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* Are you sleeping

* Can you hear me

* Do you know if
I am by your side

* Does it matter

* If you hear me

* When the morning comes I'll

* Be there by your side

* And in the morning

* When I wake up

* She may be telling me goodbye

* La la la la

* And in the evening

* If we break up

* I'm wondering why

* I'm wondering why

- Yeah, I will Mom.

I'll turn it off right
after the program's over.

- Program?

You know, I can
remember when kids

liked to have
stories read to them.

They'd actually
beg their parents,

like their fathers, to
read to these stories.

- Oh Dad, you always
start talking about that

when I want to watch my program.

- It was a very big deal.

The fathers would read
these exciting stories,

and sometimes, adventure
stories to them.

- This is my favorite
program, Dad.

- And the kids, would
brag to their friends

about how their fathers
would read these great...

- Oh, Dad, the other guys
get to watch their programs.

- Kids used to like
their parents,

used to like them to read
these marvelous...

- Dad.

- Hmm, hmm.

Hmm, now let's see,
now here's a story.

This is a story...

- There'll be monsters?

- This is a story a man
could actually read to his...

- Yeah, okay Dad.

- Monsters?

Yeah, sure, monsters, listen.

Once upon a time,
a long way from here,

and a long way from now,

there was a tiny village
where everything,

the houses and the
carts, the bridges,

and the barns, everything,

all had points on them.

In fact, it was
so full of points,

that even the people had points.

The people, right there
on top of their heads.

And it didn't seem
strange at all

because that's the way
life was in the village.

That's the way it
always had been.

And for all anybody knew,

that's the way it
always would be.

As you might have
already guessed,

the main activity of the
village was making points.

And needless to say,
business was brisk

and the competition
was competitive.

* This is the town

* And these are the people

* This is the town

* Where the people all stay

* This is the town

* And these are the people

* That's the way they wanted it

- And
while the farmers kept

the villagers bodies
nourished with pointed crops,

the artist colony
in the community, as
in all communities,

did their part to
keep minds and souls

filled with new points to view.

* This is the town

* And these are the people

* This is the town

* Where the people all stay

* That's the way they wanted it

- To be, or not to be.

That is the point.

* Everything's got 'em

* Everything needs one

* Couldn't be without one

* Everything has one

* This is the town

* And these are the people

* This is the town

* Where the people all stay

- It was a good life,

a settled life,

and the point was
the point of it all.

You could look high,

and you could look low,

but you'd never hear any
complaints on that Count.

Well, almost never.

And then, one day,

a very unusual thing
happened in the village.

A little baby boy was born,

a boy named Oblio.

Now, don't get the wrong idea.

The being born
part wasn't usual.

Little kids were being born
all the time in that village.

What was unusual was that Oblio,

unlike any of the other
babies born that day,

or any other day, had no point.

He had no point at all.

- Hi, son.

Hi, Oblio.

- Well, hello there.
- Hi, how ya doin'?

- Fine, nice to see.
- Good, what's new?

- Same ol' sixes and sevens.
- Really?

Well, I have to...

- I guess you heard about them?
- Them?

- Them, yeah, they had a kid.
- That's nice.

- Kid's got no point.

- Oh, come on.
- No, I'm serious.

Their kid's a kid
who's got no point.

- You're putting me on.

- Would I lie to you?
- Well, I think that is wild.

- So, you
see, Oblio was a kind of,

involuntary, instant celebrity.

His uniqueness was,
well, something

that was noticed
around the village.

Naturally, his parents
couldn't help noticing, either.

- We have a lot to be
thankful for, you know.

- He's a healthy little
nipper, I'll say that.

- And he's happy.

- I'll
be he'll be great...

- Oh, he has a
wonderful disposition.

- Yeah, but he
doesn't have a point.

- Maybe, maybe he'll grow one.

- But, he didn't.

No, as things turned out,

Oblio didn't grow
any point at all,

but it really wasn't
so very noticeable.

As a matter of fact, in time,

he took to wearing a cap,

a pointed cap his mother made.

It kept his head warm,

and it did make
him look a lot more

like the other ordinary
kids in the village.

Just about the same time
Oblio got his new cap,

he also got

- Arrow, Arrow.

You guessed it,

the greatest dog in the world.

* Where ever we go

* Everyone knows

* It's me and my Arrow

* Me and my Arrow

* Taking the high road

* Where ever we go

* Everyone knows

* It's me and my Arrow

* Me and my Arrow

* Do da do do da do do

* Straight as an Arrow

And then, one day after school,

a very serious thing happened.

- Hey, let's choose up
sides for triangle toss.

- I got Harry.

- Okay, then I want Fred.

- Okay, Richard.

- All right, then,
I'll take Oblio.

- Uh, uh, not him,
he can't play, out.

- It was
the Count's son,

and that was the serious thing.

You see, the village Count
was a very powerful man,

and, frankly, not
all that nice a guy,

and the way things
sometimes work out,

a certain amount of
that not niceness

has rubbed off on his son.

Oh, he was liked, but
he was not well liked.

- How come you said
I couldn't play?

- 'Cause you can't, so beat it.

- Always have
before, me and Arrow.

- Hey, look, you're not
playing, so just push on.

- That's not fair.

- Tough, triangle toss is for
people with pointed heads.

Toss the triangle...

- We know how to play the game.

- Then run and catch
it on your point.

- Oh, everybody knows that.

- Yeah, but you got no point.

So, you can't play.

- We can play
better than you can.

- You what?

- I said, we can play
better than you can.

- Hey, wait a minute.

You're looking for
some real trouble here.

- And I'll bet you we can beat
you at triangle toss, too.

- Say that again.

- I said, "I bet we
can beat you at"...

- Oh, yeah?

Well, what do you wanna bet?

- Huh?

- Come on no point,
what do you wanna bet?

- Bet ya anything.

- Oblio and the Count's kid
are gonna duel.

