I don't remember snow white being like this-

Why did she kill the piggy anyway?

CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER🔥

I used to have the book, and I mostly remember a picture of the fat girl getting beheaded.

Seems Dahl got off traumatizing kids 😂😂😂

So good

Wwwww

Why, I found the narrative told in this way rather sensible;)

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Even in the original she's what's a stealing little house breaking in goblin roald Dahl to said what we were all thinking

THE ONE PIECE

dem not cool

CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER???

Prince Charming more like Prince Charmless.

God, I remember being in either year 3 or 4 doing this play in school. How f****ed up that the teachers thought it was appropriate to perform this to our parents and the rest of the school. I was so confused about the ending when we rehearsed and performed it, I did not understand the piggy brief case joke. The way I found out: My older sister: “WTH?! Is your school condoning m**der or something?” Me: “but the wolf deserved it he was going to eat the pig.” Sister: “😳 I wasn’t talking about the wolf…” Me:”•••••👁️👄👁️”

If you think this is brutal, you should read the Grimms version.

My friend Trey did this for my school's talent show earlier this year😊

we’ll gather round children zip it listen

I fantasized bout this back in Chicago

very very good story!!! OMG😮

2:05 then pausse and do right arrow 2 times

Jack's Mother is so rude! Thank gawd she Got what she deserved!

this suck

This is unsuitable for young children with all the beheadings and sluts.

Most recent additions to the book as well as the CGI remake has the word Slut changed to Mutt

Nowadays,after “fee fi fo fum,I smell the blood of an Englishman” I always add “Be he alive or be he dead,I’ll grind his bones to make my bread”.

1:39.

Beer and Slut...some words to consider before setting up for students.

That is true to the original story. The queen did eat the heart.

Who’s reading this?

Do you think Jack is gonna have to move to the orphanage now that both his parents are dead?

Белоснежка. Как маленький, король рыдал: Свою жену он потерял: 'Ах, королева вдруг скончалась, Без мамы доченька осталась!' Наплакав слез большой кувшин, Он успокоился, решил: "Беду слезами не решу. Найду другую я жену!". (А знай: не каждая девица В невесты королю сгодится!) Во все журналы и газеты, И всем прохожим из кареты Во все концы его владений Посыпался град объявлений: "У короля период тугий. Король нуждается в супруге, Чтоб самому не горевать Была чтоб Белоснежке мать." И вот на утро собрались Много прекрасных всяких мисс. Для девушки мечта любой Чтоб взял в супруги сам король. Всех барышень переглядевши, Вопросов парочку задав, Проведавши у каждой нрав, Лишь от одной король опешил: В себе уверенна, умна, Чернява, высока, стройна, Густые брови, милый нос Были у Леди Маклахоз. И да: в приданом королевы Был не простой один предмет: Всё знают, зеркальце то было Что даст на все тебе ответ, Ну хоть поинтересоваться, Чем будешь в полдник угощаться, Зеркало-то не обманет: "Сегодня-яйца с кашей манной". Но бывшую высокомерной И теткою порядком скверной, Красотку Леди Маклахоз Лишь этот волновал вопрос: "О, зеркальце, открой секрет, Кто красотой затмил весь свет?" Ответ ей: "Ну конечно ты, Лишь ты богиня красоты." Летели годы, время шло И зеркало произнесло: "Прости, ты нынче проиграла. Всех краше Белоснежка стала." Услышав это, королева Чуть не взорвалась от гнева, Нечеловечью скорчив рожу: "Нет, нет, ошибка! Что за дело! Какая наглость! Как посмела! Нахалку разом уничтожу!" Пыхтя, дрода, как пулемёт, Охотника к себе зовёт: -Слушай, значит, мой приказ. Ты уведешь с моих прочь глаз Нашу несчастную принцессу В глубь тёмного густого леса, И как убитому ягненку, Ножом разрежешь грудь девчонке, И вынешь мне оттуда сердце!"

4:11 Oh it's the most unpleasant and dark moment

3:34

Jack sure took his mother getting eaten by a giant pretty well.

