The Elm-Chanted Forest (1986) Movie Script
Listen carefully
and you will hear the wind speak!
I am Baron Burr!
I travel with the wind, I am
his messenger.
Behold, the Enchanted Elm is here.
The guardian, the good spirit
of our Enchanted Forest.
But now there is a danger
lurking inside it!
A dark
power!
Many dread,
and even run away!
Beavers are gone from these parts
because they are builders.
They are all gone,
all but one.
The Enchanted Elm waits as
only trees can wait
for a stranger who will be
given a special power.
So it says an old tale.
It is the painter. It is predicted
he will change the entire forest.
Wow, what is this?
Hot diggity, a real beaver!
Hold that pose!
I shall call it
Beaver Fever.
Edgar Beaver, that is my name.
And I am Peter Palette.
Artist and lover of nature.
But...
how come I'm talking to a beaver?
You slept under the Enchanted Elm
and gained an incredible power
so you can understand anyone
in the forest. But be careful!
Careful?
Caaaution!
Caaaution!
You nutty crow!
There is much you don't know.
Come, I have to find you a shelter.
I will come with you.
But I'm not afraid.
Now I know, my dear beaver,
that love rules here.
Love, yeah right!
This is to die for!
Caution!
Caution! Caaaution!
Caution! Caution!
Caution!
Stab! Stab!
Cut! Cut!
Carve! Carve! Pierce!
Caution! Caution!
Caution!
What are you warning me
about, you dumb bird?
Trouble! Trouble!
Is that so, Thistle
my court magician!
I've been fooled again.
B-b-b-but...
Stop stammering, you measly torn!
Speak, what is it?
We know of him, great Cactus King.
He is completely harmless.
Use your head, Thistle.
Is there not a prophecy that a
human will finish the cactus reign?
A mere tale, Your Grace.
The painter is harmless.
But we are still watching him.
Right now he is at the beaver's lodge.
Beaver?
Did you say... did you say...
BEAVER?!
Toothpick!
Did I not order all
beavers executed?
There is only one left,
my Cactus King.
Eliminate that beaver, you fool!
And bring me the painter.
For lunch.
For... lunch?
It's going to be my
very special lunch.
At one o'clock sharp.
Hey, can I go first?
Bonjour, monsieur I'artiste.
I am Fifi Fox and I'm
here to be your model.
No, no, no. Do not
thank me, monsieur.
I know true artist needs only
the most beautiful model.
And that, well, c'est moi.
I'm honored, lovely lady.
You're too kind, maestro.
But it is true, voila.
Especially the lavishing colors of
my tail, n'est-Ce pas?
Well, little hedgehog,
what can I do for you?
I would... we would...
Oh my!
Don't be scared!
Did you want your portrait pained?
The Cactus King is king yours and mine,
today he'd like with you to dine.
At one o'clock, now don't be late,
or you will meet a sorry fate.
Oh, no, no, no. Don't go!
Why not? How can I refuse
such a kind invitation?
The Cactus King is evil.
He will harm you.
But if I don't go, what
will I have for lunch?
My parents, Fa and La
are inviting you to lunch with us.
Which lunch would I enjoy more..?
Chestnut cake and
strawberry stem
and robin egg omelette too.
I'm coming! I love that!
Yay! Yummy yummy!
Lead the way, my little friend.
I see, the artist didn't
accept my invitation.
Probably an oversight, Your Grace.
Prophecy...
I will not allow my reign to be
threatened by a stupid prophecy.
I'll chop and hack the entire forest.
He will not get
away from me.
Here it is, a
world-famous truthsayer
and prophecy interpreter
Baron Burr!
How may I be of service,
mighty Cactus King?
You ride the wind
and hear its whisper.
Tell me... tell me... does
that artist bode well or ill?
No man can stop the cactus reign
until the forest runs with paint.
But when it comes the dreaded hour
the hopes of Cactus King will flower.
That's a riddle?
A thorny riddle?
But... your hopes will
flower, Your Grace.
It is obscure, needle-brain.
I must know with pinpoint accuracy.
I'm sure that's a
good omen, majesty.
Tell me, my friend Burr,
how can I chop away the
threat this painter brings?
You can not fight the
wind, Cactus King.
You must learn to bend.
Bend?
Bend?!
Never!
But... what can be done, Your Grace?
He's no longer with the beaver.
The beaver..?
Did you say...
Did you say...
Did you say "the beaver"?!
Don't ever use that word or face
the whirling blades of my shredder.
Find the painter and
bring him to me.
I have spoken!
So, trying to sneak up on me?
And then finish me with your
fists, is that your game?
Surely not.
I am Thistle, court magician
of the Cactus King.
At your service, great bear.
Not great bear, son, but E.
Bear. That's great enough.
At my service, you say? Well, can you
do anything about this torn in my sole?
I'll try. Hold still.
Nothing to it?
Well, I knew it wouldn't hurt. You're
pretty strong for such a small guy.
Alas, that is my fate.
The King demands it.
You'll never make the NBA that way.
NBA?
National Bear Association, son.
Shoot, haven't you ever heard of it?
That's all easy easy-peasy to me.
I could use the help
of a famous athlete.
Just name it, son. I bear you
no ill will after helping me.
I'd be only too happy to repay you.
Come soon again, friend.
You're always welcome.
Thank you, Fa.
To you too, La.
We'll show you a
shortcut home, Peter.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Caution! Caution!
Caaaution!
So I get him straight in
the chin. Right uppercut.
He takes a nap,
and I walk away.