* Do do do do do do do do do do

* Poli-high

* Poli-technic, Poli-technical
High

* Poli-high

* Poli-technic, Poli-technical
High

* Poli-high

* Poli-technic, Poli-technical
High

* Poli-high

* Poli-technic, Poli-technical
High

* Valley Low

* Valley Low, Valley so-whoa low

* Valley High

* Valley Low, Valley High

* Valley low

* Valley Low, Valley so-whoa low

* Valley High

- Okay, here's the
way we're gonna go.

Best two out of three catches,

anything's fair.

- Holy cow, wow.

- Only rule is you gotta catch
a triangle with your head,

or your mutt's, in
your case, Oblio.

The first man to catch
two triangles wins.

Get the idea, Oblio?

So, long sucker.

- That's okay, Arrow,

it's okay, heck,
he's not all that tough.

- Players, to your marks.

* Remember to just to do

* Make a run with the ball

* Poli-high

* Hurry up Poli, pass Valley by

* Then the rain start to fall

* Making fools of them all

- Hmm, pretty neat, huh, Oblio?

- Who's side are you on, anyway?

* Da da da da da da da da do

* Da da da da da da da da do

* Da da da da da da da da do

* Da da da da da da da da do

- Wow, great catch, wow.

- That guy's too much, wow.

- Last toss.

* Da da da da da da da da do

- Yay, hooray for Oblio, yay.

- Thanks, but don't
forget about Arrow.

Arrow was the...

- I won't forget Arrow,

and I won't forget you
either, round head.

- Now, why would you want to
go say something like that for?

Remember, you were the guy
who...

- Oh, I'll remember,
Oblio, and so will you.

My father will see to that.

- Hey, come on, it's
just a dumb ol' game.

- A game, Oblio?

Huh, when my dad
gets done with you,

you'll wish this dumb ol' game

had never been invented.

- If it's that
important to you, then...

- Do you gather
my meaning, Oblio?

- Predictably
enough, when the Count

learned of his son's
defeat, he was furious.

As for the boy himself,
as soon as he saw

which way the wind was blowing,

he just laid low
and let his father's

evil disposition lead the way.

- Would that it were not true.

You idiot, you pathetic fool.

I groomed you, oh
how I groomed you.

I cultivated you
like a rare flower,

and for this?

Oh, no, by guile and foul deed

I laid the ground work for you

to rule this miserable
village one day,

and rule you will.

I shall not be denied,
but as long as that vile,

little round person, that
Oblio languishes among us,

your leadership
credibility is shot.

We must rid ourselves of that
contemptible little twerp,

once and for all,

and that's exactly
what I intend to do.

Yes, you'll still rule
one day, you useless nit

because Oblio is finished.

You can bank on that.

- Now, the King,
was a good-natured,
harmless, old fellow,

the kind who had weathered life

in a rather middle groove,

no great highs, no deep lows.

He was a decent, but
very ordinary, man.

He was also a very ordinary
ruler of other men.

- Ah, if it isn't
the illustrious...

- My King, a word in your ear.

- Oh, anything you
say, my dear Count.

I was just relaxing
with a couple of...

- Yes, I saw, King
we have a problem.

- Oh? Well, that's
hard to believe.

I thought all systems were go.

I mean, I always
like to think that...

- King, the law of the
land has been violated.

- Violated, the law of the land?

Oh, why, why that's
impossible...

- It is done.

- Oh, but there must
be some mistake,

Why, the law of the
land clearly states

that everything and
everyone must have a point.

That purely and
simply is the law of the land.

Why, you can't violate
a law like that

in a place like this,
just look around.

- You look around, my dear King.

The law is being violated,
at this very moment.

For the sake of all
the decent people,

appropriate measures
must be taken.

- Measures, measures?

Oh my, oh my, measures on
a grave charge like this

would require my convening,

my convening the tribunal.

- Exactly.

- Oh, oh my.

Now, now why do you want to go

and create a problem like that?

- Oh, that's no problem, King.

That's a solution.

The problem was created
when the law was violated.

In point of fact,

by that little
round-headed twit, Oblio.

- Oblio? Oblio?

But, I know him, why,
he's a nice little boy.

I know his parents.

Why, it was my understanding

that this Oblio was developing

into a pretty decent little
triangle toss player.

- Hmm, so I gather.

He's also round,

which, as you yourself know,

is in direct
violation of the law.

You may as well face
it, my dear King,

this Oblio is,
literally, an outlaw.

- Oh, but that's incredible.

Wait a minute, he wears
a nicely pointed hat.

That should Count for
something, shouldn't it?

- No way, my King, we
must convene a tribunal,

a public tribunal,
and so we shall,

and then, after all the
niceties are looked after,

this Oblio will be
neatly banished, forever.

- A tribunal? Oh, no,

and for Oblio?

Why, isn't there any other way?

- The law is the law, King.

You cannot fight that.

- The law is the law, hmm,

well, I never looked
at it quite like that.

Very well, a tribunal it is,

but I warn you Count, I won't
have the boy railroaded.

- Railroaded?

- A turn of phrase, Count.

- While the Count
was having a marvelous time,

no matter how rotten
he may have been

ethically and spiritually
and every other way,

as a prosecutor, he was good,

and as a stand-up performer,
he was even better.

The way it all worked out,

poor little Oblio
never had a chance.

- And so, noble King, and good
gentlemen of the tribunal,

I would only remind
you that this law,

so cherished a part
of our tradition,

was not enacted, nor
is it being applied,

for purposes of
base persecution,

or cruel harassment,

oh good gracious no,
the law was created

to preserve and protect the
sanctity, the integrity,

the purity of our here, to
for, unsullied life mode,

and so it is, that
this, this freak,

this viper, Oblio, by
his very existence here

in our realm, only serves to...

- Oh, my dear, isn't the
Count absolutely too much?

- Well, I'm sure he's very good,

but all the same, I can't help

feelings sorry for little Oblio.

After all, he is...

- Oh, I just don't see
how you could say that.

That's so, so sentimental.

Well, sure, he's little, but
the law is still the law,

and where would we
be, my dear, if...

- But, to just sit here
while those old men

complacently let the little...

- Listen, neither one of
us was born yesterday,

and we both know if we let
one of Oblio's kind stay,

oh, before long,
the whole village

will be crawling with...

