Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses Page #2

Oh, that's not what I've heard,

Genevieve.

But perhaps you're right.

There's so much work to be done,

maybe I'm not the right one for the task.

What you really need

is an entire team, you see.

Tutors for protocol, diction,

language, etiquette, style.

It's exhausting just to think about.

I should go. Yes, I should.

No, Rowena, you mustn't.

My girls need you. I can't embarrass them

in front of the kingdom

by bringing in groups of tutors.

There's enough talk already.

Well, if you really think

I can be of service.

It's settled, then?

But, Papa...

You must listen to the duchess.

She knows what's best for you.

I don't want to hear

any more on the subject.

Yes, Papa.

I hate to see her upset.

Girls are so emotional.

What they need is proper guidance.

Here, dear cousin, try this tea.

Smooth and refreshing.

To your health.

He won't listen.

He thinks Rowena's helping us.

This can't go on forever, can it?

- At least tomorrow will be a good day.

- Will we have cake?

- Presents?

- A party?

It's your birthday, isn't it?

d Today it is your birthday

and we sing to let you know

d That you will be queen for the day,

whatever you say goes

Happy birthday, girls.

d We spin for you, Janessa,

and chass for you, Kathleen

d We pirouette for Lacey

and we bow before the queens

d We sing because we love you

and we sing to let you know

d That you will be queen for the day...

You're late.

Your Grace,

we were celebrating a special birthday.

That's no excuse. Until you learn

etiquette, the celebrations will wait.

But we were just dancing.

Mother made it a family tradition.

And sadly your mommy

isn't here any more, is she?

And I am responsible

for your upbringing.

Dancing is forbidden. Strictly forbidden.

And please don't sing. It's out too.

- But it's our birthday.

- A princess does not talk back.

No dancing until you know

how to act like royalty.

Where's Papa?

He's never forgotten our birthday.

We still have a present for you.

When we turned five, Mother gave

each of us a copy of her favourite story.

She had one made for each daughter.

"The Dancing Princess".

"So the princess danced

on each of the special stones,

then, on the 12th one, she twirled

three times and a secret door opened. "

Where did it go?

"She walked through a glowing light into

a magic land with trees of silver and gold,

flowers made of jewels. "

"Across the lake

was a golden pavilion. "

"The princess danced and danced

to her heart's content. "

"She wanted to stay forever,

but that was not to be. "

"The magic land vanished after the third

night. The princess was heartbroken,

until she realised she had brought

some magic back with her,

and it was hers to keep forever. "

- What kind of magic?

- How did she do it?

- It doesn't say.

- Whoa!

Kathleen, let me see your book.

Quick. See if you can match the flower

on your book to a flower on a stone.

- I found a match.

- Me too.

Me too.

- Here's mine.

- What does it mean?

I have a feeling... The story says

the princess danced from stone to stone.

Maybe a different order.

Oldest to youngest.

Where's yours, Ashlyn?

Blair?

Huh!

Courtney.

Delia.

Edeline.

Fallon.

Me.

Hadley.

Isla.

Janessa.

Kathleen.

And Lacey.

Huh?

Why didn't mine work?

I forgot something.

The princess twirled three times.

Whoa! Wow!

Wow!

Who's coming with me?

Amazing.

Pinch me.

I'm dreaming.

Then I'm having the same dream.

- What do you think...

- That is?

Let's find out.

The trees are gold and silver.

It's just like in the story.

Amazing.

Look at all the flowers.

- Whoa!

- Look!

Oh, it's so pretty.

It's just like

Mother's dance pavilion.

I wish we had some music.

Did you see that?

Come on, Lacey, dance with me.

Whoa.

Something like this

always happens to me.

I thought

you were dancing beautifully.

Come on, let's wash it off.

- How did it...?

- I don't know.

I could use this all the time.

- Wow! I actually wore out my shoes.

- Me too.

- It's a sign, you know.

- Of what?

That we've danced enough

for one night.

We better go home

before Rowena finds out we're gone.

Oh, I hate to leave.

I could dance forever and ever and ever.

- Did you like your birthday after all?

- Yes.

Thanks, Genevieve.

Good night, girls.

Night, Twyla.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning.

Oh, wide awake, I see.

We're fine, thank you.

Someone was up

way past their bedtime.

Desmond, wake them up.

That's better.

So, what exactly

were you doing last night?

- A visitor for the duchess.

- Yes?

A Mr Fabian is here.

Oh! Oh. Oh, yes.

Yes, I was expecting him.

I want answers when I return.

She's in a hurry.

And the king requests

his daughters visit him in his quarters.

Papa?

Well, look who's here.

The wild bunch.

- Are you sick?

- No, just tired.

I didn't feel...

I didn't feel up to breakfast this morning.

Papa, you won't believe

what happened last night.

Last night?

Don't remind me.

We were supposed to celebrate your

birthday and I fell asleep. Inexcusable.

- Is it too late to give you your presents?

- No!

- Oooh, pretty.

- Thank you, Papa.

- Am I forgiven?

- Yes, Papa.

Pretty.

Not any more.

Hah! Pretentious swill.

Too soft.

Too hard.

Just right.

- Ouch.

- Oh. The tiger has a boo-boo.

Who said you could come in here?

Let me think.

Who was it?

Oh, yeah. Me!

Got a problem with that?

- What's going on here?

- Clear out, Brutus.

Make me.

Those don't belong to you.

Or you.

What do you think you're doing?

The princesses' dancing shoes?

Worn through.

The spoilt brats have been out dancing.

Do you know what this means?

Do you?

Princes!

They're out dancing with princes.

Do you know what that means?

No, you don't.

You're still a monkey.

Marriage is what it means.

If princes fall for those pampered pretties,

my plans are ruined.

What's that?

What are they up to?

- Come in, Rowena.

- Oh!

So much commotion.

I thought you were unwell.

I am, but I love

when they sing for me.

Look how pale you are,

dear cousin.

That's enough for now, girls.

Out. Out, please. Please, out.

- But, Papa...

- Rowena's right.

I'm not feeling so well.

Some tea will help.

Papa, maybe you should call the doctor.

Good idea, Genevieve.

Eyes cloudy, skin clammy.

I sound like a fish.

Sense of humour intact.

Well, Your Highness,

if you continue to rest and take this elixir,

I believe you will recover shortly.

That's good news.

Allow me, Doctor.

I'll take care of everything.

Twice daily should do the trick.

Your Highness.

Now, you rest, cousin.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon, Derek.

The princesses are waiting

in their mother's garden.

I've brought new shoes, as you requested.

Were the ones before not to your liking?

Not at all.

We just wore them out.

We've been out dancing.

One,

two,

three, and four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine, and ten,

eleven,

twelve.

A magical time.

Can you fix them, Derek?

- Is that gold dust?

- It's... a secret.

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