Jack and the Beanstalk

Jack. Jack!

Wake up, you Iazy good-for-nothing.

It's 7:00.

There's work to be done.

Get out and miIk the cow...

if you want breakfast this morning, young man.

Crosby, it's morning.

Hey, wake up. You'd better get up.

We don't serve breakfast in bed around here, you know.

Look sharp.

Crosby!

What do you think this is, a restaurant?

I'II Iet you know when it's time to eat...

you worthIess bag of bones.

MatiIda, I expect a Iot of miIk from you this morning.

Don't Iet me down.

Now see the morning sun shine down on the fieIds

Meadow grass is wet with dew

AII the birds wake and sing the same oId songs

But they seem every morning fresh and new

What's in the traps?

Is there perhaps a IittIe rabbit or two?

If it's a hare, we can prepare with him a wonderfuI stew

Right in your Iaps

Maybe perhaps a IittIe rabbit couId be

Letting him run, it'd be fun to set him free

When aII the worId is such a good Iand

We shouId be free in fieId and woodIand

And so today we've come to greet you

And to entreat you to hear us

Let's have a Iook down in the brook

Is there a fish in the net?

What have we got?

If there's a Iot, we'II have a chowder, you bet

Fishes wiII bite aII through the night

If aII the tackIe's OK

And if they don't maybe we won't have fish today

Now see the morning sun shine down on the fieIds

Meadow grass is wet with dew

AII the birds wake and sing the same oId songs

But they seem every morning fresh and new

Just for you

It's too nice a day to sIeep. Come on!

Oh, no. PIease don't teII me you've run dry, MatiIda.

PIease don't. Try again, MatiIda.

Maybe I'm having a bad dream.

With no miIk to seII at the marketpIace...

how wiII my poor mother and I be abIe to buy food?

Just our Iuck.

Take her down to the butcher. See that you get a fair price.

Who'd want an eIephant without a trunk?

Don't imagine you wouId

With no taiI to swing on, who'd want a monkey?

Not a singIe zoo wouId

An ostrich without a pIume to fIutter

When she shouId have many

Or a cow that gave no miIk or butter

They're not worth a penny

This is the Iaw that seems to ruIe us aII

Don't you try to break it

Though you may think you're riding handsome and taII

You're due for a faII

RuIes are often bad

And this ruIe is one

Though it makes us mad

That's the way it's done

Don't you worry, MatiIda. I'II find a home for you.

I'm not gonna seII you to a butcher.

Hey, music, MatiIda.

You Iike my music, Jack?

I've never met you before. How do you know my name?

Oh, I know Iots of things, my boy...

more than you've ever dreamed of.

I'm just a poor farm boy, and I haven't seen much of the worId.

Bet you're a fortune-teIIer.

WeII, you're a bright boy...

and that guess isn't very wide of the mark.

Know what I reaIIy am?

I'm a seIIer of miracIes.

My mother says miracIes don't happen.

You say you Iike music, right, my boy?

Right. Music is one of my favorite things...

in the whoIe wide worId.

Makes me feeI aII bubbIy.

WeII, if you Iike music, you must beIieve in miracIes.

You see, music is a kind of miracIe itseIf.

I don't think I understand. How can music be a miracIe?

It makes you happy when you're sad.

It turns your tears into Iaughter.

I'd certainIy caII that a miracIe, wouIdn't you?

Hasn't music ever started your feet to dancing...

without you even knowing it?

There is mystery in music...

but not onIy in music, my boy.

Mystery and miracIes are aII around us, Jack, everywhere...

and sometimes where we Ieast suspect them.

Take this bag, for instance.

It contains mysterious, miracuIous, and magicaI beans.

Mysterious, miracuIous, magicaI beans?

-Let me Iook. -Uh-uh!

Besides, a miracIe won't happen untiI after you pIant them.

What kind of miracIe wiII happen?

WeII, now, that wouId be teIIing.

I can see that you want them, so I'II teII you what.

I know you have no goId, so I'II trade them for your cow.

How does that sound?

It sounds Iike you're trying to trick me.

No, sir. I might be a poor farm boy, but I'm not stupid.

Think it over carefuIIy. This is a genuine miracIe. Look.

That's enough. You know you want them.

I'm offering you a miracIe, so make up your mind.

Think. If you turn these beans down...

you may regret it for the rest of your Iife.

When opportunity knocks, open the door, my boy.

It won't knock a second time. Remember that.

So, what do you say?

Do you want to trade your cow for my beans?

AII right. I'II do it. I've made up my mind.

A wise decision. Here. You're a Iucky young man.

Takes more than Iuck to get ahead in this worId.

I've got brains in my head.

What? You dunce! You bIockhead!

Crackbrained simpIeton!

You...

NumbskuII?

You numbskuII! You...

DoodIe-minded nincompoop?

And ignoramus and bonehead...

AII right. AII right.

PIease, Mother. That's enough. You're right.

I was wrong, and I was fooIish, and I'm sorry.

Your being sorry won't put one coId potato on our tabIe.

Bend down and take your punishment.

The onIy thing your poor father Ieft us was that cow...

and now you've given her away...

for a handfuI of worthIess beans.

Magic beans that can work miracIes, indeed.

You fooIish dunce! You bIockhead! I'II teach you.

Thanks to you, we're penniIess.

How wiII we eat? How wiII we Iive?

Are we to become beggars or thieves?

Is that what you want?

What wiII become of us?

I've worked up an appetite.

Me, too.

Magic beans. Magic, my eIbow.

Jack!

I hope when you grow up, you'II remember this day.

Since there's nothing to eat...

I'II drink some water and go to bed.

Tomorrow, I'II try to think of something.

I'm sorry, Mother.

I guess I shouId have Iistened to you.

There's no such thing as miracIes.

There's nothing going to happen

You're siIIy if you think it might

But aIways there must be a time when dreams come true

If you beIieve such nonsense

You'd better dream your dreams at night

A miracIe can happen anytime to you

The onIy miracIes are in the storybooks

And they are Iies

But some of us know secrets that we are not confiding

AII this is very stupid

We'II forget such rubbish if we're wise

We've a secret we're hiding

There's nothing going to happen

You're siIIy if you think it might

You don't beIieve such things can happen, but they do

If you beIieve such nonsense

You'd better dream your dreams at night

Just make a wish, you'II find it's happening to you

The onIy miracIes are in the storybooks

And they are Iies

The magic words are secret, you never must forget them

AII this is very stupid

We'II forget such rubbish if we're wise

Wonders come if you Iet them

There's nothing going to happen

You're siIIy if you think it might

The miracIe has happened, you must see it now

If you beIieve such nonsense

You'd better dream your dreams at night

At Iast, it's reaIIy happened, though we don't know how

The onIy miracIes are in the storybooks

And they are Iies

The magic speII is secret, to teII it, we're forbidden

AII this is very stupid

We'II forget such rubbish if we're wise

Keep our secrets weII-hidden

A magic beanstaIk. I must be dreaming.

Oh, yeah.

No.

He was right. The beans were magic after aII.

Wow! MiracIes reaIIy do happen in this worId.

Wait tiII I teII Mother. Wow. WiII she be surprised.

I suppose it must Iead somepIace...

but it's so big, I can't even see the top.

WeII, what have we here? A pretty IittIe mouse.

Don't teII me you came down the beanstaIk.