Barbie in the Nutcracker

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You almost have it, Kelly.

Here. Let me show you.

I'm never going to get all

these steps right, Barbie.

If you keep practicing, you will.

But what if I freeze out

there? In front of everybody?

You've just got to

find the courage to try.

- Like Clara!

- Clara? From the ballet?

Uh-huh. You see, Clara lost her

parents when she was very young.

She, and her little brother Tommy

were being raised by their Grandfather Drosselmayer.

He loved them, but he was very stern.

Candles! We need more candles!

Clara, please, no more daydreaming.

We have to finish decorating

before our guests arrive.

Yes, Grandfather.

22 minutes early. Such bad manners.

It's beautiful, Miss!

Mother gave this to me the

Christmas I saw my first ballet.

Oh dear! The mice have found

their way into the Christmas boxes.

You haven't seen Tommy, have you?

Hey!

Mystery solved.

You might want to wash off that frosting

before the mice take a bite out of you.

You can't tell me what to do!

No. But I'm sure Grandfather

will insist on a bath.

Clara!

Aunt Drosselmayer!

You're at least a head taller.

I thought you weren't coming this year!

And miss a chance to

visit you and vex my uncle?

You're already conspiring against me.

Don't worry! I'll wait until your party's

over before I perform any mischief.

- Where did you go this time?

I want to hear all about it.

- Well, let's see.

I met an Emperor, I sailed on a junk,

I had my first rickshaw ride, and

I hiked the Great Wall of China.

I'd appreciate it, Elizabeth, if you'd

stop filling Clara's head with your stories.

Just because you go traipsing all over the globe

rather than stay put like a sensible person.

There's a world full of wonders out there,

Uncle, and Clara deserves to experience them.

Your guests are waiting.

Some people never change.

But we can always hope.

Then he bowed and asked me to dance.

- Did you?

- I couldn't say no to the king!

You must have felt like a princess.

I wish I could've been there.

Maybe next time you can come with me.

Grandfather would never allow it.

Well, surely he won't object to these.

Tommy.

And for you, my dear.

Wow! A Grenadier guard and

a Bengal lancer! Thanks!

A Nutcracker!

He's wonderful! Thank

you, Aunt Elizabeth!

- He sure is ugly.

- Tommy!

Well on the outside, maybe.

But inside beats the heart of a Prince.

Then I'll use him to command my army!

Sorry.

You're... impossible!

Please don't be too angry with Tommy.

I'm sure he didn't mean to hurt you.

It's time to wake her.

And spoil a beautiful dream?

No, let her sleep.

Clara's not a child anymore. She

deserves the chance to follow her dreams.

A young girl needs to be

responsible and practical.

Clara is responsible. You've

raised her well, Uncle.

It's time you trusted her to

grow up and make her own choices.

It's late. I'll see you in the morning.

Insolent mice!

Get away from there.

Shoo! Shoo!

Back... off... you... traitors!

I must be dreaming.

Even as a Nutcracker,

you're a thorn in my side.

And a thorn to you I shall remain!

It's time I turned you

into something more useful.

Like kindling.

Not in my house.

"Meddling human, towering tall,

let my scepter shrink you small!"

Look out!

This is not good.

Not so fierce now, hmm?

Can you make it up to the mantle?

There is no way...

I'm staying down here.

You've got nowhere to run, Nutcracker.

You're not going to get away from me this time.

Unless you'd like to feed the fire.

Nutcracker!

Hey, up here!

Come on.

Uh-oh.

Look out!

Thank you for saving my life.

And for your superior nursing skills.

Uh, you're welcome.

- This has to be a dream

- I'm afraid it's all too real.

And I've got to return home to

Parthenia while I have the chance.

Well then, would you mind

changing me back before you go?

Remember? I used to be taller.

I'm afraid only the Sugarplum Princess

can reverse the Mouse King's spell.

The Sugarplum Princess?

Yes. I've been trying to find her since

the Mouse King turned me into a nutcracker.

You mean, you used to be...

Not a nutcracker.

Perhaps I can help.

You will find the Sugarplum Princess

on an island, across the Sea of Storms.

But it's impossible to

cross the Sea of Storms.

It's dangerous, yes, but not impossible.

- Well, are you coming?

- Me? With you? In there? I don't think so.

Surely you don't want to spend the

rest of your life the size of a mouse?

But how would I get back?

Once you've found the Sugarplum Princess,

open the locket, and you will

return home your normal size.

But...

- Ready?

- This is crazy.

But, yes.

- Where are we?

- Must've taken a wrong turn back there.

- Where did my sword go?

- Here, let me give you a hand.

- Uh...

- Sorry. That happens a lot.

- A firefly?

- No. A Snow Fairy.

Well I'm sorry, but you

should've ben more careful.

Here. We'll fix this right up.

Hmm, not so much as a thank you.

Now, to find a way out of here.

These walls are solid ice.

Oh, no I...

I guess that was their thank you.

- Where'd they go?

- Probably off to make a blizzard somewhere.

Welcome to Parthenia.

It's so beautiful.

The snow isn't even cold.

The trees smell like peppermint.

And I've never seen a sky so blue.

Soon it'll all be a memory

if the Mouse King has his way.

And you're sure the

Sugarplum Princess can help?

She's our only hope of defeating him.

Hm! Interesting.

Well? What news do you bring?

I wish I could remember, but I'm

so hungry. I feel weak, no faint...

You insolent little bat! I should

turn you into a ceiling fan!

That would be a shame. Then I couldn't tell

you the juicy bit of gossip I overheard.

Thank you very much, Your Most Royal Majesty.

May I say you're looking specially

regal this evening, Sire.

Er, right. Well for starters, Nutcracker's back.

What? Here?

And he's got some girl with him.

Don't know where she came from.

I do.

Now here comes the good part.

They're looking for a Sugarplum Princess

who can, supposedly, defeat... you.

Err... according to the Nutcracker.

Sugarplum Princess?

I've never heard of a Sugarplum Princess.

Bring me the royal registery.

And bring me the Nutcracker.

It's what's left of the Gingerbread Village.

Mouse King's work, no doubt.

I didn't know things

had gotten this bad.

Steady! We won't hurt you.

It's an ambush! Take cover!

It's alright. They're just children.

With very good aim.

Wait! We found this. Is she yours?

Patty!

What happened here?

We went out with Marzipan

to gather candle berries.

- We came back and everything...

- ...and everyone...

- ...were gone!

It was the Mouse King's Army.

This is all Prince Eric's fault.

Who's Prince Eric?

The son of the King who ruled

before the Mouse took over.

Yeah, but he wasn't much of a Prince.

The King left his throne and the

golden scepter to his Royal Advisor.

The Mouse.

Until the Price could

prove himself worthy.

Let me guess. The Mouse

decided he liked being King.

But what happened

to Prince Eric?

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