What courage!
What stamina! But...
I still need help to
find that artist.
Don't sweat it, son. I'll
get him, I have a plan.
Leave him alone, please. The
painter is a friend of the forest.
Well I don't know, J. Edgar.
This guy Thistle is my buddy.
Touch the painter and there
will be no more mead for you.
Ohhhh, boy.
That's a heavy penalty.
Please, I need
your assistance.
Give me some running
room, boy. Lighten up!
when you're feelin' kinda lonely
and all bottled up inside
when your little heart is breakin'
for the feelings that you hide
this is the place where you're welcome
where your little heart can mend
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
why would you be lonely
when there's other folks like you
here you will feel homely
and be with your friends too
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
if you look forward to something nice,
or if you're in the need of advice
our door is always open for you,
because now here is your crew
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
why would you be lonely
when there's other folks like you
here you will feel homely
and be with your friends too
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
if you look forward to something nice,
or if you're in the need of advice
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
our door is always open for you,
because now here is your crew
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
Oh my.. Oh my... Oh my...
Well, that's what I call art, son.
Crushing direct with a brush.
Now is our chance, Bud E.
Move it! Hut hut hut!
Let me in, let me in!
Howdy there, partner.
It's just me, Bud. E Bear.
The one and only
true sport legend.
Why hello Mr. Bear.
You came for a portrait?
Not a portrait, son.
I want you to depict
me in the full glory
worthy of my legend.
Well I hope I can show you as
the great athlete you are.
Were, son. Old Bud E. is retired.
Just got a room full of trophies
and a helmet full of memories.
His room might be full but
his head definitely isn't.
What am I going to tell
to the Cactus King now?
Is that so?
No Thistle! No painter!
I've been fooled.
But they cannot hide from me.
If the forest will not
deliver the painter to me
I swear I'll leave no
forest for him to hide in.
Spinetinglers,
advance!
Caution! Caution!
Caution...
The Spinetinglers are not enough.
I need something
more deadly.
Firebug.
That spirit of flame from the
burning core of the Earth.
There are you, Firebug.
Cactus King, tell me
what can I do for you?
How quickly you come
to the point, my friend.
I need your sharp little flames
to hack through some
forest hiding places.
I am not a spirit of
destruction, Cactus King.
I am a spirit of beauty.
What could be more
beautiful than a forest fire?
No, I must stay here,
at the heart of the Earth.
Just a spark.
A pinpoint of light.
A spear of flame.
My flames are not toys.
Don't talk back to me like
that, you smoke-head.
You're nothing but
a ball of hot gas.
Gas? Hot gas?
Over here,
hothead.
You missed again!
Fire! Fire!
Fiiiire!
Hold it, stranger.
All is safe now.
How did this happen?
The Cactus King tricked me.
It was
an accident.
Accidents with fire can be
prevented, if we are careful.
It is so.
And I must watch this
Cactus King in the future.
You're right.
Goodbye, my friend.
Calamity. Calamity.
Even the magic brush can not grow
new trees and flowers overnight.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Caaalamity!
Why is the Cactus
King so angry?
It is the prophecy that says
a human will come to
end the cactus reign.
But I came only to paint.
I make a rather handsome
fox, don't you think?
But for the King you need
a fox head, not a fox body.
There must be something wrong
that makes him so angry.
Frogs, here. Bring
me my magic mirror.
I want to look at my kingdom.
Mirror, mirror, in my hand
show me anything but land.
How could this be?
Mirror, mirror, hear my squall
show me my favorite waterfall.
Who has done this?
Dirt, slime, garbage!
I must clean my waterways.
I must...
Gondola, gondola, gondoli!
Gondola, gondola!
SILENCE!
Sleep now
And dream a watery dream
Let it guide you to a
land of happy dreams
You will find yourself
in a golden harbor
on the strand
of your imagination
put your head on the pillow,
dream about a star waterfall
gently it will rain
drop by drop
let the clock tick away,
it won't break your sleep
just close your eyes
and dream of skies
that is where
happiness waits for you
put your head on the pillow
dream about a star waterfall
gently it will rain
drop by drop
let the clock tick away
it won't break your sleep
just close your eyes
and dream of skies
that is where
happiness waits for you
If I can't cut them,
or burn them,
perhaps I can drown them.
Listen up, slimeball.
Your emperor is here to see
Neptune, the sea king.
Mama Mia! Thousand
of pointy heads.
All ready to slice you
like a green pepper
if you fail to take me to Neptune.
But your excellency
grandissimo
Neptune does not allow
us to wake him up
to be piu belissimo.
You refuse my orders?
You slime!
Spinetinglers!
Ciao! Arrivederci!
Beauty rest?
He'd have to sleep for
a thousand years.
Wakey wakey,
my pretty.
I have a job for you.
If I can't get you
to leave your bed
we'll get your bed to leave you.
Cactus?
How dare you?
Intruder!
I dare all, my wet friend.
You will help me avenge
myself on Firebug.
You will clench his flame.
Then we will flood the forest
and drown this obnoxious painter
together with his friends.
So it was you
who polluted my beautiful
lakes and rivers.
- You!
- Yes.
We shall destroy the forest.
When the tide comes, you
shall have your lakes
and I will have my desert.
Water? It's water you
want, Cactus King?
Then it's water you'll get.
Wait! Stop!
Not me, fool!
Wait!
Spinetinglers, help!
Water.
Gushing and gurgling
constantly.
From my magic barrel.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Yoo-hoo, monsieur Bear.