- Psst, psst, my dear Count,

isn't there some way
or other little Oblio

could just, sort
of, stick around?

I mean, if he promised
to keep his hat

on all the time
and didn't ever...

- In this stead my King,
the law is most explicit.

We all agree that there has
been a violation of law.

The violator is right
here in our midst.

We can see that.

That is, as the fellow
says, beyond question.

- Would it help if I promised to

never ever play
triangle toss again?

I mean, if that's what you're
mad about Count, I could...

- No, gentlemen, the
only question remaining

is one of penalty.

Here, again, the law
is crystal clear.

For such a grave
breach, banishment,

that is the order of the day.

- Yeah the Count's
really pulling the chain

on that weird little Oblio.

- Oh, how can you joke
about such a thing?

I think a terrible
thing's happening,

and Oblio's such a
lovely little boy.

- Yeah.

- You know, he's polite,
and he's well mannered...
- Well, he may be,

- but would you want
your daughter to marry...
- Oh, you're baiting me.

You're deliberately baiting me.

I will not be subject...

- Gentlemen, it
remains beyond question

that Oblio, by his
mere rounded existence,

stands in violation of the law.

Here, our duty is clear,

but we would ill
be serving the law

to overlook an entirely
new facet of the case.

In point of fact, Oblio
was both aided and abetted

by his flea-bitten canine.

- Hey, please, don't
do anything to Arrow.

- Gentlemen, I charge
this dog, Arrow,

with criminal conspiracy.

- Honest, Arrow's innocent.

I did it by myself.

I did it, Arrow wasn't even...

- He is as guilty
as Oblio himself,

but what's more
repellent about him,

he's a disgrace to
everything pointed.

No, gentlemen, this Arrow
is not only a conspirator,

he is also a traitor, and
he, too, must be banished.

- Hey.
- How's it going?

- Not bad.
- So, what's the latest?

- Well, you know.

- Wild trial, huh?
- Well, if you've seen one...

- What about this conspiracy
business with Sparrow?

- Arrow.
- Right.

- It could be a toughy.

- No, you really think so?

- Conspiracy's no
laughing matter.

- Hard way to go, is it?
- Could be for
someone like Arrow.

- You know, he doesn't look like
the conspiratorial type, though.

- He's got a record
long as his tail.

- That long, huh?
- Yeah,

Chasing, night barking,
they'll throw the book at 'em.

- Adios, Arrow.
- That's it.

- And so, it is my
deeply unpleasant task

to declare that this tribunal

finds the boy, Oblio, guilty

of living within our
midst without a point.

For this grave violation of law,

he is, from this day
forward, banished

to the Pointless Forest.

I might just
parenthetically add,

as our good Count
so aptly put it,

the law is the law,

and as all of you know,

without the law, why,

why there would be no lawyers

and without lawyers there...

Well, it just goes on and on.

- Deal with the dog, my lord.

- Oh, yes, the dog.

Well, Arrow,

I must send you over, too, boy,

involuntary conspiracy.

- Take them away.

- Now dear, I know how you hate

to wear undershirts,
but we don't know

what the weather will be like,

and this is a dangerous
time of year for colds, so...

- Sure, Mom, great,
I'll wear 'em.

So will Arrow.

Don't cry, Mom.

- Well, I just don't want you

to take a chill, little Oblio.

- It's just about time, dear.

You all set Ob?

Well, son, I hope you realize,

I mean, I hope you understand

how distressing this is

for your mother and me.

I just wish there was some way,

don't get me wrong,

I believe in obeying
the law and everything.

Anything else would be anarchy

but, still, I wish
there was some way

this particular law could be...

- Sure,
Dad, I understand.

- Well, I just wanted
you to know this, Oblio.

- Good luck, Oblio.

Good luck, Arrow.

- And, don't blame the
King too much, son.

He just did what he had to do.

Well, after all, it's his job.

Frankly, I wish there never was

such a law in the first place.

Now that it's been used,

it seems, well, it
really seems unfair.

- How come nobody did
anything about it before, Dad?

- Oh, it just never
came up before, son.

- Oblio, here Oblio.

Here's a candy bar for you,

for the road.

- Gee, thanks Mr. Candy Man.

- And, this, this is for Arrow.

- Hang
in there, Oblio.

- Stay lose, Ob.

- Be seeing you, Oblio.

- Oblio, ol' man, here's a
little something for you,

just in case you
need some change.

You know, you can never tell

when you might need a
couple of bucks to...

Well,
anyway, you know.

- Thanks, Dad.

- Take good
care of yourself,

dear little Oblio,

and eat well,

and write to us when you can.

I mean, it doesn't have
to be anything long,

just a card to say you're fine.

Would you do that,

for your poor mommy,
Oblio?

- Sure, Mom, don't worry.

We'll be okay, right Arrow?

Come on, boy, let's go.

- Go get 'em, Oblio.

- Stay in
there, pile driver.

- Go straight Ob,
you've got it wired!

- Good luck, kid.

- Goodbye, Oblio.

Goodbye, son.

- Goodbye, my little
baby.

- Goodbye, everybody.

Goodbye.

Come on, Arrow, let's go.

* Sit beside the breakfast table

* Think about your troubles

* Pour yourself a cup of tea

* And think about the bubbles

* You can take your teardrops

* And drop 'em in a teacup

* Take 'em down to the riverside

* And throw 'em
over the eastside

* To be swept up by a current

* Then taken to the ocean

* To be eaten by some fishes

* Who are eaten by some fishes

* And swallowed by a whale

* Who grew so old

* He decomposed

* Do do do do

* He died and left his body

* To the bottom of the ocean

* Now everybody knows

* That when a body decomposes

* The basic elements

* Are given back to the ocean

* And the sea does
what it oughta

* As soon as salty water

* Doesn't taste
just like a teardrop

* And it comes out from a faucet

* Which is just about to bubble

* Now

* Think about your troubles

- Now, you tell me,
is this a story,

- or is this...
- Yeah, Dad, sure.

It's an okay story,
it's sort of...

