Narrator: Many sad and lonely years passed by for King Stefan and his people. But as the time for the princess' sixteenth birthday drew near, the entire kingdom began to rejoice. For everyone knew that as long as Maleficent's domain, the Forbidden Mountains, thundered with her wrath and frustration, her evil prophecy had not yet been fulfilled.
(Thunder and lightning roar. Inside Maleficent's castle, Maleficent was pacing back and forth as the goon guards watched their mistress.)
Maleficent: (frustrated) It's incredible, sixteen years and not a trace of her! She couldn't have vanished into thin air! Are you sure you searched everywhere?
Goon Guard 1: Yeah, yeah, everywhere. We all did.
Goons: Yeah, yeah!
Maleficent: But what about the town, the forests, the mountains?
Goon Guard 1: We searched mountains, forests, and houses, and let me see, in all the cradles.
Maleficent: Cradle?
Goon Guard 1: Yeah, yeah, every cradle.
Maleficent: Cradle?! (looks at her Rookidee) Did you hear that my pet? All these years, they've been looking for a baby! (laughing)
Goons: (laughing)
Maleficent: (furious) Fools!
(The goons stopped laughing and looked at her with such fear.)
Maleficent: (angrily yells) Idiots! Imbeciles!
(Maleficent drives her goons away by flinging lightning bolts at them from her staff. Once they're gone, Maleficent calms down and was alone with her Rookidee again as she slumps in her throne, miserably.)
Maleficent: Oh, they're hopeless. A disgrace to the forces of evil.
Rookidee: (flew to her thrown and looked at her) Rooki...
Maleficent: (looks at him) My pet, you are my last hope. Circle far and wide, search for a maid of sixteen with hair of sunshine gold and lips red as the rose. Go, and do not fail me.
(Maleficent released her Pokémon and let him flew out of the castle, away from the mountains and into the woods.)
Narrator: And so, for sixteen long years, the whereabouts of the princess remained a mystery, while deep in the forest, in a woodcutter's cottage, the good fairies carried out their well-laid plan. Living like mortals, they had reared the child as their own and called her Briar Rose.
(A window of the cottage opens, and a young woman and a Roselia appeared as they were cleaning. The young woman had beautiful golden hair and her lips were red as the rose. She was called Briar Rose and her Pokémon, a Roselia, called Bloom.)
Briar Rose: (humming a tune while cleaning the window pane)
Bloom: (helping her)
Narrator: On this, her sixteenth birthday, the Good Fairies had planned a party and something extra special for her surprise.
(In the downstairs cottage, by the kitchen, the fairies and their Floettes were by the table, looking at a book.)
Merryweather: Well, now, how about this one?
Flora: This is the one I picked.
Fauna: Oh she'll look beautiful in it.
Ivy: (nods in agreement) Floette.
Flora: Now I thought a few changes here…
Merryweather: Aha.
Fauna: Don't forget a pretty bow…
Flora: Yes, and there's the shoulder line.
Merryweather: We'll make it blue.
Flora: Oh no, dear, pink.
Merryweather: But...
Flora: Of course, we'll need a few pleats.
Fauna: Yes, but how are we going to get her out of the house?
Flora: Oh, I'll think of something.
(Briar Rose and Bloom came down the stairs as they finished their chores. Rose saw her aunts chatting and she smirk as she walked towards them.)
Briar Rose: Well...
(The fairies and Floettes jumped and turned to face Briar Rose while Fauna quickly hid the book behind her)
Briar Rose: …and what are you three dears up to?
Merryweather: Up to?
Fauna: Up to?
Flora: Up to?
Floettes: Floettes?
Flora: Eh, eh, eh, we, we, well, we, we…
(Briar Rose and Bloom looked at each other and looked back at the fairies. Merryweather spotted a basket and thought of an idea.)
Merryweather: (picked the flowers out of the basket and handed to Rose) Want you to pick some berries.
Flora: That's it! Berries! (pushes Rose while Fauna helped and the Floettes pushed Bloom along.)
Briar Rose: Berries?
Fauna: Lots of berries.
Briar Rose: But I picked berries yesterday.
Bloom: Roselia.
Flora: Oh, we need more, dear.
Fauna: Lots, lots more.
Flora: Yes!
(The fairies and the Floettes pushed Briar Rose and Bloom out of the house. Rose smirk, wondering what they are up to.)
Briar Rose: Come along, Bloom. (starts walking)
Bloom: Roselia. (following her)
Flora: Now, don't hurry back, dear.
Merryweather: And don't go too far.
Flora: And don't speak to strangers.
