The King and I

Moonshee, please come back.

You're going to get in trouble with your master.

Here, Moonshee.

Here.

Moonshee, please.

Hold on.

I'll get you.

Louis.

Here, Moonshee.

Quickly.

Pull!

Hang on, Louis.

Mother?

Moonshee was so afraid.

I should have known it was your fault.

Louis, are you all right?

So she's coming, the King's new school teacher.

Guess what she brings.

Homework?

Pub quizzes?

Those little pink slips they give you when you're tardy?

I hate those.

Progress you fool.

Uh-oh.

Master Little teeth work of art.

No more superstition.

No more fear.

No more--

You.

There will always be me.

I will be ruler of Siam.

Do you understand?

And no school teacher is going to--

I'll use this English school teacher

to help me dethrone the King.

School teacher want to get rid of King too?

Oh.

I get it, oh, Conniving One.

No you don't.

No, I don't get it.

You're right.

But you go and explain to me now, huh?

I'll cleverly convince her that our King

is a cruel, primitive, merciless barbarian!

You very spooky.

She'll write home to the British

begging them to have the King removed

and someone more civilized be made ruler in his place,

such as--

Uh-oh.

Missed spot.

Such as?

You. You.

You.

You.

Good for job.

And not a moment to lose.

Terror is toxic.

This storm has created doubts.

A perfect setting for my powers of illusion.

Let's show them something truly barbaric.

Give me gong.

Oh!

What is it, mother?

I don't know.

What is it?

Yikes.

Mother, what are you doing?

I'm whistling.

Whistling?

That's what I do when I'm afraid.

Whenever I feel afraid,

I hold my head erect and whistle a happy tune so no one will

suspect I'm afraid.

While shivering in my shoes, I strike a careless pose,

and whistle a happy tune, and no one ever knows I'm afraid.

The result of this deception is very strange to tell.

Oh, when I fool the people I fear, I fool myself as well.

I whistle a happy tune and every single time

the happiness in the tune convinces me

that I'm not afraid.

Make believe you're brave, and the trick will take you far.

You may be as brave as you make believe you are.

You may be as brave as you make believe you are.

I whistle a happy tune, and every single time

The happiness in the tune convinces me

that I'm not afraid.

Make believe you're brave, and the trick will take you far.

You may be as brave as you make believe you are.

You may be as brave as you make believe you are.

Hooray!

We did it!

I think this whistling's a very good idea, mother.

A very good idea.

It is a great idea, isn't it?

I don't think I shall ever be afraid again.

I don't think I shall ever be afraid again.

Oh, yes you will.

Have a squint, lad.

Bangkok's out there.

Not you.

Is that the King?

His prime minister, the Kralahome.

He has the power that can be used for or against ya.

I'd be less outspoken than your normal self.

Just some friendly advice, mom.

A thousand welcomes to Siam.

I trust the seas were calm?

Perfectly.

Thank you.

Have you friends in Bangkok?

Oh, I know no one at all.

Then if you need anything, please turn to me.

Oh, no.

Goodbye, Moonshee.

I'll miss you.

Well, maybe you should take the useless creature.

I really wanted a ship's cat to eat rats.

Can I?

Thanks.

You took a tooth from me too.

Your time will come, monkey.

I know torture.

Poor lad.

He'll need a friend in that palace.

Whenever I fear afraid.

Hmm.

Catchy tune.

Where I hear that one?

You'll be shown to your quarters.

Oh.

I was promised a house of my own, outside the palace.

Kings do not always remember what they promise.

Then I will remind the King.

I shall take nothing less than what I have been promised.

You will tell the King this?

I will tell the King this.

It will be an interesting meeting.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Me know this one.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Burma sends a gift to the King of Siam.

Gift?

Sometimes rugs.

Once a cuckoo clock.

This time her.

That girl?

She's a person, not a rug.

A barbarical custom.

The King loves it.

Tell the King what useful thing can you do.

I-- I--

I can--

Go on.

Go on.

I can read, Your Majesty.

Oh, goodness.

In Siam, books are forbidden to servants.

Infinite pardons, Your Majesty.

She can arrange flowers.

Stop it.

Moonshee.

Stop.

Who, who, who?

I am so sorry, Your Majesty.

He meant no harm.

Never hide behind woman's skirt.

Is not brave.

Also impossible to know when she sit down.

I am Anna Leonowens, Your Majesty.

The school teacher you sent for.

Now, there's a matter we must settle.

Yes, yes.

You are part of my plan bringing to Siam what

is good in Western culture.

Come, come, come.

Lab of science.

Press for printing.

First modern Siamese book.

Short history of royal family.

Author, myself.

Unfortunately, is long family.

Oh, that sounds interesting.

Also experimenting with engine of steam on

rolled up steel.

Moonshee.

Ancient Siamese firework.

Shoot on top of palace.

I'm thinking of rocket.

How clever.

Ah, pride and joy.

Air travel is future.

Oh, Louis.

Look.

Quickly.

Go, go.

Please, little teeth.

Don't fall-- ah, ah, ah.

Still working on details.