Miss Fifi, look out!
Vous ettes, Mon
Amie, my hero!
Cherie...
Aww shucks!
It's nothing.
Quickly, quickly! Why
don't you use your brush?
I can't, Mi.
My bag was caught
by the flood.
See? It's snagged way over
there, on the tree branch.
But... but...
what can we do?
Caution! Caution!
Keep warning them,
featherbrain.
Keep croaking.
I have only begun to sharpen
my spines against them.
Oh great Elm,
they told me because I
slept under your branches
I acquired power to speak
with my forest friends,
and do magic with my brush.
But now this power
is leaving me.
What shall I do?
Greetings, sir!
Who... Who are you?
I'm Baron Burr.
I travel with the wind
through the forest.
I see all, I can do all.
Tell me what is
happening to my power.
What is happening?
The Enchanted Elm's gift
is for a short time only.
Your destiny must be fulfilled
by sunrise tomorrow.
when your power will be
completely gone.
By sunrise?
But the night has already fallen.
What can I do in so short a time?
Seek Thistle, the
court magician.
But... Thistle is Cactus
King's henchman.
Understand, painter, that
the magic that changed you
is not more
powerful than love
which can change heart.
Seek Thistle.
You don't
understand, Bud E.
The Cactus King will push
me through his slicer-dicer
for failing to bring
him the painter.
They'd have to trap you first
but you have mighty fine
defense protecting you.
Right, Miss Fifi?
Mais, oui, monsieur.
You're safe with us,
Mon petit Thistle.
Thank you, Miss Fifi.
But you don't know the
Cactus King like I do.
You know the Cactus
King well, Thistle.
Why is he so bent on
destroying the forest?
It is the prophecy.
No man may rule of cactus taint
until the forest runs with paint.
But when it comes that dreaded hour
the hopes of Cactus King will flower
And that means..?
The King thinks that the painter's
coming will end his reign.
What about the part that
says 'his hopes will flower'?
I don't know.
Bien... don't cactus
plants blossom too?
Fifi is right!
Thistle, has the Cactus King
ever had flowers on his body?
No, never.
This could be it.
He's angry and mean because
he never blossomed.
He never became
a real cactus.
Hey, that's easy.
All we gotta do is make
Cactus King blossom.
- Am I right?
- Could be.
But how can we
make that happen?
There is a potion.
I could mix it.
But we need many herbs
from all parts of the forest.
You got lotsa friends, son.
Hurry! I only have
till morning before...
- Before...
- What?
Nothing.
We must hurry before Cactus
King attacks the forest again.
I'll make a list
of what we need.
I'll be waiting under
the Enchanted Elm.
Trouble! Trouble!
Trouble!
Is that so?
As deadly as a snake bite, this
treachery pierces my heart.
Spinetinglers!
Find that treacherous magician
and bring him to me.
Now!
They are too late!
Nothing can prevent the terror
I will unleash at sunrise.
Bud E!
Anybody, help!
J. Edgar!
Friends, help!
Help!
Almost done.
Baron Burr!
It's just like you to show up
when the work is almost done.
Stay vigilant,
my friend beaver.
Without the artist
and the magician,
your work will not bear fruitition.
Without whom?
What... what are you...
Look for one in a cell
the other is in a
dark place as well.
What does he mean, J. Edgar?
- Who is in a cell?
- Who is in a dark place?
I don't know
but the painter and
Thistle are not here yet.
We must get everybody
to look for them.
We can't get the potion to
the Cactus King by ourselves.
This was like playing the
entire game against yourself.
I see that good old Edgar left me
some of his warm mead.
Quite neighborly, I'd say.
No, Bud E. Don't!
Now I know why bees
always fly in circles.
Look what you have done, you...
We have to gather more herbs. And
painter and Thistle are still missing.
Don't worry,
my old friend.
I'll find them.
Do, Re, Mi, wake him up.
I'll try to find who is in the cell.
It probably means
the King's dungeon.
Is that so,
you useless stick.
You betray your King
by pinning your hopes on
that dull-witted artist
and his empty-headed friends.
Trouble.
Show mercy,
great Cactus King.
They mean you no harm.
They want to help.
At a beaver's saloon...
Beaver?
Did you say...
Did you say...
Did you say...
'BEAVER'?!
Enough! Call for
my executioner.
Les Guillotin.
We're going to grind you into
walnut dust, matchstick.
We're going to slice,
rice and dice you.
Welcome,
my executioner.
I want you to sharpen your
wits and devise a machine,
a truly wonderful
shredding machine
for this traitor.
Allow me to say how pleased I
am with your latest invention.
I shall use it to chop
the entire forest to the
ground at sunrise tomorrow.
Yes, you
pinheaded traitor.
My monstrous
machine
will crush and grind the
entire forest to pulp.
A pity you won't be
around to see it.
Unfortunately you have an
appointment with the executioner.
Mr Mushroom, I am
not a mushroom.
Let me go,
I am an artist.
There are many kinds of mushrooms.
If you're not one now,
you soon we'll be.
Everything becomes a
mushroom down here.
But... I have to
save the forest.
The Cactus King will
destroy everything.
Not here, my friend.
The Cactus King never
touches my world.
It is
beneath him.
Choppa suppa getting down
our world is underground.
There are thousands of types
of mushrooms in the world.
You'll soon be just another one.
Choppa suppa don't
take us lightly.
soon you'll be
just as unsightly.
You're all crazy.
Let go! Let me go!
Don't get yourself excited.
You'll only make
the process faster.
