♪ Hey, wow... ♪

♪ Here's how ♪

♪ Come and read ♪

♪ Between the lions ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Come on ♪

♪ Come in ♪

♪ Begin ♪

♪ The world awaits ♪

WOMAN: ♪ Between the lions ♪

♪ Between the covers of a book ♪

♪ It's time to look between the lions ♪

♪ Behold the tales beyond the tails ♪

CHORUS: ♪ Behind the door ♪

♪ Become, explore ♪

♪ Come in between the lions ♪

♪ Begin between the lions ♪

♪ Be here between the lions! ♪

BOTH: One, two, one, two...

What are you doing?

Oh, we're exercising our, um...

Uh... wings?

Yeah-- song cue.

( music begins playing )

♪ When mother said "Be still" to me ♪

♪ I guess I went too far, I haven't moved since 1892 ♪

♪ They picked me up and brought me here ♪

♪ and here, my friends, we are ♪

♪ I'm stuck here like a paperweight with you. ♪

♪ Must I just be a bust? ♪

♪ It hurts me that they're taking me for granted. ♪

BOTH: No, we're taking you for granite.

♪ I simply gather dust, my plaque has gone to rust ♪

♪ I trust I'll live my life here where I'm planted. ♪

♪ ♪ ♪

♪ Oh, must I just be a bust? ♪

♪ If I had wings, my heart and soul would both be soaring ♪

♪ Oh, yes, I have a lust to fly like leaves upon a gust ♪

♪ My good sense out the window and my hair a little mussed ♪

♪ To see if being free is really worthy of the fuss! ♪

♪ Oh, must I just be a bust? ♪

( song ends )

Hey!

The answer is, um...

Uh... yes!

Yeah.

Come on, Clay, let's, um, uh...

Fly!

Yeah.

( both chuckling )

Leona, Leona, I see a red bird.

Where? I can't see...

Oh, I see it, I see it!

Wow, look how high it's flying.

Wow...

Hey, you know what I'd really like to see?

Uh-uh.

A UFO.

You know what that is?

Unidentified flying object--

alien spaceships, flying saucers, stuff like that.

Wow, how'd you know that?

Every day I'm getting smarter and smarter.

Worried?

Maybe.

( gasps )

Look, look!

Are those UFOs?

Whoa, they must be.

The way they're flying makes no earthly sense.

( yelling )

( crash )

Whoa!

Wow!

Wow, that was the best flying we've done all week!

Yeah, flying's great;

it's those landings I can do without.

CLEO: Hello, Clay and Walter.

Hello, Lionel and Leona.

Say, you know what?

Pigeons sure are lucky.

I wish I had wings.

Leona, did I just hear you wish for wings?

Oh, yeah!

Is that weird?

Not at all, people have wished they had wings

since the beginning of time.

Really?

In fact, I think I have

a story about it in this box somewhere.

Oh, good, a story!

Hmm... meat, meat, meat saw...

meat, meat, meat...

Ahh... aha, book with flying story.

Here we go.

It's about a flying lion?

Actually, Lionel...

It is about a boy named Icarus.

Wow...

Mm-hmm.

It is a Greek myth called Icarus's Wings

retold by Bing Dingling

and illustrated by Tim Lagasse and Nappy's Puppets.

LEONA: Sounds good, don't you think?

( Cleo reading )

"Daedalus had a son named Icarus.

Icarus was not as brilliant as his father."

Hey, Pop, what ya doin', inventin' somethin'?

Whoa... what's this thing?

Icarus, my son, I've been working on that for weeks.

Be careful...

Oops.

Oy...

"He was very angry."

Get Daedalus and Icarus and bring them to the labyrinth--

from which there is no escape-- and fling them in!

( soldiers chattering )

CLEO: "In the labyrinth lived the fierce Minotaur.

The Minotaur was a scary thing."

Go!

Oh, yes, just as I remember.

Scary.

Hmm, what's this?

Let's see-- "No talking! No escaping! No reading!"

Oh, no, I read that-- I broke the rules already!

Guards!

CLEO: "But they couldn't get out by walking

for the king's guards were everywhere."

Whoa.

That was close.

CLEO: "How could they escape?"

If only we had wings

we could escape by flying.

Icarus, my son, now you're thinking.

What am I thinking?

We'll build wings.

Ooh... sticky.

( yells )

Get it off, get it off!

( yelling )

Icarus, my son, cut it out.

Whoo, Daddy, look, I'm flying, I'm flying!

Icarus, my son, be careful with your wings.

If you fly too close to the water

the dampness will make them heavy

and if you fly too close to the sun

the heat will melt your wings.

Are you listening to me?

What's that?

Oh, yeah, low, high, gotcha.

Whee!

Flying-- oh, it's so exciting!

Walter, Clay, can you tell me

what it's like to fly?

It's like, uh...

( crashing )

Hey, come on, everybody.

It's time to get ready for "ing."

( others agreeing )

Yeah, right?

Here we go.

Watch your head.

LEONA: Hey, wait for me.

CLEO: Coming, Theo.

Hey, Clay.

Yeah?

I have a, uh...

A headache?

No, an idea.

Whoo, an idea!

Yeah, hey, come on--

let's go get some, uh...

Wax?

Yeah, how'd you know that?

I don't know.

No, it's my real hair.

Hey, sing along with Martha Reader and the Vowelles

as they bring you the short "i"-- "ih"-- sound

in the word "ring"!

( singing short "i" sound )

ALL: Ring!