- Okay? Are you kidding me?

Just okay?

C'mon it's more than...

- Oh, it's good, it's...

- What about the Count, huh?

Talk about your
oppressive villains.

- I like the kid, Oblio,

and his dog, I think
he's a great looking dog.

He reminds me...

- Oh, yeah, he's
a great looking,

oh sure, I get it.

Use the imagination, the
view from the mind's eye.

You've got a
creative little head

on your shoulders there, son.

- Huh?

- I bet you
can just picture

this little Oblio and
his dog right now.

* Me and my Arrow

On and on they went.

After a while, they even
stopped looking back.

The village having long
since faded in the distance,

and the truth of the matter is

they were really
a lot more excited

about what lay ahead of them

than what they had left behind,

and who wouldn't be?

No one had ever been to
the Pointless Forest.

Yet, now, Oblio and
Arrow were going.

- Hey, Arrow, you think
they'll be monsters?

I'd be just as happy if
there weren't any monsters.

But, either way, no
matter what happens,

we've got to stick
close together

because we're really a team now.

Hey, you know what I hope?

I hope, oops.

Arrow!

Could this be the
Pointless Forest?

How can it be?

It's got to be.

But, if it is,

how come everything's
got a point?

The leaves are pointed.

The branches and twigs
are too.

Everything.

Well, this is it, Arrow.

This is the beginning
of the place

we were banished to.

There's just one thing
I don't understand.

How are we suppose
to get through
this stuff to get in there.

It's so thick,
it's like a jungle.

Good boy, Arrow, good boy.

Now, just follow me.

No, I'll follow you.

No, we'll go together.

That's the plan,
we'll go together.

And whatever you do,
don't leave me, Arrow.

- Oblio and
Arrow and just barely set out

onto the road into
the Pointless Forest

when all of a sudden,

- Arrow, look, a man.

A pointed man.

Excuse me, sir.
We thought this was
the Pointless Forest.

Quite right my boy,

well noted, this is
the place indeed.

By name, the
Pointless Forest.

- But what is a pointed man

doing in the Pointless Forest?

- Listen to the lad, me pointed?

That's too funny.

You know, he's funny.

Me, a pointed man?

This news amuses me.

- But, sir, you're pointing
right now, more than any...

- My boy, I'm not the
pointed man you think I am.

I can point in every
direction, sure,

any fool can do the same,

but a point in every direction,

is the same as no point at all.

Would you argue the point,
I wouldn't, not on a bet,

it never entered
my mind.

- Suddenly, Oblio
and Arrow were all alone

in the Pointless Forest.

At first, everything
seemed quite peaceful.

Oblio thought about
the pointed man

and wondered what his friends

in the village would have said,

if only they knew he had seen

and talked to such
a rare person.

Then, Oblio noticed
how quiet it was.

Arrow noticed, too.

It was very quiet.

Then, little by little,

Oblio began to feel lonely.

- You know Arrow,
I was just thinking.

I mean, about that pointed man.

I don't know.

I think there's
something a little

funny about that man.

I mean, he's pointed,

heck, he's always pointing.

Then he says he isn't a...

Arrow, hey Arrow,

I think I'm scared.

Hey, now what do you want to

go and growl like that for?

Especially, when I told you I...

What is it, boy, huh?

Wow, giant bees,

run, Arrow, run for your life.

Arrow, what'll we do?

Wow.

Ow, Arrow, help!

What was that?

- I believe it was e flat,

double style, extra
fortissimo, don't you know it?

- Huh?

- Say, what's happening
with you, boy?

You been goofing with the bees?

- Gosh, who are you?

- It's me, the Rock Man.

- I never saw a rock man before.

- Well, us stone
folks are everywhere,

just open your eyes
and look around you.

- You mean there
are more of you?

- Naturally, baby.

There's a whole family
of us rock folk.

- Well, I was wondering if this

is still the Pointless Forest.

- It isn't, Jack, they
ain't nothin' pointless

about this gig, just
look around yourself,

the birds singing sweet
loves song to the trees,

squirrels doing crazy
digs all over the place.

Mother Nature, she watchin'
over the whole scene,

and dig me, taking it all in.

- Yeah, but...

- It's the here and now
that I'm talkin' about,

the smell of sweet
life in the air.

It's the warm feel of the sun

and the beat of music,

just digging yourself.

- But, I can't see the...

- Well, you see what
you want to see.

Tell me, did you
ever see a dinosaur?

- No.
- Well, did you ever see

a pterodactyl?
- No.

- Well, did you ever want
to see a pterodactyl?

- I guess not.

- Well, that's it, you
see what you want to see,

and you hear what
you want to hear.

- Gosh, Mr. Stone Man...

- It's Rock Man, Jim.

You gotta keep yourself
in historical prospective.

- I mean Mr. Rock Man,

well, you see, you're
surrounding everything.

- Come on, boy.

Out with it, don't get
yourself all racked up

and jammed, you got a question?

Lay it on me, but
let it out easy.

- It's just that everything's
been happening so fast.

We were banished
and then those bees.

- I can dig it,
I can dig it, yes.

Look, let me hip
you to reality.

- I'd really rather
know if this is still

the Pointless Forest.

- Now,
there you go again,

pointless, that's
the central issue

of what I'm putting
down for you cats.

- Huh?

- You gotta open your
mind as well as your eyes,

but first, you gotta
get it together,

you know, be cool, dig yourself.

Get the message?

Now, here's the lick.

You don't have to have a
point to have a point, dig?

Now, I fear you've been getting

some negative vibration
from some place.

You gotta collect
yourself, be cool,

be steady as a rock.

- Steady as a rock?

- That's right, being a rock

is a very heavy life.

Us rock folk are
impervious to heat.

We stay cool,

we're insusceptible to water,

and that's cool, too.

- But, when it rains,

isn't it true that even
stones...

- Now there you go again.

You're tensing up.

Rain, oh yeah, sure, maybe

rain turn a tree
into a water log.

Sometimes rain make a river
lose its flood control,

but a rock in the rain
is just cool, very cool.

- Boy, I never realized that
rocks and stones were so...

