Once Upon A Honeymoon (1956)

Once upon a time, or maybe it should be twice upon a time, because this story begins where most stories end, there was a bit of excitement up on Cloud 7. On this particular morning, the head angel had called a conference to talk about Jeff and Mary. And their guardian angel, Wilbur, was late. Where is Wilbur? I've sent every cherub in the place out to look for him. Hi, fellas. Let's get this show on the road. on the road. I'm sorry, Chief. We got so many new clients, we'll have to open a new branch office. These clients are your immediate concern, if you want to keep your license. Oh, yes sir. Yes sir. Yes sir, Chief. Marriages are made in heaven, but there's follow-up work, too. Jeff and Mary have been married for a year, and they haven't had a real honeymoon yet. But everything's under control. They're starting on the honeymoon today. That's what they think, too. But they're going to find out differently, unless you get down there right away and take care of things. Something's come up? Something is coming up in exactly 30 seconds. Now, get going. Yes sir, CHIEF. CHOCKS AWAY! WILBUR! OH, WILBERT. YES, CHIEF. WILBERT, make yourself invisible. Oh, I almost forgot. I'm sorry, Chief. Well, I've got to get organized. Besides, no one can see me up here. Yes, sir. Right, Chief. You got everything? Everything. Including you. Well, let's go then. Hello. Jeff, this is Gordon. Oh, hello, Gordon. And goodbye, Gordon. Mary and I are just leaving. Now, wait a minute. Uh something's come up. It can't come up. When I finish the score for the show, you said I could take Mary on our honeymoon. We've waited a year now, and we're going. Now, hold on, Jeff. It's Sonya. Her wishing number. The words are okay, but she doesn't care much about the music. If we don't have a new tune by tomorrow morning, she's not going to sign for the show. Look, Gordon, rehearsals don't start for 4 weeks yet and we're on our honeymoon. Now, listen, Jeff, if you don't come up with that new music, there won't be any show and there won't be any honeymoon. Now, you can write a new melody in 24 hours. It's no problem at all. You must have at least a dozen old tunes lying around. The wishing song? No problem at all. No inspiration, darling? I couldn't write the farmer in the dell today. A temperamental ballerina I like to work easy. Look, it's way past dinner time and you haven't eaten lunch yet. I'm not hungry. I'll fix some coffee. Yes? Hello, Mary? Yes, Sonia. You tell Jeffrey, the dear boy, that I love his words. But I want more wishing in the wishing song. You're absolutely right. He couldn't agree with you more. He's working on it right now. It's almost finished. Bye. I wish I had a castle in the sky. Away up high where bluebirds like to fly. A cozy little castle with a hundred rooms or more. Oh, dear. Someday. With stars for windows, clouds for rugs, a rainbow for a door. I wish. I just wish I had a decent kitchen. I wish. I wish the faucet wouldn't drip all day. I wish that refrigerator door would close and stay closed. I wish I had a stove whose pilot light was always lit. Furthermore. A kitchen phone at hand when friends call up to chat a bit. Hello, yes, this is Mary. How are you? Bye. Your kitchen dazzles every eye. A brand new sink, a built-in oven, a new refrigerator and a phone, a kitchen phone, a bright red phone. I got to go. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. I'll call you later. I wish my living room were all redone. New drapes, new rugs, all this is fun. It's nice to have a telephone to blend with my new drapes and rugs, a living room that's all our own. The bedroom should be changed completely, too. Perhaps a color scheme of gold and blue. New furniture and lots of room for all my clothes. On second thought, I might try dusty rose. A lady likes to have a chance change her mind. I might like a yellow room with turquoise and white. And maybe a telephone that lights up at night. I wish I may I wish I might. Hello. Hello. They hung up. It was probably Gordon sitting there like a vulture. Call him back. Maybe I'll have him in a day or two, but not tonight. I haven't got one idea left to rub against another. His line's busy. Well, try it again. If he and Sonia can wait, I don't care what they do. Why don't we call him later? No. Now. All right. Wait a minute. Do that again. Yeah. Yeah. Why not? Yeah. Again. Do it again. It works. Good. Hello. Oh, hello Gordon. I've been trying to get Jeff. Sonya's here. How's it coming? Wonderful. You want to hear something? You bet. I'll turn on the speakerphone. I want Sonya to hear it. Fine. Listen to this. I wish I had a castle in the sky away up where the bluebirds fly. A castle with a sky full of bright shining stars, our windows clouds for rugs, a rainbow for a door. I wish I had a castle in the sky where we could watch the world go by with silver from the moonlight and gold from the sun in our home, just our own wishing castle in the sky. I love it. Such rhythm, such spirit, such originality. That's it, kids. Bring it in, Jeff, and go on your honeymoon. Chief, this is Wilbur. Mission accomplished. I'll be right up. Right.