Original subtitles

(cheery music)

- [Voiceover] Thanks to the dwarves

and the spell of the ribbons,

Snow White is finally safe.

That is, for the time being,

but who knows, sooner or later,

the wicked queen could plot against Snow White.

What diabolical plan could she come up with this time?

One wonders.

(gasping sobs)

(footsteps)

(knocking)

- Open this door.

Crystal, Come on, what's going on in there?

- [Woman Offscreen] Everything's fine, leave me alone.

- Is everything OK?

- [Woman Offscreen] I said leave me alone!

- I'm worried about you.

(suspenseful music)

- No, this can't be possible.

This is a complete nightmare and it can't be.

No!

A wrinkle on my face.

(wings flapping)

(door sliding)

(birds chirping)

(brook bubbling)

(chimes)

- [Offscreen] Oh wow, she made it

from a caterpillar to a butterfly, huh?

Oh, huh?

(footsteps)

(Snow White laughs)

(Jolly laughs)

- Oh, Snow White, look!

- What, What's that?

(ethereal music)

- They're all so magnificent.

- I think they'd like to have wings too.

- So would I, but do you know what that

shiny pattern that seems to be coming off them is?

- I don't know.

- It's beautiful.

- All butterfly wings are covered with powder.

It would seem that the wings on these butterflies are

covered in a powder that's composed of a silvery material.

- Considering the great quantity

of butterflies this year,

we're going to have a good harvest.

- It would certainly appear so.

- I don't understand, how can the

butterflies influence our harvest?

- Butterflies have a tremendous impact on the harvest.

Butterflies are like messengers of love between flowers.

- Butterflies are messengers of love?

(laser sounds)

(Snow White gasps)

- I actually know a lot about butterflies.

Allow me to explain, butterflies while drinking

the nectar of the flower with their proboscis

carry the pollen from the stamen to the pistil.

Eventually the flower transforms into a fruit.

- Oh, I understand, that's why they're

just like messengers of love for the flowers!

(grunt approvingly in unison)

- Oh.

- Look, up there in the sky!

(sound of wind chimes)

- Look at all of them.

- [In Unison] Ooh, ohh.

- Look at all the butterflies.

Where could they be going?

(bat grunts and flaps)

(pages turn)

- This is it, I found it.

An ancient cure for my wrinkles.

Mix and stir horse fat, wheat powder,

black lily bulb and butterfly wing powder.

Smear on the face and let it sit for one night.

A way to stay beautiful forever!

(cackles)

(horses neigh)

- Hey you over there!

This is an order from the queen.

Take the best flour to the castle

as soon as possible.

The queen also wants you to take

all the horse fat to the castle.

Don't question her wishes, obey them.

It is an order.

Find as many black lily bulbs as you can

and take them to the castle.

- Why are we doing all this stuff?

- We can't look for black lily bulbs.

- Those who refuse to obey the orders will be punished.

(peasant woman gasps)

(horse walking)

- I wish I could be moved elsewhere.

It's not hard to find flour or horse fat,

but hunting for butterflies!

Oh it's not a job worthy of a good soldier.

I wonder what the queen has in mind this time.

She's so tempermental.

- Captain! We found the butterflies, captain.

- And lots of them, in a meadow down South.

- Well it's no wonder butterflies

can be found in a flowery meadow.

- Huh?

- Nothing, nothing, come on, hurry, take me down there.

- Right.

(horses galloping)

- Here it is, Captain.

- It's, it's incredible!

- We're trying to catch them, Captain, we're trying.

Captain, I'm no good at catching butterflies,

besides this guy's in my way.

Please, can you tell him to back off

so I can just do my job.

- What a pathetic scene.

(ethereal music)

- Uh, Captain, why did you ask us to put

the net in such a strange place.

- Watch and you'll understand.

- Ah, they're here.

- I don't know why they do it,

but I've noticed that when butterflies enter the woods

they seem to have to pass by here.