- All you gotta do is open
your mind along with your eyes.

Now, you gotta long road, son,

so you remember
what I say, okay?

- Oh, I will
Mr. Rock Man, I will.

- Play it easy, and remember

as you make it
through this forest,

ain't necessary
to posses a point,

to have yourself a point.

- I'll remember that.

- Yeah, well I think I'm
gonna take myself a short nod,

you roll by this way again,

just fall in, I'm
only a stone's throw...

- It was awfully nice of
Rock Man to explain that to us,

and I'll tell you
something else,

I'll bet it's not everybody

who gets to talk to rock folks.

You know, he really was a...

- Ah, my good lad,

been rolling right
along I see.

- Arrow, it's the
pointed man again.

Hello, sir.

- What's this, still
talking of points, my boy?

Seems he's obsessed.
I'll make a point
of noting that.

- Your point, my son,
love game!

- We've just met a man
who's made of stone.

- Ah yes, excellent fellow,

splendid chap,

all you got a do is relax.

You gotta open your mind,

that's cool, .

- He's a nice man.

He knows a lot,

and he's generous and...

- He gave you gifts,
a little remembrance,
perhaps a small memento?

- No, he told me things.

He's interesting to talk to.

- Ah, completely
pointless, my boy.

In word, abstract.

To put it bluntly, sonny bob,

pointless all pointless.

As they say, no point,
a big zero, as they say.

- Hey wait for us, wait.

- Sometimes,
you never know

how really happy you
are to see a person,

until after he's gone.

That's pretty much
the way Oblio felt

when he realized the man
who was always pointing

had just up and disappeared.

- Jimminy, Arrow,
that was a close call.

You gotta watch your step.

That hole could be

Holy cow, there's no
bottom to this thing.

Arrow, you could have been...

ah, Arrow.

Gosh, Arrow.

Hello,

hello,

hello?

* Down

* To the bottom

* Below

* Is there anybody else here

* It's cold

* And I'm so lonely

* Alone

* Is there anybody else here

* Alone

* Won't you throw me down

* A life line

* I'm so

* Afraid of darkness

* Down here it's
just like nighttime

* Blues are all around me

* Hello

* Will you please
send down a lifeline

* Down

* There isn't any hope for me

* Unless this dream

* Would seem so real

* It's just a fantasy

- The lad persists, a
dogged trooper that boy,

to say nothing of
that boy's dog.

They pursue in
pointless pursuit.

They're pursuit is
pointless.

- Good boy, Arrow,
you found him.

Hi, sir, we've been
looking all over for ya.

What a pleasure, what
a splendid surprise,

thought you might be
holed up somewhere.

- We were trying to
catch up with you,

and then we found
this gigantic hole.

It was big and dark, and scary.

- And frankly, quite pointless.

- No, we learned a lot.

I know Arrow did, and so did I.

Old Arrow found out
he's really gotta...

- Careful sonny, don't
get in over your head.

It wouldn't do to bury
yourself intellectually,

Point of fact, it never
pays to submerge too deeply.

- What is it, Arrow?

- He must hear something.

- Well, of course he
hears something, obvious.

- Come on boy,
what's wrong, huh?

What is it, Arrow?

It seems like he's
trying...

Gone again.

Hey, hey Arrow, hey
wait a minute, boy.

Arrow.

Arrow, come back
Arrow, wait for me.

Arrow.

Hey, hey Arrow.

Hey, wait a minute, boy.

Arrow.

Arrow, why did you have
to go and...

Hey, Arrow,

that sounds like singing.

That is singing.

* La la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la

* La la la

* La la la la

* La la la la la

* La la la

* La la

* La

* La la

* La

Wow, look at 'em.

Boy, they're really having fun.

Arrow.

Come back Arrow.

* La la la la la

* La la la la la la

Hey, come on Arrow,
don't do that.

Don't scare the ladies.

Sorry if he frightened you.

He didn't mean
anything by it, really.

We were just watching you dance.

It looked great.

Excuse me, but who
are you ladies?

Hey, ladies,

wait, wait a minute.

I really don't understand this.

* La la la la la la

* La la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

- Thankless, wouldn't you say?

- Hmm? Oh, you.

I'm sorry, I didn't...

- How's that?

Out with it boy, get
it off your chest.

- The ladies, those
three fat ladies,

they way they danced
and played and...

- Ah yes,
quite pointless,

ah, wouldn't you say, fat,

round, pointless, get it?

- Oh no, they do have a point.

It's laughter and merriment

and making each other happy.

- Oh, really?

That's an interesting
misconception,

but then, I'm sure
you'll agree.

- Hey, you, are you kidding?

For crying out loud, will
you get out of there?

Not there, either.

For the love of Morris,
what are you trying to do?

You trying to destroy me?

Will you back off?

What is this?

Will you stop fooling
with that mutt

and get away from those leaves,

you pathetic nincompeep.

- I'm terribly sorry, sir.

I didn't see you, and
I didn't realize...

- All right, all right,
all right all ready.

As it happens, those are Sunday

in the sunset leaves, a
golden veneer and very rare,

and you looked like you were
just going to plow right...

- Gosh, I'm sorry, I never...

- You know, leaves like
that don't just grow

on trees or something.

- I really am sorry.

We thought we were just in

the regular Pointless Forest.

This is still the
Pointless Forest, isn't it?

- Pointless? Pointless?

Just look at those leaves,

each one more pointed
than the last.

I tell you, this is the
most pointed collection of...

- Then, you're a collector.

Golly, a leaf collector.

- A collector?

What, are you
joking or something?

Who ever heard of a grown man

going around collecting leaves?

Oh, that's weird.

What am I suppose to do,
put them in a scrapbook?

- Well, I just thought...

- No, you didn't think.

We're in business
here, business.

This isn't some game
we're playing young man.

This is the real thing,
and we gotta move.

- Jimminy, the leaf business.

I didn't know
people sold leaves.

Well, I always thought...

- You thought, you
thought,

yeah, and while you're
thinking I'm losing time,

besides, I will do all
the thinking around here.

