Raggedy Ann & Andy: A Musical Adventure!

Goodbye, Marcella. Have a nice weekend.

Bye, Dad.

Is that you Marcella

Yes, it's me

Come on, get cleaned up for your party.

Okay, Mom, coming.

I'm sorry.

Raggedy Andrew, look after the playroom.

Thank you.

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Grandpa, is Marcella gone for sure?

Yep, the coast is clear, ain't it?

What a day I've had.

I think I must have popped half my stitches.

Don't you worry, Raggedy Ann.

I'll fix 'em up for you in a minute.

Maxie Fix It fixes everything.

Wait, wait, Maxie.

That's Susie Pincushion's kind of work.

There. That's much better now, isn't it?

Oh, it is. What would I do without you?

Well, goodness. The way you go banging around with Marcella,

it's a wonder you didn't lose all your stuffing years ago.

It's true. I do get bounced around a bit.

But you also get to see the world outside,

which is more than we get to see.

Where'd you go? Where'd you go?

What did you do and why?

Tell us what you saw, dear Raggedy.

We're so, oh, so curious, we could die.

Whoa! Whoa!

Dad, what did you see out there, Annie?

Oh, lots of different things.

Some are real for sure strange.

We're a tennis tennis.

Yeah, okay.

Most times it's only the simple everyday things.

Like ribbon bows or puppies and boys or games to play on swings.

But sometimes hanging upside down from Marcella's hand,

by myself I see a very special land.

I look, and what do I see?

Looking out with two brand-new shoe-button eyes,

here's what appears to me.

I see lots of pretty, and a lot of happy,

and a bit of everything that's there inside of me.

I look, and what do I see?

From a head all filled with red and linen in a raggy jampery,

I see lots of smiling and a lot of singing

and a lot of something else that no one else can see.

Lots of butterflies in the air.

Lots of honeycomb everywhere.

All the pretty things we could share together

I look and what do I see?

It's a face as smiling and as hopeful as my own face has to be

Seems something pretty, all lit up and shining

Seems something everyone could be if they were me

When I love

That's what I see

You really see it that way?

Just that love

With the butterflies in the air

Every single day

With the honeycomb everywhere

Really?

With the happiness we could share

Together

I look and what do I see?

It's a face as smiling and as hopeful as I know

A face could be seeing something pretty

Hold it up and shining

Seeing something everyone could be the same as me

When I roll

When I roll

That's what I see

That's the most beautiful thing I ever heard.

Isn't it?

Here's the really big news.

Our little Marcella is seven years old today.

Uh, what's seven years old?

It's a time to have fun.

Parties and singing.

You even get presents.

See, look over there.

Now that looks like a present.

It's a funny kind of box.

It may need fixing.

Look, it's a sprouted feet.

Those feet look familiar.

Matter of fact, they look just like mine.

Do you think it could be...

It is, Andy!

He's wrecked!

He's under there.

Everybody, please help me push.

What a relief!

I was on the floor here doing my push-ups

when wham, bam, everything went dark

and I was squashed by that.

That's Marcella's birthday present.

What do I care?

I spent the whole day under that thing.

What's in the box?

What's in the box?

Gotta find out what's in the box.

Wow!

Ah, something dumb, I bet.

There's something written up there.

Could you read it, Dad?

I can't see from here.

Boost me up.

Here, step on me, darling.

Who cares what it says or what's in it?

Happy birthday, Marcella,

from Paris, France.

Contents.

One French doll.

Just what we need around here.

Another darn doll.

Imagine that.

A doll from Paris.

I'll tell you something.

I'm getting pretty sick and tired of all the dumb things that go on around here.

This is no place for a strong, tough, and terrific boy like myself.

You're strong, tough, and terrific?

I could be, if I didn't have to hang around this nursery and be a girl's doll.

Well, you can push me, shove me, turn me around, but I'm no girl's toy.

You can tie me, toss me upside or down, but I'm no girl's toy.

I sing my own sweet melody, I go my own sweet way.

I won't beg round tomorrow for the kind of affection that was free today.

Oh, you can squeeze me, tease me, say I'm your own, but I'm no girl's toy.

You can charm me, chase me, follow me home, I won't be coy.

You may not like it much, but I'm my own best boy.

And not some sugar and spicy, lacy and nicey, sissy you're gonna enjoy.

No, no, girl's toy.

Oh, Andrew, you're just terrible.

A regular hook fin.

Wouldn't you be pushed around and squashed up

by a bunch of girls?

You come, sonny.

Yeah, you-- tell them what?

What do you mean?

Tell them the truth.

What truth?

Too many girls.

Stop it.

You'll hurt yourself.

Hurt nothing.

I've been hurt enough.

Packages landing on my head.

Tea party.

Dancing lessons.

You're just crazy.

I'm no girl's toy.

Maybe lazy.

Watch it, sister.

You say I'm heaps of trouble and I'm heading for a fall.

Well, no rag, no bone, no hanker hair is gonna make me do what I don't wanna do at all.

So squeeze me, tease me, say I'm your own, but I'm no girl's toy.

Oh, charm me, chase me, follow me home.

Forget it, sweetie.

You may not like it much, but I'm my own best boy.

And not some sugar and spicy, lacy and nicey.

Sissy, you're gonna enjoy now.

No, girls talk.

Not me.

Freeze! Here comes Marcella.

*Gun

Wow.

Babette.

This is Babette, everybody. Isn't she beautiful?

I'm going to blow out your candles!

Okay!

Babette, you must be tired.

You better go to bed.

Raggy and you take good care, Babette?

Welcome to our playroom, Babette.

Babette?

Hey, Babette!

Who are you?

My name is Raggedy Ann.

And this is my brother, Raggedy Andy.

Where am I?

You're in the playroom, that's where.

You'll probably love it.

Oh, la, la, la, la, la.

What am I doing in such a terrible place?

Oh, but you're going to love it here with us.

What are you?

We're dolls like you.

All of us live in the nursery.

All of us different as we can be.

Some of us plump, some of us thin.

Some who are sad and some who always grin.

Shivering timbers!

Look at that! 37 years maroon and a blasted snowstorm!

And not a sign of spring!

Everyone here to welcome you

And all I want to say is really simple

Plain and true

But who are you?