You... you're not a mushroom.
No, of course not.
I'm Sammy Snail.
I have always
lived down here.
Mr Mushroom never notices me.
Help me.
I must escape.
I'll do what I can.
But you know what they say
about snails and their speed.
It's time for me to look for
new types of mushrooms.
Now you be quiet, my friend.
Soon you'll be one of us.
But I do not want to
be a mushroom.
I demand to be set free!
Out of the question.
I'll let Mushroom Jr.
take care of you.
He is a reliable guard.
Don't sweat it, Mr Mushroom
watch me do my mushroom shuffle.
Watch our best truffle
do his mushroom shuffle.
That's it. Goodbye
now, adio.
I'm out of here.
The shredder is ready.
Bring the prisoner.
It is hopeless.
All is lost.
Thistle.
Who is out there?
Shhhh!
I've come to rescue you.
Too late.
They are coming
for me now.
It's never too late.
All you need is...
Who caves in my
underground tunnels?
A friend, little one.
J. Edgar Beaver.
And I need your help.
J. Edgar, is it you?
Long time no see.
Your vision may not be sharp but
your other senses are perfect
for underground work.
I need you very
badly, you know?
Like I was knocked down
by a lightning hook.
Where is everyone?
J. Edgar is going to rescue a
prisoner from the dungeon.
Yeah, either the
painter or Thistle.
And the other one is
also trapped somewhere.
Looks like I really messed
it up this time, boys.
But I'll save them,
I promise you.
Michael rules
he's the boss now
Michael rules
long live the boss
Michaeeeeel!
If your soul slips
away in the abyss
in the dark and
mud at the bottom
every mushroom
spells your doom
you too will feel
it on your skin
look forward to it
cuz' that means you're
green and moist
and you're already
slowly turning
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
we are all aware of that
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
so just sing about them
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
so give us a buss
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
soon you'll be
one of us
then you can
roast or stuff us
chop us in the
tartar sauce
or boil in the soup
cuz' then you'll
be the boss
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot...
Thistle? Artist?
Say something, boys.
How can I save you if I
don't know where you are?
I know where the painter is,
if that's who
you're looking for.
I have been
looking for help
all night long.
All night?
It must be far away, son.
It's at least a meter
and a half behind me.
All night?
I guess nights aren't as
long as they used to be.
Which way, son?
I just thought I'd drop in, son.
Watch your back!
Thank you, little snail.
Goodbye.
Still got a long night
ahead of us, son.
What do you mean
'he got away'?
You dumb thing!
Useless can!
You!
You!
It's a good thing you
invented my spine roller.
Otherwise I'd run your pointy
head through a pencil sharpener.
Get out now! And
sharpen the spine roller.
The sunrise will be soon.
From powers low
from powers high
from storm clouds
drifting in the sky
and earthquakes,
earthworms in the ground
you must help us,
that you are bound
And that's it.
No wonder that stuff
has such a kick.
My cher l'peinteur,
what do we do now?
We have very little time.
We must get inside
the King's castle
and somehow get him
to drink this potion.
Pardon me, J. Edgar,
what did you say?
I asked why we
have to hurry so?
I know! The Cactus King
has a terrible new machine,
spine roller,
which he's going to
let loose at sunrise.
I'm afraid there's more.
My friends,
Baron Burr has told me that my
powers will soon come to an end.
Even now I sometimes
can't understand you.
You may have noticed that my
magic brush doesn't work so well.
That's true. We saw it in the flood.
There isn't much
time till sunrise.
Then I will have
to return home.
But at least I'll know
that you are safe.
Then let us work quickly.
Thistle, do you know the way
to the Cactus King's castle?
Ouch! Watch out
for my paw.
Tell your paw not
to get in my way.
We won the
first round.
But what about
this drawbridge?
Maybe there's some
power left in my brush.
I guess that's it.
It's almost dawn.
...dawn...
It's over...
Over...
What do you mean
over? Nothing is over.
Over, yeah right.
Nothing is over.
It ain't over till
the fat lady sings.
Give me some
running room, son.
You can do it, Bud E.
Go get 'em, champ!
I'm just warming up. Watch.
One... two... three...
Bud E., are you alive?
That's what I call a
well deserved nap.
No time to lose.
What are they doing to me?
What have they done to me?
Caution!
Caution! Caution!
Caution! Ca...
To all creatures of
the Enchanted Forest
I proclaim a great festival!
Let this be time of
peace, songs and joy.
Let's go, Miss Fifi.
I'll treat you to a
bucket of mead.
But what about
monsieur beaver?
Come with us,
Mon Cher.
I would be so happy in company
of such beautiful creatures.
No, no.
You two run along.
I am not really in
a festive mood.
Soon there will be many...
there will be many...
You can say it now,
my Cactus King.
Many beavers in the
Enchanted Forest.
Unfortunately, I
have to go home now.
I know you don't
understand me
But I love you
all very much.
I'll tell the children that
the animals are friends.
And that they should cherish
the wonderful world of nature.
Goodbye, my friends.
I shall miss you all.
and you always will
and you always will
meet somebody
somebody who you
will hold dear again
and you always will
and you always will
offer a helping hand
for your friendship to maintain
and never to disband
like a miraculous river
flowing toward the sea
and then returning
to the spring
and again
and again
the end is near again
to leave is the time
and it will hurt all over again
only time heals
all wounds
your friendship to maintain
like a miraculous river
flowing toward the sea
and then returning
to the spring
and you will hear the wind speak!
I am Baron Burr!
