"Merlin: Oh, dear, oh, dear. Never touch the stuff. My magic is used mainly for educational purposes. In fact, that is why I am here. I have come to educate the Wart."

"Ector: Oh, dear, you won't. I'm running this place. And if you think you're gonna fiddle with my schedule, you'd better pack up your bag of tricks and be gone."

"Ector: Wha...well, by Jove. Kay, he's gone."

"(in a puff of smoke, Merlin disappears)"

"(On a blue/black gradient background, we see the text "DISTRIBUTED BY Buena Vista DISTRIBUTION CO., INC." in pale blue, with "Buena Vista" in a weird signature-like logo fashion and the other words in a font that looks like carved wood)"

"Voice: (sings) A legend is sung of where England was young. And knights were brave and bold, the good king had died. And no one could decide who was rightful heir to the throne. It seemed that the land would be torn by war or saved by a miracle alone, and that miracle appeared in London Town. The sword in the stoooooOOOONE!!!!"

"Narrator: And below the hilt in letters of gold were written these words: "Whoso pulleth out this sword of this stone and anvil is likewise king born of England." Though many tried for the sword with all their strength, none could move the sword nor stir it. Then the miracle had not worked and England was yet without a word, and in time, the marvelous sword was forgotten. This was a dark age, without law and without order. Men lived in fear of one another for the strong preyed upon the weak."

"(In a dark forest)"

"Merlin: (he's seen trying to get water from a well) A dark age indeed! Age of inconvenience. No plumbing...no electricity......no nothing! (reaches for the bucket, but almost falls in) Whoa! Oh, hang it all! Hang it all! (brings the bucket up, dousing himself in the process, but hears an engine sound) Oh, now what? Now what? (sees his foot is caught in a chain) Leave-leave off! Leave off! (almost falls over) Oh, you-you-you fiendish chain, you! (sees the damage done to the trees) Ohh…everything complicated. One big medieval mess."

"(Merlin enters the cottage, where he pours the water for the tea)"

"Merlin: Now, uh, let me see. (checks a pocket watch) He should be here in.....I'd say half an hour."

"Owl: (pokes his head out of a birdhouse) Who? Who! (exits the birdhouse) I'd like to know who!"

"Merlin: I warned you, Archimedes, I am not sure. All I know is that someone will be coming. (adjusts a small chair) Someone very reluctant."

"Archimedes: Oh, pinfeathers!"

"Merlin: (moves the table to the chair) Fate will direct him to me where that I, in turn, may guide him to his rightful place in the world."

"Archimedes: Huh! And-and you say he will arrive in half an hour? (Sets himself on a perch as Merlin sits down) Ha! Well, we'll just see."

"Merlin: (lighting his pipe) And you will, Archimedes. You will. (burns his finger) Ow! He'll be, uh…a boy. Small boy. Eleven, twelve years old. And a scrawny little fellow."

"(the smoke creates a vision for Merlin to see, but it shows a brawny man)"

"Merlin: Oh, dear, oh, dear, that can't be the one. Surely not why that big lad must be on close on to 20."

"(he sees a scrawny blonde boy following the man)"

"Merlin: Ah. There he is. A scrawny little fellow about 12. He's a regular little grasshopper. Look at him go. (laughing)"

"Archimedes: And where…where would you guess he is at this very moment?"

"Merlin: I am not guessing, Archimedes! I know where he is! Uh…less than a mile from here just beyond the forest. And right on schedule, if-if all goes well."

"(Meanwhile, the boy catches up to the man and clings onto a dead tree)"

"Man: Quiet, Wart."

"Wart: I'm trying to be."

"Man: (looking around) And nobody asked you to come along in the first place."

"Wart: I'm not even moving."

"Man: Shut up. (Spots a doe) Aha! Here we go. Oh, what a setup. (preps a bow and arrow) Right smack through the old gizzard. (aims at the doe)"

"Wart: Whoa, wh-oh! (falls off the tree and lands on the man, causing the arrow to fly high into the air as the doe retires)"

"Man: Why, you clumsy little fool! (starts chasing Wart)"

"Wart: Oh, Kay, please, I'm sorry. I couldn't help it. Please."

"Kay: If I ever.... (trips over a log that Wart jumped over) If I ever get my hands on, on you, I'll-I'll ring your scrawny little neck, then help me, I will!"

"Wart: I'll get the arrow, Kay. I'm sure I can find it."

"Kay: Oh. (laughing) Don't warn me you're going in there. Why, it's swarming with wolves."

"Wart: I'm not afraid. (walks deeper into the forest)"

"Kay: Well, go ahead. It's your skin, not mine. Go ahead, go ahead."

"(Later, Wart is searching for the arrow while a wolf spots and stalks him)"

"Wart: (spots the arrow high in a tree) There it is. Oh, there it is. (carefully climbs up the tree, and as he tries to reach the arrow) Whoa! What…oh! (falls right through Merlin's roof, into the chair arranged for him)"

"Merlin: Well. Then, you, you did drop in for tea after all. (checks his pocket watch) Oh, you are a bit late, you know."

"Wart: Oh, I-I am?"

"Merlin: And my name is Merlin. (pours the hot water into the teapot) Come, come, who are you, my lad?"

"Wart: Oh, my name's Arthur, but everyone calls me Wart."

"Merlin: Oh."

"Wart: (sees Archimedes looking silent) Oh, what a perfect stuffed owl."

"Archimedes: (stutters, shocked) Stuffed? Well, I-I beg your pardon!"