- Gosh, sir, I...

- Listen, I can't
talk now, young man.

It's go for broke
time from here on in.

This is the time of
year we put together

a whole fall line.

- I'm afraid I don't
know what a fall line is.

- It's the magic of the sorcerer

and the excitement of the artist

at the moment of creation.

It's when we turn green
leaves into greenbacks,

when the gold on those trees

becomes gold in our pockets.

- You mean you're gathering
all these leaves for...

- Gathering? Gathering?

I'm not
a gatherer, sonny.

I'm manufacturer,
and when you're

in the manufacturing game,
timing is everything.

You make it or
break it on timing.

Sure, design counts,
quality counts,

maximizing total production
potential, that counts.

They all count, but
without good ol' timing

it's so long Charlie.

- But, with leaves,
how do you know if...

- Take the fall season, if
I brought it out in July,

it's forget it,
it's a distaster.

Timing, it's all
timing.

All right, let me
ask you something.

- Anything you want.

- Ah, you're
interested, I like that,

and you're sharp

I need people who are sharp.

Sure, I can get
help, but good help,

that's something else, again.

Question, is the world
ready for a tweed leaf?

Stop and think.

- To tell you the truth,

I just don't know.

- I like that, you're honest.

Yes, timing and honesty,
that's the name of the game.

All right, let's face it,

this is a business just
like any other business.

Anyone can learn
a business, right?

But, honesty, uh, uh, uh,

you either got it
or you ain't got it.

Where you from,
what's bothering you?

- Excuse me sir,

but don't leaves
just make themselves?

Naturally, without any...

- Oh, my boy, you
got a lot to learn.

Tell me, what
nationality are you?

- Well, sir, I'm from
the Pointed Village.

- That's funny, you
don't look pointed.

- As it works out, I'm not,

but my parents are.

- It's all right, don't give it
a second thought, my boy.

I don't care what a man's faith,
creed or color is. The only
thing that matters to me

is whether or not he can
produce.
Well, what do ya say?

- About what?

- Are you in or not?

I'm offering you a chance
to get into the leaf game.

- But, what could I do?

- Naturally, you'll
have to start

on the forest floor
and work your way up,

and I'll tell you one thing,

I don't want to ever see you

or that clown of a dog of yours

standing around on the product.

- Oh, we wouldn't, you
can be sure of that.

- Great opportunity
for you, my boy.

It can open doors
for you, big doors.

Seasonal, yes we're seasonal,

summer, winter, spring, fall.

You and your dog
will work like dogs.

Rest?

You'll rest during
the fifth season,

and their isn't
any fifth season,

but there are rewards.

It's exciting, challenging
work, manufacturing leaves.

- But that's just it, sir.

I don't want to seem ungrateful,

but I don't see how
Arrow and I could...

- It's the simplest thing
in the world, my boy.

You just plant your roots,

right here with me, and
by next season, you'll...

- But, we don't have any
roots to plant, we aren't...

- No roots? No roots?

Oh, well that just about
tears it, doesn't it?

Oh, it's too bad, too.

You could've been up there
with the best of 'em, kid.

Sunday in the sunset,

leaf of gold, you name it,

you could have had everything,

and together, we would
have been unstoppable.

We could have given
'em those tweed leaves,

oh, it could have been
beautiful, beautiful.

- Boy, it sure sounds
like it could've been.

But, something's
kind of confusing me.

- Well, you just name it, son.

You can't get answers
in this world,

if you don't ask questions.

- It's just that I know
there's a point to every leaf,

but what's the point to all
the leaves, your leaves?

- That confuses you, doesn't it?

Well, all of
mankind is confused.

You work, you struggle,

you fight to survive.

Little by little,
you make something,

you get ahead, and then one day

you look, you see
you got something,

and I mean really something.

- But, what's the...

- Can't talk now, young man,

gotta time problem
that won't quit.

Yes, timing.

Timing, that's the
name of the game.

- No Arrow, let's go around.
Who knows, these could
belong to the Leaf Man, too,

and you know how he is

about stepping on his product.

- That's
quite right my boy,

watch your step,
what ever you do

don't bring a leave to grief.

It's branch might blanch,

worse yet, it's trunk
might go kerplunk.

- Oh, Mr. Pointed Man,

you should have been with us.

We met a very
important business man.

- Was he out raking
leaves, perhaps?

This brilliant industrialist,

this extraordinary tycoon,

ho, ho, ho, he, he, he.

My good lad, your
manufacturer is a bust.

His product is so un-unique,

it has to be
completely pointless.

- Oh no, he's a very
industrious industrialist,

and he never rests,
and he always...

- My boy, he's
spinning his wheels.

To put it concisely,
his work is futile.

In a manner of speaking,
it's pointless.

- That can't be,
he told me that...

- Sunday in the sunset,

today tweed,
tomorrow herringbone.

The man's a lunatic.

He's mad, clearly
a case of dementia.

- But he was nice, he
offered me a chance to...

- He's a King among me.

He's a prince of a fellow.

I pass, pair of jacks, ace high,

in sum, my good lad, pointless,

pointless.

- I don't see how you can keep
saying that about everybody.

I mean, just because you
don't...

- Careful, boy, don't jump
to any rash conclusions.

You could land on thin ice,

and come up all
wet if you follow

the image I've drawn.

That could be a chilling
experience.

- Little by
little, Oblio was learning

a good deal about
the Pointless Forest

and it's unusual residents,

but unfortunately for
him, and Arrow too,

his knowledge couldn't
possibly help him anticipate

what was hovering
directly above.

No, Oblio had absolutely
no way of knowing

what was in the wind.

- Huh?

Hey.

Hey.

Gee, Arrow, I always
thought of a forest

as a bunch of tree trunks,

but it's a lot more.

It's treetops, and horizons,

and hills and meadows
and everything.

Man, this is great.

- You know something,

this bird could mean
real trouble now.

- Aw, Dad, they'll be okay.

- Ah, sure, that's
easy for you to say.

- What can an old bird do?

- Well, you're not up there,
hanging on for dear life.

- Aw, come on Dad.

