Barbie in the Nutcracker Page #3

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Not to mention what's going to

happen when this ice starts to melt.

Marzipan saw something.

I'm sure of it.

No time to enjoy the scenery.

Let's find this Princess.

I believe the Nutcracker has

earned the right to lead us.

But-but... he's wood!

And the reason we've made it this far.

I'm only half the reason.

Handing the reigns to a-a stump!

I never heard of such a thing!

- Are you coming?

- Oh, yes.

- Gotcha mates! Off to the palace!

- No!

Wait a minute. Where's the girl?

Don't matter. No way off this island.

Unless she's part mermaid.

I should never have come. What was I thinking?

That I was going to find a magical Princess?

I could always go back home. I'm sure

I've got some doll clothes that would fit.

What am I saying? I can't leave.

I'm their only hope.

If I could just get off this island.

Hello!

Are you sure about this?

Okay then. Let's go-ooo!

Thank you.

They're right. It's time

we stood up to the Mouse.

More wood. I want this to

be an unforgettable show.

Pimm, all is right with the world.

I got the Nutcracker and soon my

worries will be over.

Well, that ain't really so true, Sire.

Oh?

- It seems your subjects are

planning an uh... uprising.

- What?!

I want every last villager, fairy, and general

trouble-maker rounded up to witness

this display of my absolute power!

I'll get right on it, Sire.

Ah, Sire? I can't feel my toes.

Oh, there you are! The King needs

you right away in the courtyard.

And he said if you didn't hurry, you'd

spend the rest of your lives as houseflies.

Or was it horseflies?

Clara!

- What's wrong with the girl?

- We can see her, but she can't see us.

Or hear us, apparently.

Why would the Mouse King post

guards on an empty room?

Clara.

We've got to get out of here.

The Mouse King's building a bonfire.

I doubt it's to warm up the palace.

Sugarplum Princess or no Sugarplum

Princess, that rat's got to be stopped!

- Is this any way to run a Kingdom, Mouse?

- Ahh. You're just in time for your party.

There's more to being a

King than having a crown!

Suddenly you're an expert.

You'll never gain their loyalty

until you've earned their respect!

I don't need their loyalty.

I don't even need them.

"Those peasants who do challenge me,

living statuary be!"

Clara!

Scrappy little Nutcracker. I'm

afraid I've underestimated you.

"With the brawn of twenty and six

I'll smash my enemy into sticks."

Nutcracker!

I'll give you a choice, Nutcracker,

dismemberment or barbeque.

No! You're nothing but a coward,

hiding behind a magic wand!

I obviously didn't shrink you small

enough. Your mouth is still much too big.

But that is about to change.

"To the one who vexes me,

smaller, smaller you will be!"

Nooo!

What? Ahh!

Back to where he belongs -

The sewer!

Oh! My poor Nutcracker.

Don't worry, Clara, I'm just wood.

Remember?

You and I know you're

much more than that. Prince Eric.

- It's Prince Eric!

- The Prince?!

The Prince.

- Of course. The Princess has

been with us all along!

- What?

- Clara, it's you! You are the Sugarplum Princess!

- Me? I couldn't be.

It all makes sense. You saved me

from the Mouse King in your parlor.

You rescued us from his dungeon,

your bravery led to his defeat,

and your kiss has broken his spell.

- You are the Sugarplum Princess!

- Look!

You've broken all the Mouse

King's evil enchantments.

And now you're free to take

your rightful place as King.

Well, that's for the people to decide.

- Three cheers for Prince Eric!

- Hip hip, hurray! Hip hip, hurray!

Hip hip, hurray!

Thank you, friends.

As your King, I will let the wise

leadership of my Father be my guide.

None of this would've been possible

without you, Clara. Will you stay...

and be my Queen?

This locket was supposed to take me home,

but in my heart, I feel I'm already there.

I absolutely despise happy endings!

- No!

- No!

He's not gonna get away with that!

Pimm!

Flap, you fool!

- Clara! No!

- Eric!

-Clara!

I love you!

Nutcracker?

It's about time you got up.

I see the mice had a party

of their own last night.

It wasn't a party.

It was a war.

The Nutcracker was fighting the Mouse

King, who shrunk me with his golden scepter.

I've never heard such a story,

even from your Aunt!

It's not a story!

It really happened!

- Time to open presents!

- Tommy, did you take my Nutcracker?

- Why would I want him?

He's just a hunck of wood.

- You're wrong!

He's really a King. An evil

mouse was ruling his land.

- The mouse had a bat.

- What's all this foolishness?

Perhaps I should send for a doctor.

And this is where I grew up.

Aunt Elizabeth, have you seen my...

Nutcracker?

Look who I ran into while I

was taking my morning stroll.

Uncle Drosselmayer, Clara, Tommy.

This is Eric, the son of a dear friend of mine.

I'm very happy to... meet you.

Such familiarity!

In my day we would never have...

I've taken the liberty of asking

Eric to stay for Christmas dinner.

But this is a most...

wonderful idea.

I suppose it wouldn't hurt to

have the young man stay for supper.

But what about the presents?

May I have this dance?

I couldn't say no to the King.

So, if Clara hadn't been brave, she never

would've found out she was a Princess.

That's right.

Can you help me practice until

I know all the steps?

Of course.

- I did it!

- I always knew you could.

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