I travel with the wind, I am
his messenger.
Behold, the Enchanted Elm is here.
The guardian, the good spirit
of our Enchanted Forest.
But now there is a danger
lurking inside it!
A dark
power!
Many dread,
and even run away!
Beavers are gone from these parts
because they are builders.
They are all gone,
all but one.
The Enchanted Elm waits as
only trees can wait
for a stranger who will be
given a special power.
So it says an old tale.
It is the painter. It is predicted
he will change the entire forest.
Wow, what is this?
Hot diggity, a real beaver!
Hold that pose!
I shall call it
Beaver Fever.
Edgar Beaver, that is my name.
And I am Peter Palette.
Artist and lover of nature.
But...
how come I'm talking to a beaver?
You slept under the Enchanted Elm
and gained an incredible power
so you can understand anyone
in the forest. But be careful!
Careful?
Caaaution!
Caaaution!
You nutty crow!
There is much you don't know.
Come, I have to find you a shelter.
I will come with you.
But I'm not afraid.
Now I know, my dear beaver,
that love rules here.
Love, yeah right!
This is to die for!
Caution!
Caution! Caaaution!
Caution! Caution!
Caution!
Stab! Stab!
Cut! Cut!
Carve! Carve! Pierce!
Caution! Caution!
Caution!
What are you warning me
about, you dumb bird?
Trouble! Trouble!
Is that so, Thistle
my court magician!
I've been fooled again.
B-b-b-but...
Stop stammering, you measly torn!
Speak, what is it?
We know of him, great Cactus King.
He is completely harmless.
Use your head, Thistle.
Is there not a prophecy that a
human will finish the cactus reign?
A mere tale, Your Grace.
The painter is harmless.
But we are still watching him.
Right now he is at the beaver's lodge.
Beaver?
Did you say... did you say...
BEAVER?!
Toothpick!
Did I not order all
beavers executed?
There is only one left,
my Cactus King.
Eliminate that beaver, you fool!
And bring me the painter.
For lunch.
For... lunch?
It's going to be my
very special lunch.
At one o'clock sharp.
Hey, can I go first?
Bonjour, monsieur I'artiste.
I am Fifi Fox and I'm
here to be your model.
No, no, no. Do not
thank me, monsieur.
I know true artist needs only
the most beautiful model.
And that, well, c'est moi.
I'm honored, lovely lady.
You're too kind, maestro.
But it is true, voila.
Especially the lavishing colors of
my tail, n'est-Ce pas?
Well, little hedgehog,
what can I do for you?
I would... we would...
Oh my!
Don't be scared!
Did you want your portrait pained?
The Cactus King is king yours and mine,
today he'd like with you to dine.
At one o'clock, now don't be late,
or you will meet a sorry fate.
Oh, no, no, no. Don't go!
Why not? How can I refuse
such a kind invitation?
The Cactus King is evil.
He will harm you.
But if I don't go, what
will I have for lunch?
My parents, Fa and La
are inviting you to lunch with us.
Which lunch would I enjoy more..?
Chestnut cake and
strawberry stem
and robin egg omelette too.
I'm coming! I love that!
Yay! Yummy yummy!
Lead the way, my little friend.
I see, the artist didn't
accept my invitation.
Probably an oversight, Your Grace.
Prophecy...
I will not allow my reign to be
threatened by a stupid prophecy.
I'll chop and hack the entire forest.
He will not get
away from me.
Here it is, a
world-famous truthsayer
and prophecy interpreter
Baron Burr!
How may I be of service,
mighty Cactus King?
You ride the wind
and hear its whisper.
Tell me... tell me... does
that artist bode well or ill?
No man can stop the cactus reign
until the forest runs with paint.
But when it comes the dreaded hour
the hopes of Cactus King will flower.
That's a riddle?
A thorny riddle?
But... your hopes will
flower, Your Grace.
It is obscure, needle-brain.
I must know with pinpoint accuracy.
I'm sure that's a
good omen, majesty.
Tell me, my friend Burr,
how can I chop away the
threat this painter brings?
You can not fight the
wind, Cactus King.
You must learn to bend.
Bend?
Bend?!
Never!
But... what can be done, Your Grace?
He's no longer with the beaver.
The beaver..?
Did you say...
Did you say...
Did you say "the beaver"?!
Don't ever use that word or face
the whirling blades of my shredder.
Find the painter and
bring him to me.
I have spoken!
So, trying to sneak up on me?
And then finish me with your
fists, is that your game?
Surely not.
I am Thistle, court magician
of the Cactus King.
At your service, great bear.
Not great bear, son, but E.
Bear. That's great enough.
At my service, you say? Well, can you
do anything about this torn in my sole?
I'll try. Hold still.
Nothing to it?
Well, I knew it wouldn't hurt. You're
pretty strong for such a small guy.
Alas, that is my fate.
The King demands it.
You'll never make the NBA that way.
NBA?
National Bear Association, son.
Shoot, haven't you ever heard of it?
That's all easy easy-peasy to me.
I could use the help
of a famous athlete.
Just name it, son. I bear you
no ill will after helping me.
I'd be only too happy to repay you.
Come soon again, friend.
You're always welcome.
Thank you, Fa.
To you too, La.
We'll show you a
shortcut home, Peter.
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
Caution! Caution!
Caaaution!
So I get him straight in
the chin. Right uppercut.
He takes a nap,
and I walk away.
What courage!
What stamina! But...
I still need help to
find that artist.
Don't sweat it, son. I'll
get him, I have a plan.