Well that ending was messed up. Dahl certainly wasn’t afraid of traumatizing kids that’s for sure. Shows not everyone gets a happy ending.

THE ONE PIECE... THE ONE PIECE IS REAL!!!!!

CAN WE GET MUCH HIGHER

Jack is a troubled boy

red riding hood is the real villain

What the heck is this music at the beginning?

4:19 for the best line in the entire poem

Great twist😂😂😂😂

Dope

Яка хороша казка

I'm chocked...

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Revolting rhymes are so creepy. They were nightmares when I was a youngling.

There you are... This famous, wicked, little tale Should never have been put on sale It is a mystery to me Why loving parents cannot see That this is actually a book About a brazen little crook Had I the chance I wouldn’t fail To clap young Goldilocks in jail Now just imagine how you’d feel If you had cooked a lovely meal Delicious porridge, steaming hot Fresh coffee in the coffee-pot With maybe toast and marmalade The table beautifully laid One place for you and one for Dad Another for your little lad Then Dad cries, “Golly-gosh! Gee whizz! Oh cripes! How hot this porridge is, Let’s take a walk along the street Until it’s cool enough to eat.” He adds, “An early morning stroll Is good for people on the whole It makes your appetite improve It also helps your bowels to move.” No proper wife would dare to question Such a sensible suggestion Above all not at breakfast time When men are seldom at their prime. No sooner are you down the road Than Goldilocks, that little toad That nosey thieving little louse Comes sneaking in your empty house She looks around, she quickly notes Three bowls brimful of porridge oats And while still standing on her feet She grabs a spoon and starts to eat I say again, how would you feel If you had made this lovely meal And some delinquent little tot Broke in and gobbled up the lot? But wait! That’s not the worst of it Now comes the most depressing bit You are of course a houseproud wife And all your happy married life You have collected lovely things Like guilded cherubs wearing wings And furniture by Chippendale Bought at some famous auction sale But your most special valued treasure The piece that gives you endless pleasure Is one small children’s dining-chair Elizabethan, very rare It is in fact your joy and pride Passed down to you on grandma’s side But Goldilocks, like many freaks Does not appreciate antiques She doesn’t care, she doesn’t mind And now she plomks her fat behind Upon this dainty precious chair And crunch! It bursts beyond repair A nice girl would at once exclaim “Oh dear! Oh heavens! What a shame.” Not Goldilocks, she begins to swear She bellows, “What a lousy chair.” And used one disgusting word That luckily you’ve never heard (I dare not write it, even hint it Nobody would ever print it) You’d think by now this little skunk Would have the sense to do a bunk But no, I very much regret She hasn’t nearly finished yet Deciding she would like a rest She says, “Let’s see which bed is best.” Upstairs she goes and tries all three (Here comes the next catastrophe) Most educated people choose To rid themselves of socks and shoes Before they clamber into bed But Goldie didn’t give a shred Her filthy shoes were thick with grime And mud and mush and slush and slime Worse still, upon the heel of one Was somehting that a dog had done I say once more, what would you think If all this horrid dirt and stink Was smeared upon your eiderdown By this revolting little clown (The famous story has no clues To show the girl removed her shoes) Oh what a tale of crime on crime Let’s check it for a second time. Crime one, the prosecution’s case She breaks and enters someone’s place. Crime two, the prosecutor notes She steals a bowl of porridge oats. Crime three, she breaks a precious chair Belonging to the Baby Bear. Crime four, she smears each spotless sheet With filthy messes from her feet. A judge would say without a blink “Ten years hard labour in the clink.” But in the book, as you will see The little beast gets off Scot-free While tiny children near and far Shout, “Goody-good! Hooray! Hurrah! Poor Darling Goldilocks,” they say, “Thank goodness that she got away.” Myself, I think I’d rather send Young Goldie to a sticky end “Oh Daddy” cried the Baby Bear “My porridge gone, it isn’t fair!” “Then go upstairs,” the Big Bear said “Your porridge is upon the bed But as it’s inside mademoiselle You’ll have to eat her up as well.”

I watched this to