Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses

And so, as chief emissary

of the majestic kingdom of Bulovia,

which is known for its abundance

of pears, potatoes and peasants,

I am authorised by my courageous king

and my magnificent queen

to hereby invite the princesses

of King Randolph to a royal gala.

We have invited princesses from

far and wide to this extraordinary ball.

- Papa, look what I found.

- You won't believe it.

Janessa, Kathleen, wait for me.

- As I was saying...

- A blue-winged beetle.

It makes a strange noise when it...

- See?

- Whoa.

- Oh, my.

- Your Majesty, as I was say...

Oh! Ugh!

Don't hurt him.

Quick, catch him

before he gets to the pantry.

Slow down, you guys.

Playing through.

Just be a second, Papa.

Your Highness,

I really think perhaps this is not...

Whoa. Delia!

Sorry.

Too much wrist.

- Those are your daughters?

- A few of them.

- Rambunctious, aren't they?

- Look, Papa.

Humph!

Your daughters

are hardly proper princesses.

- I can't wait for him to meet Harold.

- Whoaaa!

Oh!

Humph.

Perhaps another ball.

Your Highness.

Princesses? Huh!

More like wild animals.

My turn.

Hello, Papa.

- Ashlyn.

- How are you, Papa?

Blair.

Courtney.

- Papa.

- We're here, Papa.

- Fallon.

- Hello.

- Ooh, what's for lunch?

- Edeline, Delia.

We're absolutely, positively starving.

Hello, Hadley, Isla.

Hello, Janessa, Kathleen.

And Lacey.

There you are, dear.

Where is Genevieve?

Twyla, off the table please.

Sorry I'm late, Papa.

My 12 princesses.

Quiet, please.

Girls?

Please!

- Quiet down.

- Shh!

It's been pointed out to me

that you could be doing more to be, um...

well, proper princesses.

Like what, Papa?

Well, uh, like, um...

Well, I...

Perhaps, uh... um...

The royal cobbler has arrived.

- He's...

- Here!

- Bye, Papa.

- Goodbye.

Wait. Girls!

They're just shoes.

Just shoes?!

Aren't they?

They're dancing shoes, Papa.

Bon apptit, Twyla.

- Derek, Derek, Derek!

- Do you have our shoes?

- Can we see?

- Was I supposed to bring shoes?

Yes!

Maybe you can help me.

Oh, Derek, they're lovely.

You're amazing, Derek.

I'm glad you like them,

Your Highnesses.

I taught him everything he knows.

Yeah, right, Felix.

- Anything for me?

- Are you kidding?

He burned the midnight oil for you.

That'll do, Felix.

He's just a bird.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Oh. Of course.

- Can you please...

- Tighten our shoes?

These are yours.

I hope you like them,

Your Highness.

Oh!

Thank you.

- Thank you, Derek.

- Thanks, Derek.

You blew your chance, Romeo.

What chance?

She's a princess.

All we're missing is music.

Music?

Hey. Hey!

- You play?

- I...

I don't. Not really.

- Will you play for us?

- Please, Derek, please?

As you wish, Your Highnesses.

I love them,

but at times I don't understand them.

If only you were here.

You know what we should do?

Let's make a new pair of stilts.

- And extra tall this time.

- That's such a good idea.

Why use a closet

when the floor is closer?

Exactly.

Genevieve, is it the shoes you like?

Or the cobbler who made them?

- What are you talking about?

- Derek is so cute.

If you say so, Fallon.

Maybe the problem is

he's not a prince.

I don't care if he's a prince,

a king or an emperor. The truth is...

You are head over heels.

Don't be ridiculous.

Besides, he never notices me.

If I were paying attention,

which I'm not.

Genevieve's got it bad.

Good night, Thomas.

Richard.

- Where's Harold?

- What is he? A spider?

- A scorpion?

- A snake?

No.

A caterpillar.

My lady.

Oh!

Thank you, Desmond.

Desmond, my things.

Oh.

Whoa.

Huh?

And the carriage, my lady?

Oh, we won't be needing it again.

Welcome, Duchess Rowena.

The king is expecting you.

Yes, he is.

- Heavens!

- The king doesn't have his own monkey?

Uh, no, Your Grace.

Well, they're quite popular this year.

Come, Brutus.

Rowena, good of you to come

on such short notice.

Happy to be of service, dear cousin.

I'm looking forward to my time here.

Come, meet my daughters.

They're waiting for you.

Ashlyn, the eldest.

- Welcome, Your Grace.

- Glad to be here, my dear.

Blair, the second eldest.

Is that mud on your skirt?

I was out riding.

Courtney.

Oh. Hello.

Yes. Hello.

Delia and Edeline.

- Your Grace.

- Greetings, Your Ladyship.

And to you.

- Fallon.

- Your Grace.

Can I hold him?

No, don't touch him.

He's quite rare.

And, um... well, um...

The twins, Hadley and Isla.

- Welcome.

- Your Grace.

The pleasure is mine.

And the triplets,

Janessa, Kathleen and Lacey.

- Hi, Your Grace.

- Hello, Your Grace.

- I picked this for you.

- Would that be paint?

In your hair?

And we're just missing Genevieve.

Right here.

Sorry, Papa.

It's nice to see you, Your Grace.

Thank you, Genevieve.

Tell me, are you often late?

I guess.

Well, uh...

Yes. But I'm working on it.

Well, you called me

not a moment too soon.

Your girls are

dreadfully unprepared for royal life.

I've asked Duchess Rowena

to take charge of your upbringing.

- But, Papa, we...

- No protests, please.

One day, you'll be responsible

for running the kingdom.

You need to be proper princesses.

Duchess Rowena will prepare you.

And it looks like

I have my work cut out for me.

Boo!

Oh. A little scaredy-cat.

Are you kidding?

I come from a long line of ferocious tigers

from the deepest jungles of India.

Yeah, right.

You're about as ferocious as a flea.

Like this one.

- There's another. And another.

- Ouch! Hey!

Line up.

Things are going to be a bit different

around here now, starting with your attire.

Fans up.

- Blair, look alive.

- I'm Fallon.

Whatever.

Now flutter them like this.

Coy, feminine.

Lacey, you're creating a tornado.

- I'm Courtney.

- And I'm getting impatient.

Try again.

Just above your noses.

Good.

Well, that's a start.

Oh, look.

Charming.

Desmond, remove this mess.

- I can't believe this.

- Where did all my books go?

It's not fair. My things

were fine right where they were.

- These bedspreads are awful.

- I miss all the colours.

It's eight o'clock.

Hurry.

Go, go, go!

Here you go, Lacey.

Genevieve.

Late again? Hm.

You know bedtime

is now eight o'clock.

- Sorry, Your Grace.

- Yes.

Tardiness is a terribly

unprincesslike habit, don't you think?

I'll see everyone tomorrow,

bright and early. Happy dreams, girls.

She's so mean.

If Papa knew what Rowena

was really like, he'd change his mind.

I don't know.

He did ask her to be in charge.

Talk to him, Genevieve.

He'll listen to you.

Now, where did we leave off?

Bishop to queen three.

Hm. You're making me pay

for beating you last time.

Exactly.

You'll have to wait a little longer.

Rook takes bishop.

Oh! How did I miss that?

- Papa, I was wondering...

- If I'll go easy on you?

No. Knight to king four.

It's about Cousin Rowena.

- Charming, isn't she?

- Very, uh... stylish.

But she's changing everything.

She wants us to do everything her way.

- As I've asked her to.

- But we were fine before.

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