Leave him alone, please. The
painter is a friend of the forest.
Well I don't know, J. Edgar.
This guy Thistle is my buddy.
Touch the painter and there
will be no more mead for you.
Ohhhh, boy.
That's a heavy penalty.
Please, I need
your assistance.
Give me some running
room, boy. Lighten up!
when you're feelin' kinda lonely
and all bottled up inside
when your little heart is breakin'
for the feelings that you hide
this is the place where you're welcome
where your little heart can mend
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
why would you be lonely
when there's other folks like you
here you will feel homely
and be with your friends too
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
if you look forward to something nice,
or if you're in the need of advice
our door is always open for you,
because now here is your crew
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
why would you be lonely
when there's other folks like you
here you will feel homely
and be with your friends too
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
if you look forward to something nice,
or if you're in the need of advice
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me, shake your tail
here you just can not fail
our door is always open for you,
because now here is your crew
we have music and it's super lively,
everybody treats each other kindly
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
come with me and let your
fur down with a friend
Oh my.. Oh my... Oh my...
Well, that's what I call art, son.
Crushing direct with a brush.
Now is our chance, Bud E.
Move it! Hut hut hut!
Let me in, let me in!
Howdy there, partner.
It's just me, Bud. E Bear.
The one and only
true sport legend.
Why hello Mr. Bear.
You came for a portrait?
Not a portrait, son.
I want you to depict
me in the full glory
worthy of my legend.
Well I hope I can show you as
the great athlete you are.
Were, son. Old Bud E. is retired.
Just got a room full of trophies
and a helmet full of memories.
His room might be full but
his head definitely isn't.
What am I going to tell
to the Cactus King now?
Is that so?
No Thistle! No painter!
I've been fooled.
But they cannot hide from me.
If the forest will not
deliver the painter to me
I swear I'll leave no
forest for him to hide in.
Spinetinglers,
advance!
Caution! Caution!
Caution...
The Spinetinglers are not enough.
I need something
more deadly.
Firebug.
That spirit of flame from the
burning core of the Earth.
There are you, Firebug.
Cactus King, tell me
what can I do for you?
How quickly you come
to the point, my friend.
I need your sharp little flames
to hack through some
forest hiding places.
I am not a spirit of
destruction, Cactus King.
I am a spirit of beauty.
What could be more
beautiful than a forest fire?
No, I must stay here,
at the heart of the Earth.
Just a spark.
A pinpoint of light.
A spear of flame.
My flames are not toys.
Don't talk back to me like
that, you smoke-head.
You're nothing but
a ball of hot gas.
Gas? Hot gas?
Over here,
hothead.
You missed again!
Fire! Fire!
Fiiiire!
Hold it, stranger.
All is safe now.
How did this happen?
The Cactus King tricked me.
It was
an accident.
Accidents with fire can be
prevented, if we are careful.
It is so.
And I must watch this
Cactus King in the future.
You're right.
Goodbye, my friend.
Calamity. Calamity.
Even the magic brush can not grow
new trees and flowers overnight.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Caaalamity!
Why is the Cactus
King so angry?
It is the prophecy that says
a human will come to
end the cactus reign.
But I came only to paint.
I make a rather handsome
fox, don't you think?
But for the King you need
a fox head, not a fox body.
There must be something wrong
that makes him so angry.
Frogs, here. Bring
me my magic mirror.
I want to look at my kingdom.
Mirror, mirror, in my hand
show me anything but land.
How could this be?
Mirror, mirror, hear my squall
show me my favorite waterfall.
Who has done this?
Dirt, slime, garbage!
I must clean my waterways.
I must...
Gondola, gondola, gondoli!
Gondola, gondola!
SILENCE!
Sleep now
And dream a watery dream
Let it guide you to a
land of happy dreams
You will find yourself
in a golden harbor
on the strand
of your imagination
put your head on the pillow,
dream about a star waterfall
gently it will rain
drop by drop
let the clock tick away,
it won't break your sleep
just close your eyes
and dream of skies
that is where
happiness waits for you
put your head on the pillow
dream about a star waterfall
gently it will rain
drop by drop
let the clock tick away
it won't break your sleep
just close your eyes
and dream of skies
that is where
happiness waits for you
If I can't cut them,
or burn them,
perhaps I can drown them.
Listen up, slimeball.
Your emperor is here to see
Neptune, the sea king.
Mama Mia! Thousand
of pointy heads.
All ready to slice you
like a green pepper
if you fail to take me to Neptune.
But your excellency
grandissimo
Neptune does not allow
us to wake him up
to be piu belissimo.
You refuse my orders?
You slime!
Spinetinglers!
Ciao! Arrivederci!
Beauty rest?
He'd have to sleep for
a thousand years.
Wakey wakey,
my pretty.
I have a job for you.
If I can't get you
to leave your bed
we'll get your bed to leave you.
Cactus?
How dare you?
Intruder!
I dare all, my wet friend.
You will help me avenge
myself on Firebug.
You will clench his flame.
Then we will flood the forest
and drown this obnoxious painter
together with his friends.
So it was you
who polluted my beautiful
lakes and rivers.
- You!
- Yes.
We shall destroy the forest.
When the tide comes, you
shall have your lakes
and I will have my desert.
Water? It's water you
want, Cactus King?
Then it's water you'll get.
Wait! Stop!
Not me, fool!
Wait!
Spinetinglers, help!
Water.
Gushing and gurgling
constantly.
From my magic barrel.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Calamity.
Yoo-hoo, monsieur Bear.