You know he's not
going to let him drop.

- Well, I don't know that.

I don't know that,
and you don't either.

You don't know how
dependable he is.

Why, he could very easily...

- Nah, Dad, not
a bird that size.

- A bird what size?

- Well, didn't you mention

something about a huge bird?

I thought you said...

- You know, when I was a kid,

my dad read to me,
and I listened,

and I listened closely.

I didn't go around
interpreting things.

- Yeah, okay Dad.

- I didn't
jump to conclusions.

- That's good, Dad.

- I don't know what's
happened to kids now days.

You give 'em everything.

You offer to read to 'em.

I don't know, I just don't know.

* Suddenly the strangest things

* Are happening

* I hope it's not the last time

* Last time

* I had a drink or two

* An hour or so ago

And now I know

* It's not the last time

* Last time

* Flying high up in the sky

* I wonder why

* I think I'm gonna fall

* I think I'm gonna fall

* But there I go again

* I'm up again

* There I go again

* I hope this isn't all

* Hey

* As long as we're up here

* We might as well stay

* In sweet harmony

* La la la la la

* La la

* La la la la

* La

* Flying high up in the sky

* I wonder why
I have to have another

* Point of view

* To see me through

* But now I think I'm gonna fall

* I hope this isn't all

* And on top of that

* I hope it's not the last time

- Back to earth again, Arrow.

We made it safe and sound.

- As Oblio
circled the mammoth egg,

he was overcome with
a strange sensation.

He looked at the
egg, very closely,

examining it again and again,

but each time, his conclusions
were exactly the same.

- Hey, this is weird.

Just when I was sort
of starting to think

that this Pointless Forest
isn't pointless at all,

we come across something

that really is pointless,

at least it sure
looks like it is.

- You see, after
each one of his adventures

in the forest, Oblio
always found himself

left with a sort of
free-floating feeling,

that there was
some sort of point

to what he had experienced.

Even though it had happened
in a Pointless Forest.

- A point.

Arrow, I was right
in the first place.

Even a thing like this,
a thing that looks

like it's all round
has some sort of point.

Hi, little fella.

I mean, big fella.

Are you all right?

Oh, well, I'm Oblio,

and this guy right
here's my dog.

His name's Arrow.

What, are you saying what?

Well, what happened is

you just got hatched.

You're born now,
but don't worry,

it happens to everybody,
you'll be okay.

Where, is he saying
where, Arrow?

That's a little harder.

You see, the name of this
place is the Pointless Forest.

That's where we are, all right,

but I'll tell you something,
I'm starting to think

that instead of being pointless,

this forest is full of points.

Take you for instance, sure,
you've got a pointed beak,

but that's just a point,
any one can see that.

Your real point, well,
that's something else again.

Why?

That's the hardest
one to answer.

That's what I always
want to know, why.

And that's the question
everyone always asks.

- Splendid idea, my boy.

I'd like mine over easy,
with a side-order of bacon,

if you please, very
crisp and coffee,

the old mocca java!

I had a hunch you'd be
serving brunch.

And perhaps an apricot danish.

- Oh, Mr. Pointed Man,
I'm glad you're here,

but how come that
nice new bird's mother

took him away like that?

We were just talking about
the why of everything,

why this, why that,

and just when
I was thinking that...

- Now, there you go
again, you're thinking,

that's very destructive, my lad,

most destructive indeed.

If a person does
enough thinking,

a certain amount of
knowledge is sure to follow.

The results, sonny bob,
could be a life of misery.

- But, I can't help it,
I haven't been trying to think.

Things just sort of start
popping up in my mind.

They occur to me out of...

- Thoughts just start
popping up into your mind,

ideas formed without any
effort on your part?

You find that concepts
simply conceptualize?

- Well, yes.

- That's grim.

- It started way back
when I met the rock man.

- It's a disaster.

- And it just
kept on happening.

- Mayday, it's a
complete mayday.

- I was hoping maybe
you could help me

figure out just exactly...

- There's really nothing
more that I can do.

You're out of my hands,
I tried to help you boy.

I can show you the
pointlessness of it all,

but you wouldn't listen.

- Sir, I hope you don't
think I'm ungrateful.

- You had to go digging
around, didn't ya?

You had to let thoughts
slip into your head.

You're lost lad, lost.

The kid blew it,
had everything going
for him, and he blew it.

The fact is, my boy, that
it's under the circumstances,

there's no place in the
Pointless Forest for you.

- But, where will
I go, what will I do?

I can't go home again,
the Count had me banished.

- Ta ta, jolly bye,
ciao bucky, ciao.

- Golly, gone again.

I wonder where he goes
when he does that.

- Vanishing Point, ol' man,

correct, the Vanishing Point,

just another one
of the facilities.

Well, adieu, fare thee well,

you take care of
yourself, ya hear?

- So long, sir.

- Oblio watched as
the Pointed Man disappeared,

but unlike all the other times,

he was not especially
overwhelmed by what he saw.

- I think he's really
gone this time, Arrow.

Arrow?

Arrow?

Here, boy.

Arrow?

I hear you boy,

but where are you?

He's gone.

Stay where you are, Arrow.

Don't move, I'll find ya.

I know I will.

Good boy, Arrow.

Come on boy, you're
all right now.

Come on, Arrow.

- It had been a
full day for the two travelers,

a very full day.

For Oblio, it had been one
adventure after another,

of course, it had been pretty
adventurous for Arrow, too.

- That Vanishing Point, hmm,

it only made it
so I couldn't see.

It didn't make it so you
weren't really there.

I'm starting to think
that the Pointed Man,

nice as he was, was realy about

the only pointless
person we've met

in this whole Pointless Forest.

Sure, he did an
awful lot of talking,

and it all sounded very fine,

almost like the Count in a way,

and after all, what's
such a big deal

about having a
point on your head?

Nothing against you,
Arrow, you're great.

But, I sort of think
what's in your head

is a lot more important.

It sure gets
dark fast, doesn't it?