Fauna: Goodbye, dear!
Merryweather: Goodbye!
Flora: Goodbye!
Briar Rose: Goodbye!
(The fairies and the Floettes watched them go but Merryweather and Holly started to feel suspicious.)
Merryweather: I wonder if she suspects.
Flora: Of course not, come on. Will she be surprised!
(They all went inside with excitement as they were gathering things.)
Merryweather: A real birthday party.
Fauna: With a real birthday cake.
Flora: Yes, and a dress a princess can be proud of.
Rosa: (nods her head) Floette.
Merryweather: (goes up the stairs with Holly) I'll get the wands.
Flora: Yes, you … the wands?
Fauna: Oh, no.
Flora: No magic!
Holly: (frustrated) Floette!
Merryweather: (goes back down the stairs) But the sixteen years are almost over.
Flora: (giving Merryweather the fabric and sewing basket for her to hold) We're taking no chances.
Merryweather: But, I never baked a fancy cake.
Flora: Oh, you won't have to, dear.
Fauna: (holding bowls and cups in her arms) Ivy and I are going to bake the cake.
Merryweather: You?
Flora: (handing Merryweather another fabric) She's always wanted to, dear, and this is her last chance.
Merryweather: Well…
Fauna: We're going to make it fifteen layers with pink and blue, forgive-me-nots…
Flora: (handed another fabric to Merryweather) And Rosa and I are making the dress.
Merryweather: (tries carrying them as she could) But you can't sew, and she's never cooked!
Flora: Oh, it's simple.
Fauna: All you do is follow the book.
Flora: (directs Merryweather to stand on a stool) Up here, dear. You can be the dummy.
Holly: (not liking where this was going for the two)
Merryweather: Well, I still say we ought to use magic.
(Flora throws a sheet of pink cloth above Merryweather and begins cutting with a pair of scissors. Fauna has laid all the ingredients for the cake before her.)
Fauna: (reads from the book) Flour, three cups. (searching) Cups, cups, cups, cups, cups…
Ivy: (points) Floette...
Fauna: (looks at Ivy and spotted three cups of different sizes on the table and uses them to pour flour into the bowl) One, two, three.
Flora: (cuts a circular hole into the sheet while Rosa was holding the pin cusion)
Holly: (just watching them work)
Merryweather: What's that for?
Flora: Well, it's got to have a hole in the bottom.
Fauna: That's for the feet to go through.
(Flora throws the fabric over Merryweather.)
Merryweather: It's pink!
Flora: Oh, lovely shade, isn't it.
Merryweather: But I wanted it blue.
Holly: (nods her head) Floette.
Flora: Now, dear, we decided pink was her color.
Merryweather: You decided! (letting the fabric go over her while Flora continues working)
Fauna: (reading the book) Two eggs, fold in gently. Fold? Oh, well. (puts two eggs into the bowl and starts to fold them in and the egg shells cracked.)
Merryweather: (being completely hulled into the pink cloth) (muffled) I can't breathe! (Flora cuts the cloth open at the top. Merryweather takes a look at the dress from the inside)
Holly: (shook her head at the dress making) Floette.
Merryweather: It looks awful.
Flora: That's because it's on you, dear.
Fauna: (looks at the book) Now, yeast. One tisp. Tisp?
Ivy: Floette?
Merryweather: One teaspoon!
Fauna: (grabs a teaspoon) One teaspoon, of course. (putting a teaspoon of yeast and continue working)
Flora: (measures some size of the dress) Oh, gracious. How the child has grown.
Rosa: (nods) Floette.
Merryweather: Oh, it seems only yesterday we brought her here.
Fauna: Just a tiny baby.
Ivy: Floette, floette.
Fauna: Yes and now she even has her own Pokémon.
(Flora continues working until she and the Floettes notice Merryweather crying.)
Flora: Why, Merryweather!
Fauna: Whatever's the matter, dear?
Merryweather: (sensitively) After the day, she'll be a princess, and we won't have any Briar Rose.
Fauna: Oh, Flora!
Flora: (starts to loose a tear but wiped it away) Now, now, now, now we all knew this day had to come.
Fauna: But, why did it have to come so soon?
Ivy: (feels sad) Floette.
Flora: (pinning the sleeves to the dress) After all, we've had her for sixteen years.
Merryweather: Sixteen wonderful years.
(The fairies and the Floettes smiled as they reminiscence the moments but Flora snapped back to reality.)
Flora: Good gracious, We're acting like a lot of ninnies! Come on, she'll be back before we get started.
To Be Continued...