Miss Fifi, look out!
Vous ettes, Mon
Amie, my hero!
Cherie...
Aww shucks!
It's nothing.
Quickly, quickly! Why
don't you use your brush?
I can't, Mi.
My bag was caught
by the flood.
See? It's snagged way over
there, on the tree branch.
But... but...
what can we do?
Caution! Caution!
Keep warning them,
featherbrain.
Keep croaking.
I have only begun to sharpen
my spines against them.
Oh great Elm,
they told me because I
slept under your branches
I acquired power to speak
with my forest friends,
and do magic with my brush.
But now this power
is leaving me.
What shall I do?
Greetings, sir!
Who... Who are you?
I'm Baron Burr.
I travel with the wind
through the forest.
I see all, I can do all.
Tell me what is
happening to my power.
What is happening?
The Enchanted Elm's gift
is for a short time only.
Your destiny must be fulfilled
by sunrise tomorrow.
when your power will be
completely gone.
By sunrise?
But the night has already fallen.
What can I do in so short a time?
Seek Thistle, the
court magician.
But... Thistle is Cactus
King's henchman.
Understand, painter, that
the magic that changed you
is not more
powerful than love
which can change heart.
Seek Thistle.
You don't
understand, Bud E.
The Cactus King will push
me through his slicer-dicer
for failing to bring
him the painter.
They'd have to trap you first
but you have mighty fine
defense protecting you.
Right, Miss Fifi?
Mais, oui, monsieur.
You're safe with us,
Mon petit Thistle.
Thank you, Miss Fifi.
But you don't know the
Cactus King like I do.
You know the Cactus
King well, Thistle.
Why is he so bent on
destroying the forest?
It is the prophecy.
No man may rule of cactus taint
until the forest runs with paint.
But when it comes that dreaded hour
the hopes of Cactus King will flower
And that means..?
The King thinks that the painter's
coming will end his reign.
What about the part that
says 'his hopes will flower'?
I don't know.
Bien... don't cactus
plants blossom too?
Fifi is right!
Thistle, has the Cactus King
ever had flowers on his body?
No, never.
This could be it.
He's angry and mean because
he never blossomed.
He never became
a real cactus.
Hey, that's easy.
All we gotta do is make
Cactus King blossom.
- Am I right?
- Could be.
But how can we
make that happen?
There is a potion.
I could mix it.
But we need many herbs
from all parts of the forest.
You got lotsa friends, son.
Hurry! I only have
till morning before...
- Before...
- What?
Nothing.
We must hurry before Cactus
King attacks the forest again.
I'll make a list
of what we need.
I'll be waiting under
the Enchanted Elm.
Trouble! Trouble!
Trouble!
Is that so?
As deadly as a snake bite, this
treachery pierces my heart.
Spinetinglers!
Find that treacherous magician
and bring him to me.
Now!
They are too late!
Nothing can prevent the terror
I will unleash at sunrise.
Bud E!
Anybody, help!
J. Edgar!
Friends, help!
Help!
Almost done.
Baron Burr!
It's just like you to show up
when the work is almost done.
Stay vigilant,
my friend beaver.
Without the artist
and the magician,
your work will not bear fruitition.
Without whom?
What... what are you...
Look for one in a cell
the other is in a
dark place as well.
What does he mean, J. Edgar?
- Who is in a cell?
- Who is in a dark place?
I don't know
but the painter and
Thistle are not here yet.
We must get everybody
to look for them.
We can't get the potion to
the Cactus King by ourselves.
This was like playing the
entire game against yourself.
I see that good old Edgar left me
some of his warm mead.
Quite neighborly, I'd say.
No, Bud E. Don't!
Now I know why bees
always fly in circles.
Look what you have done, you...
We have to gather more herbs. And
painter and Thistle are still missing.
Don't worry,
my old friend.
I'll find them.
Do, Re, Mi, wake him up.
I'll try to find who is in the cell.
It probably means
the King's dungeon.
Is that so,
you useless stick.
You betray your King
by pinning your hopes on
that dull-witted artist
and his empty-headed friends.
Trouble.
Show mercy,
great Cactus King.
They mean you no harm.
They want to help.
At a beaver's saloon...
Beaver?
Did you say...
Did you say...
Did you say...
'BEAVER'?!
Enough! Call for
my executioner.
Les Guillotin.
We're going to grind you into
walnut dust, matchstick.
We're going to slice,
rice and dice you.
Welcome,
my executioner.
I want you to sharpen your
wits and devise a machine,
a truly wonderful
shredding machine
for this traitor.
Allow me to say how pleased I
am with your latest invention.
I shall use it to chop
the entire forest to the
ground at sunrise tomorrow.
Yes, you
pinheaded traitor.
My monstrous
machine
will crush and grind the
entire forest to pulp.
A pity you won't be
around to see it.
Unfortunately you have an
appointment with the executioner.
Mr Mushroom, I am
not a mushroom.
Let me go,
I am an artist.
There are many kinds of mushrooms.
If you're not one now,
you soon we'll be.
Everything becomes a
mushroom down here.
But... I have to
save the forest.
The Cactus King will
destroy everything.
Not here, my friend.
The Cactus King never
touches my world.
It is
beneath him.
Choppa suppa getting down
our world is underground.
There are thousands of types
of mushrooms in the world.
You'll soon be just another one.
Choppa suppa don't
take us lightly.
soon you'll be
just as unsightly.
You're all crazy.
Let go! Let me go!
Don't get yourself excited.
You'll only make
the process faster.