* Are you sleeping

* Can you hear me

* Do you know if
I am by your side

* Does it matter

* If you hear me

* When the morning comes

* I'll be there by your side

* And in the morning

* When I wake up

* She may be telling me goodbye

* La la la la

* And in the evening

* If we break up

* I'm wondering why

* I'm wondering why

* There was a time we had a time

* There was a time we had a time

* There was a time
there was a time

* When you were mine

* We had a time we had a time

* We had a time and what a time

* There was a time
there was a time

* When you were mine

* And in the evening

* If we go out

* Nighttime will
find us at the show

* La la la la

* Or we may decide
to stay inside

* You never know you never know

* You never know you never know

* Are you sleeping

* Or can you hear me

* Do you know if
I am by your side

* Does it matter

* If you hear me

* When the morning comes

* I'll be by there by your side

* La la la la la la la la la

* la la la la la la la la

- Hey, Arrow, look.

* La la la la la la la la

* La la la la la la la la

* Are you sleeping

* Or can you hear me

- But, I miss him,
I miss my Oblio.

- Yeah, he was a
great little guy.

- And I'm worried about him.

- That little guy, nah,
he'll do great out there.

- But he's so young.

- Yeah, but he's
sharp, he's sharp.

He's young, but he's sharp.

- Oh, we should have never
let them send him away.

- Yeah, well, go
tell the Count that,

I mean, it was the law, dear.

- Oh, it's a bad law.

- Well, good law, bad law,

what difference does it make?
It's the law.

- It makes all the difference.

A good law never would have
sent my Oblio away, never.

- Dear, the
law is the law.

- Well, you should
have challenged it.

- What, I should
have challenged it?

- We all should have.

- Law, I mean, but,

but the Count came
right out and said...

- Oh, the Count, the Count.

What about my Oblio?

- Well, look, I mean,
I'm just one man, I...

- We should have all stood up.

Even the King seemed
like he was against...

- Well, maybe you're
right, maybe you're right.

Maybe we should have tried.

- He's so young.

- What, the King?

- My little Oblio.

- Oblio, Oblio, it's Oblio.

Hey, it's Oblio

Welcome home Oblio.

- We're
glad you're back, Oblio.

- You tell 'em Ob,
break it down for 'em.

- Come by the shop, Oblio.

I have some butter
balls for you,

round, competely round.

- Hello, Oblio.

- There he is, there's Oblio.

- My baby, my Oblio.

- Well, hi son.

Hi, Oblio.

- On to the palace.

- To the King.

- Your majesty, your majesty,

there's a mob at
the palace gate.

- Mob?

Well, that's pretty
hard to believe.

- Well, it's true, you
know what a mob is.

Shall I call out
the palace guard?

- Well, that does seem a
bit excessive, doesn't it?

- Well, what do you suggest?

Send out a pastry tray,
and let them eat cake?

- Well, that's
never worked before.

Tell me, what does your
intelligence agency make of it?

- Nothing yet, nothing.

They're still trying to
infiltrate the crowd,

but I'll tell you one thing,

according to my son,
it's all for that kid,

that twerpy, round-headed Oblio.

- Oblio?

You mean little Oblio, who we...

- Yes, my son claims
he's come back.

- Really?

Oblio, little Oblio is back?

- This is gravely
serious, my dear King.

- Yes, it is.

You know something, Count?

You may have misread
the will of the people

in that Oblio case.

An unruly mob, eh?

Well, isn't that just the limit?

- Silence, I demand silence.

Can't a man get a
little peace and quiet

in his own...

Say, what are you doing back?

This litle runt is an outlaw.

You're an outlaw, child.

You are banished to
the Pointless Forest.

- And I went to the
Pointless Forest, in fact I...

- Nonsense, sheer,
irrevocable, nonsense.

I'll have you in
chains for this.

Arrest this little...

- Hold it, hold it, Count,
the boy was saying something.

- Yeah, right on, break
it down for him, Obi.

- Yes, right on Obi.

- Well, sir, we did go
to the Pointless Forest,

Arrow and I, all
through it, in fact.

And you know something?

It isn't pointless at all.

- It's not?

- What?

What?

Not pointless?

Madness.

That's madness.

Sheer madness.

- Will you be quiet, Count?

I want to hear Oblio.

Now, Oblio, you were saying?

- Well, the fact is, sir,

just about everything
we ran into

had a point to it, the leaves,
the trees, everything.

- Oh, I see, Obi,

well, I can't really
argue that one with you,

but what about yourself, son?

- Well, sir, I figure if
everything has a point,

then I must have one, too.

- He has a point there.

Villain, treason,

public naughtiness.

I will not stand by while
this pointless person

tries to undo the
law of the land.

My dear and loyal friends,

if he had a point,

he'd have one.

Impossible.

- And so it
was, that Oblio and Arrow

returned safely
from their travels,

only a little older, but
certainly a good deal wiser.

As for the Pointed Village,

well, the way things worked out,

it was a much
better place to live

after Oblio's return.

True, the people
didn't have their

once cherished points, right
there on top of their heads,

put that didn't matter
so much anymore.

People just started assuming

that every man had
some kind of a point,

whether it shows or not.

- The end.

Now that's a story son,
is that a story, or...

- Yeah, Dad, it was
a good story, really.

- Good, good, it was great,

great story.

- Sure, Dad, it was.

- I mean it had
everything right there,

adventure, a little
comedy, funny scene or two.

There was a lesson.

You caught the
lesson, didn't you?

- Right, Dad, I caught it.

- Well, what do
you think it was?

- Well, just because
somebody doesn't have

what other people
have doesn't mean that

you know, they have
to be turned out of
the kingdom, or something.

- Hmm, yes.

- Dad?

- What is it, son?

- Thanks for reading
me the story.

- You're welcome, son.

* Are you sleeping

* Can you hear me

* Do you know if
I am by your side

* Does it matter

* If you hear me

* When the morning comes

* I'll be there by your side

* And in the morning

* When I wake up

* She may be telling me goodbye

* La la la la

* And in the evening

* If we break up

* I'm wondering why

* I'm wondering why

* There was a time we had a time

* There was a time we had a time

* There was a time
there was a time

* When you were mine