Nobita's mom is cleaning out the shed and Nobita and Doraemon finds a pile of books.
Nobita: Hey, these are my dearly missed picture books I read in kindergarden.
(Nobita brings them up to his room and reads them, starting with うらしまたろう. Nobita then begins to cry)
Doraemon: What's the matter?
Nobita: Everytime I read this book, I become sad. When it looks like they try and return from the Palace of the Dragon King, 300 years have already passed. What's worse is that he becomes an old man. After this, I always wonder and worry what Urashimatarou would do. It's pathetic. Waaah (cries).
Doraemon: If you're becoming worried about that, do you want to go and see the continuation? (pulls out a pair of shoes from his pocket) The enter-picture-book shoes.
Nobita (putting on the shoes): Let's go. Let's go.
Doraemon: It's not going to be a very fun story isn't it? Go to the ending of the picture book.
(Nobita and Doraemon enters the book and is in a very forested area)
Nobita: THERE HE IS.
Urashimatarou: If I am to become this, there's no reason to live. I will enter the ocean and die. (Urashimatarou enters gloomily with his head down into the ocean)
Nobita: WAIT.
(Nobita saves Urashimatarou but now he is crying on the beach)
Nobita: Is there anything we can give him?
(Doraemon takes out a hankerchief and places it over Urashimatarou's head and takes it off)
Doraemon: Time Furoshiki.
(Urashimatarou's face is young again)
Nobita: Wow! You became young.
Doraemon (giving Urashimatarou a belt): This time belt will return you back to the old times.
Urashimatarou: Whaaat? Really? Thank you. Thank you. (Urashimatarou dissapears back to his time period)
(Doraemon and Nobita returns back to his room and out of the book)
Nobita: I was worried for the longest time but now, it's all cleared.
Mom (yelling from the shed): WHY AREN'T YOU HELPING? I'M YELLING AT YOU. (SCOLD SCOLD SCOLD)
Nobita: I want to play in one more picture book.
(Nobita jumps into another book. He is hanging onto a railway to a set of grand stairs)
Waah! Where am I?
(Get's his footing and sees a women in a grand ballgown running down the stairs. Her glass slipper falls off while she continues to run)
Nobita: It's Cinderella! And that's her famous glass slipper.
(Nobita picks it up and runs but trips and the glass slipper shatters into pieces. Before Nobita could do anything, the prince comes running down the stairs)
Prince: Miss, please wait!
(Nobita runs away but loses one of his sneakers in the process)
Nobita: Now that I've broken the glass slipper, the story is going to be ruined. I better go home. MY SHOE IS GONE! I CAN'T GO HOME.
(At the palace)
Prince: I have to marry whoever fits this shoe.
King: Search the entire country.
Helper-guy: Yes, sir.
(Helper-guys try to fit all the girls but obviously, no one can really fit a 10 year old's sneaker. Nobita's hilarious cartoonish figure also makes his shoe too round to fit any regular women's feet)
Helper-guy #1: No one can fit this shoe.
Helper-guy #2: It is an unusual shoe, though.
Prince: No other girl will do. No matter what, please find the person who fits the shoe! (Prince is crying. Kind of sad, really)
Helper-guy #2 (addressing a large crowd): Whoever fits this shoe, please come forward.
Nobita (crying, runs out from the crowd): I'ts mine! Give it back.
(back at home、Doraemon has finished Nobita's mom with cleaning the shed)
Mom (still looking angry): よんでいらっしゃい。(I think she's telling Doraemon to go read. But does she usually use such polite language towards Doraemon? Anyways, Doraemon runs back to Nobita's room)
Nobita (voice coming from book): Help!
(Doraemon looks puzzled, then picks up the book and looks at the page that Nobita left open to jump in. In it, he sees Nobita in a wedding dress crying and looking miserable, with the Prince holding his arm. The Prince looks not so pleased either but has a "nothing can be done" look on his face. Either way, Nobita looks hilarious crying in a wedding dress. Doraemon is shocked with worry)
Nobita: ぼくやだよ~。(Does this mean, I hate it or I wanna stop?)
湯たんぽ
13 years ago
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