You... you're not a mushroom.
No, of course not.
I'm Sammy Snail.
I have always
lived down here.
Mr Mushroom never notices me.
Help me.
I must escape.
I'll do what I can.
But you know what they say
about snails and their speed.
It's time for me to look for
new types of mushrooms.
Now you be quiet, my friend.
Soon you'll be one of us.
But I do not want to
be a mushroom.
I demand to be set free!
Out of the question.
I'll let Mushroom Jr.
take care of you.
He is a reliable guard.
Don't sweat it, Mr Mushroom
watch me do my mushroom shuffle.
Watch our best truffle
do his mushroom shuffle.
That's it. Goodbye
now, adio.
I'm out of here.
The shredder is ready.
Bring the prisoner.
It is hopeless.
All is lost.
Thistle.
Who is out there?
Shhhh!
I've come to rescue you.
Too late.
They are coming
for me now.
It's never too late.
All you need is...
Who caves in my
underground tunnels?
A friend, little one.
J. Edgar Beaver.
And I need your help.
J. Edgar, is it you?
Long time no see.
Your vision may not be sharp but
your other senses are perfect
for underground work.
I need you very
badly, you know?
Like I was knocked down
by a lightning hook.
Where is everyone?
J. Edgar is going to rescue a
prisoner from the dungeon.
Yeah, either the
painter or Thistle.
And the other one is
also trapped somewhere.
Looks like I really messed
it up this time, boys.
But I'll save them,
I promise you.
Michael rules
he's the boss now
Michael rules
long live the boss
Michaeeeeel!
If your soul slips
away in the abyss
in the dark and
mud at the bottom
every mushroom
spells your doom
you too will feel
it on your skin
look forward to it
cuz' that means you're
green and moist
and you're already
slowly turning
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
we are all aware of that
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
so just sing about them
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
so give us a buss
mushrooms are
powerful, baby
soon you'll be
one of us
then you can
roast or stuff us
chop us in the
tartar sauce
or boil in the soup
cuz' then you'll
be the boss
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot hot!
We are hot hot...
Thistle? Artist?
Say something, boys.
How can I save you if I
don't know where you are?
I know where the painter is,
if that's who
you're looking for.
I have been
looking for help
all night long.
All night?
It must be far away, son.
It's at least a meter
and a half behind me.
All night?
I guess nights aren't as
long as they used to be.
Which way, son?
I just thought I'd drop in, son.
Watch your back!
Thank you, little snail.
Goodbye.
Still got a long night
ahead of us, son.
What do you mean
'he got away'?
You dumb thing!
Useless can!
You!
You!
It's a good thing you
invented my spine roller.
Otherwise I'd run your pointy
head through a pencil sharpener.
Get out now! And
sharpen the spine roller.
The sunrise will be soon.
From powers low
from powers high
from storm clouds
drifting in the sky
and earthquakes,
earthworms in the ground
you must help us,
that you are bound
And that's it.
No wonder that stuff
has such a kick.
My cher l'peinteur,
what do we do now?
We have very little time.
We must get inside
the King's castle
and somehow get him
to drink this potion.
Pardon me, J. Edgar,
what did you say?
I asked why we
have to hurry so?
I know! The Cactus King
has a terrible new machine,
spine roller,
which he's going to
let loose at sunrise.
I'm afraid there's more.
My friends,
Baron Burr has told me that my
powers will soon come to an end.
Even now I sometimes
can't understand you.
You may have noticed that my
magic brush doesn't work so well.
That's true. We saw it in the flood.
There isn't much
time till sunrise.
Then I will have
to return home.
But at least I'll know
that you are safe.
Then let us work quickly.
Thistle, do you know the way
to the Cactus King's castle?
Ouch! Watch out
for my paw.
Tell your paw not
to get in my way.
We won the
first round.
But what about
this drawbridge?
Maybe there's some
power left in my brush.
I guess that's it.
It's almost dawn.
...dawn...
It's over...
Over...
What do you mean
over? Nothing is over.
Over, yeah right.
Nothing is over.
It ain't over till
the fat lady sings.
Give me some
running room, son.
You can do it, Bud E.
Go get 'em, champ!
I'm just warming up. Watch.
One... two... three...
Bud E., are you alive?
That's what I call a
well deserved nap.
No time to lose.
What are they doing to me?
What have they done to me?
Caution!
Caution! Caution!
Caution! Ca...
To all creatures of
the Enchanted Forest
I proclaim a great festival!
Let this be time of
peace, songs and joy.
Let's go, Miss Fifi.
I'll treat you to a
bucket of mead.
But what about
monsieur beaver?
Come with us,
Mon Cher.
I would be so happy in company
of such beautiful creatures.
No, no.
You two run along.
I am not really in
a festive mood.
Soon there will be many...
there will be many...
You can say it now,
my Cactus King.
Many beavers in the
Enchanted Forest.
Unfortunately, I
have to go home now.
I know you don't
understand me
But I love you
all very much.
I'll tell the children that
the animals are friends.
And that they should cherish
the wonderful world of nature.
Goodbye, my friends.
I shall miss you all.
and you always will
and you always will
meet somebody
somebody who you
will hold dear again
and you always will
and you always will
offer a helping hand
for your friendship to maintain
and never to disband
like a miraculous river
flowing toward the sea
and then returning
to the spring
and again
and again
the end is near again
to leave is the time
and it will hurt all over again
only time heals
all wounds
your friendship to maintain
like a miraculous river
flowing toward the sea
and then returning
to the spring