- I guess that's why we placed the net here, huh Captain?

- That's right, butterflies are very independent

and go only where they want.

- A road for butterflies?

- Yes, oddly enough.

Butterflies seem to follow the same flight pattern

year after year.

- So those butterflies we saw this morning

were going somewhere.

- If you'll indulge me,

let me show you their exact flight pattern.

Here is our cottage, here is the flowery meadow,

and here are the other places that seem to be

a part of their route to reach their ultimate destination.

- And do they always go to the same place?

Do they ever go some place different?

- That's exactly right.

Butterflies always travel the same paths.

- So according to your calculations,

where should they be now?

- They are now approaching the woods

and should be near the water by the rocky hills.

- Oh.

(cheery music)

- It's truly wonderful.

Jolly, thank you so much for bringing me to this place.

(Jolly giggles)

- You must not thank me now!

Oh, I must go to the bathroom.

I'll be right back.

- Well, I'm sure he'll show up by lunch time.

- Do you really think so?

- [Offscreen] I do!

To tell you the truth, I'm happy he left.

Don't you think he was kind of strange?

- Yeah, he was a bit of an oddball.

(giggles)

(giddy laughter)

- [Jolly] Snow White!

- Jolly, what are you doing here?

- I have something to show you

and I assure you it won't wait.

Please, please come quickly.

- Well I can't just go with you right now,

I'm helping Vet with his work.

- He doesn't need your help, he can work all by himself.

The sheep have always been obedient to him,

right, Vet?

(bleating)

- Vet, I'm taking Snow White with me for a short while.

- [Vet] But. . .

- Sorry, Vet.

- No.

(grunting)

- We gotta hurry!

- But Jolly, where are we going in such a hurry?

- Oh you'll see.

(Jolly giggles)

- Come on, we're almost there.

You see, here we are!

Uh. . .

- What do you want me to see?

- How is it possible?

(sad music)

- There are no butterflies here.

- What?

- You don't understand,

this place was filled with butterflies.

- Well maybe something chased them away, Jolly.

- But Chamomile said they'd be here.

There's something just not right.

- Oh, you might be right.

Chamomile is never wrong.

- I'm going to go get the others.

Wait here Snow White!

- Don't you think it's a bit strange

that we've only spotted seven butterflies so far.

- Yes, but this morning there were so many of them.

- Huh?

- That's so strange,

butterflies haven't disappeared like this before.

- Other insects disappear from time to time,

but never butterflies.

- And their disappearance is usually followed by

some kind of natural disaster.

- Or sometimes even forest fires.

- If that's true, then that means

- We are facing a horrible catastrophe.

- [In Unison] Huh?

- [Snow White] What kind of disaster?

- But what kind?

- [Offscreen] Maybe the eruption of a volcano?

- [Offscreen] Or a flood?

- [Offscreen] Or perhaps a drought

that destroys all the crops!

(all gasp in unison)

- No you're wrong.

The butterflies have been captured by the soldiers.

- [In Unison] Huh?

- The soldiers?

- Mhm. Peeky saw the soldiers take them.

(birds chirping)

(horses neigh)

- We have everything.

Wheat flour, horse fat,

black lily bulbs, and finally,

a great number of butterflies.

- My captain.

(footprints approaching)

- Can't you see I'm busy?

- We thought we were finished, but we're not.

We have something else to do.

- What?

- We must take the powder off the wings of the butterflies.

- What? Ugh.

She's not satisfied with the butterflies?

Is nothing ever good enough?

- But why?

Why did they have to take them away?

- Well maybe there was a good reason, Jolly.

- We must do whatever we can to protect them.

- We simply must figure out a method

of leading all of the remaining butterflies

deep into the woods where they'll be safe from harm

and most importantly, the soldiers

won't be able to find them.

- But how can we make them follow us

to where we wanna take them?

- Aha!

(footsteps)

- [In Unison] Hmm.

