosi!

What's wrong, sweetheart?

Other girls go shopping

and all I do is baby-sit.

And I know Baba says it's wrong to want gold and diamonds,

but why?

If you're not satisfied with who you are,

a shiny rock won't change anything.

I'm worried about Dafina.

You always worry about the children.

Usually all four of them, at the same time.

This is different.

Dafina is changing.

I know she's not our little girl anymore,

but why are you worried?

She's curious about gold and diamonds.

Plant a seed and you can eat the crop.

Plant a diamond and nothing grows.

Yeah, but... maybe if we bought something

small for Dafina ...like a pair gold earrings,

then she could see that it's not a big deal.

Here in the Sun Village...

our soil, our plants, our whole way of life

is worth more than all of the diamonds

in the Moon Kingdom.

One minute, Baba.

Take your time, son. You're not going anywhere today.

Huh?

You will stay home and help your mother...

Dafina, you will come with me.

This place is so beautiful, Baba.

The real beauty is how everything here has a purpose.

Trees make the air we breathe.

Without them, there is no life.

And this one is eight-hundred years old.

Wow!

Actually, I'm eight-hundred and sixteen,

but I think I look pretty good for my age.

Huh?

Whoa! Uh!

Ebony, this is my daughter, Dafina.

Mm. Mmm. Mmmm! My, my, my!

Watch yourself or you might end up being firewood.

My bad,

but your daughter is fine.

Baobob is such a flirt.

He acts like that with all the trees.

Man please,

you know you ain't got no game.

Do all of you...talk?

We're always talking,

but most folks don't care to listen,

except for your father, he's a good man.

Good man, my twig!

He chops us up into pieces for a living.

But he always talks to us first