Narrator: Beneath the Red Planet of Doom. Beneath the Black Mountain of Viltheed. A servant of evil stirs. Zordrak, Lord of Nightmares.
Zordrak: So Captain Crigg. First you've failed to complete my whirleyped on time. And then you question my plan to capture The Dreamstone.
Captain Crigg: Sorry sir, I'm very sorry sir, I'm very sorry sAH!!!
Zordrak: You will be taught a lesson... in obedience!
Urpneys: (shocked) The Pit of No Return!
Zordrak: This will end your problems... and mine! (evil chortle) There my pretties! Another tasty Urpney! Now then, Sargent Blob.
Sargent Blob: Yes sir.
Zordrak: You are now in charge of 'Operation Dreamstone'. There will be no delays, no excuses. Is that clear?
Seagent Blob: Yes sir, right away sir. (hurrying out with the other Urpneys)
Zordrak: Soon, now my Arggorbles. You will deliver my nightmares to everyone. Because 'I' will have The Dreamstone. (evil laugh)
Narrator: Far from the mountains of Viltheed, through the Mist of Limbo, beyond the forest of the Wutts, is the Land of Dreams. There, above the Valley of the Noops, lives the old Dream Maker. Legend tells us that he was old, when the moon and stars were young. Every night from his castle, he sends pleasant dreams to a sleeping world, through the magical power of The Dreamstone.
Narrator: The Noops, are a friendly industrious people, who work hard all day. At night, they sleep peacefully, and enjoy the wonderful dreams, brought to them by The Dream Maker. Especially this Noop.
Narrator: This Noop, called Rufus. Not only enjoys The Dream Maker's dreams at night. But his own dreams during the day.
Mr Green: Morning Rufus. Dreaming late again?
Ruus: Yes thanks, Mr Green.
Mr Green: Hmm! Trouble with that Noop is, he doesn't know when to stop dreaming. Dreams all day too.
Narrator: Rufus, had not been a success as a grocer's boy.
Mr Muffin: Well Rufus? off to your new job?
Rufus: Yes thanks, Mr Muffin.
Narrator: ...Or as a Baker's Apprentice.
Mr Muffin: Nice enough young Noop, but always daydreaming. Utter lingo.
Narrator: And now Mr Waks, has apprentice Rufus, to become a Candle Maker.
Window Cleaner: (to his assistant) He's late for work again!
All Noops: YOUR LATE, RUFUS!
Noop Worker 1: You're always late.
Noop Worker 2: Very late!
Noop Worker 3: Very late!
Amberley: Rufus, do you know what time it is?
Rufus: Aha! It is fer, Amberley. Good morning to you.
Amberley: Morning to you indeed, Mr Waks will be furious!
Noop Worker 1 and 2: Morning.
Noop Worker 3: Morning.
Mr Wak: You're late again!
Rufus: I'm sorry, Mr Wak. I overslept. While I was having a really good dream.
Mr Wak: GET TO WORK! FILL A BASKET! Amberley is waiting for make her deliveries!
Rufus: Yes sir, at once!
(Began throwing candles into the basket, thus leading to him daydreaming into a clown on stage, juggling candles that then became object and animals.)
(Rufus snapped out of it and dropped the candles onto the ground breaking them)
Amberley: Rufus, look what you've done!
Rufus: Well I was eh...
Amberley: I'm suppose to deliver these.
Rufus: Well here. Let me do it!
Amberley: Nevermind. I'll do it! Daydreaming again!
Noop Worker 3: Rufus? Cut those candles from the wrack.
Rufus: Yes sir. (Using his small sword to cut the candles from the wrack.) Ho varlet! Me thinks thy was met thy match! (Daydreams of being a musketeer) Ha ha ha ha ho ha ha ha ha! Stab stab stab ha ha ha stab ho stab stab! Scurvy vay, ho ho, hey! Taste my trusty steel! ha ha! Prepare to me, thy maker, oh! (Bumped into Mr Wak.)
Mr Wak: RUFUS!
Mr Wak: Umph! You! You! YOU NINCOMNOOP! You've ruined your last candle in this shop! You're a daydreamer! You're a time-waster! And you are FIRED!
(Rufus bounced out of the door)
Rufus: Umph umph umph umph!
Meeting The Dream Maker
Rufus: Three jobs in three weeks.
Amberley: Honestly Rufus, what are you going to do?
Rufus: Oh I don't know? I got about as much chance at getting a job as becoming The Dream Maker.
Amberley: That's it! The Dream Maker. If you're going to be an apprentice to anyone. Perhaps it should be the Dream Maker.
Rufus: Oh, it never take me on.
Amberley: Why not? Dreaming is the perfect qualification.
Rufus: But mine are just daydreams.
Amberley: Well, it was only a suggestion.
Rufus: Alright! I'll give it a try.
Amberley: Bye. Let me know how you get on.