- Hey, where did Woody go?

- Huh, he was here just a minute ago,

but then he just disappeared.

- Oh look what Woody's doing to the tree!

(Woody hums)

- And now the butterflies are coming.

- Is that honey?

- What a great idea, Woody.

Butterflies love honey.

(wind rustling trees)

- And there we go, now the wind will do the rest.

- Then the wind will carry the smell all the way into town.

- We certainly have plenty of honey.

- But you told me just the other day

that we didn't have any left.

- Well I lied.

You were gobbling so much of it

there wouldn't have been any left.

You and Jolly are just alike.

- [Jolly] What do you mean?

- [In Unison] We are not alike at all!

- Huh?

- Don't waste time with nonsense.

- I'm going to create a special perfume

that will be irresistible to butterflies.

- And if it's OK, I'd like to come along and help you.

- Me too.

- Well I'm happy to volunteer to go

get the honey from the cave.

- You better try not to eat it.

- What are you saying?

- Hurry, we have no time to waste.

(footsteps)

(suspenseful music)

- Goldy.

- I was just inspecting it, that's all.

- Oh, not too quickly, not too quickly.

That perfume must be mixed very carefully.

- Oh look, now they are coming!

(grunts)

- [In Unison] Yay.

- Here they come, it worked.

The butterflies are coming.

(Buzzing)

- [In Unison] Oh no!

(yelling indistinctly)

- Oh no.

- Great a swarm of bees, just our luck.

- I hope nothing happened to the butterflies.

- The only hope we have left

is Chamomile's special perfume.

- I'll go take a look.

- No Jolly, Jolly come back!

- Oh just let him go.

- Where Jolly goes, disaster is sure to follow.

(liquid pouring)

(door creaks)

- Is it ready?

(plop)

(yelling)

(explosion)

(fizzing)

(heaving)

- Well I guess you were right Gourmet.

(coughing)

- We may as well give up.

- [Goldy] Not so fast, look!

- [In Unison] Oooh, Ahh.

(ethereal music)

- The perfume is working.

- I knew we could do it all along.

(chuckles)

(ethereal music)

- I refuse to take the powder off the wings.

The poor butterflies will die, I cannot do it.

Look how agitated they are,

what do you think we should do, Captain?

(footsteps)

- Woah, I've never seen butterflies so upset,

don't you agree?

- Oh yes, Captain.

(bat squealing)

- Now what's wrong with you.

Oh, my butterflies!

Oh good, there are no wrinkles here.

(cackles)

What a fool I can be sometimes.

I thought I saw a wrinkle, but clearly I was wrong.

Speak magic mirror, tell me who is the most beautiful

woman in the kingdom.

(glittering noises)

- [Mirror] You are, my queen.

You are the most beautiful woman in the land.

- Well of course it's me.

(cackles)

(bat squealing)

- Research shows the cure for wrinkles

carries with it some undesirable results.

They go on to mention some very disturbing side effects,

such as the blackening of the face that may occur.

Well, thank goodness I don't need it anymore.

(cackles)

Oh my goodness, poor soldiers.

I guess they did all that hard work for nothing.

(Cackles)

(Snow White giggles)

- I've washed myself so many times to get rid of the perfume

but the butterflies keep following me around.

- I guess that means they like you a lot.

- Almost as much as us.

- I couldn't have said it any better than that.

(boing)

(coughs)

(laughter)

- I still don't understand why

the soldiers were hunting for butterflies.

- It could have been another evil idea of that wicked queen.

But don't tell Snow White I had this idea.

- Oh of course not.

(giggles)

- We shouldn't trouble her needlessly.

- Look at that beautiful smile.

- [Voiceover] Thanks to the efforts

of Snow White and her little friends,

the butterflies have been set free,

but there are no guarantees in life,

danger lurks at every turn.

The wicked queen is capable of cruelties

beyond imagination in her attempts to satisfy her needs.

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