Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas

# Deck the halls

with boughs of holly #

# Fa-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la #

# 'Tis the season

to be jolly #

# Fa-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la #

# Don we now

our gay apparel #

- # Fa-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la #

- [Sultan Barking]

- [Laughing]

- # Troll the ancient Yuletide carol #

# Fa-la-la-la-la

La-la-la-la #

[Chip]

Who-oa!

[Barking]

# Deck the halls

with boughs of holly #

Ha-ha. There must be

much, much more holly.

# 'Tis the season to be... #

Wh-What's this? There's too much holly.

Whoa!

Slow down, lad.

# Don we now

our gay apparel ##

No, no, no,

no more mistletoe.

- ## [Mrs Potts Humming]

- [Laughing]

- Chip, away from those presents, dear.

- [Sultan Barking]

[Chip]

Mama, I found one for me!

Can I open it, Mama?

Can I?

- Well, just one.

- Oh, boy!

- It's good to see the boy

having a proper Christmas.

- [Snarling]

Not like last year.

[Chuckles]

Yes. This is much more agreeable.

Well, I thought last year

was quite nice.

Yes, well, I suppose I,

I did manage to save Christmas.

- You?

- Yes, me.

- [Laughing]

- If not for my skilful

and decisive leadership,

all would've been lost.

Leadership? Ha!

You could not lead a horse to water.

- [Cogsworth]

What are you yammering about?

- [Sighs]

- It was all my idea.

- Your idea? Everyone

knows it was mine.

Heavens. How many times are we

going to have to go over this story?

- Story?

- Until someone gets his facts straight.

- Why don't you tell it, Mama?

- [Cogsworth] Capital idea.

Well, I don't... know.

Come now, Mrs Potts.

Surely you recall how I saved Christmas.

Dut-dut-dut-dut.

No leading the witness.

Please, Mama,

tell the story.

Oh, all right.

[Lumiere] Ahh, now we will hear

what really happened.

Well, let's see.

Belle, terrified

by the master's anger,

ran away

from the castle...

straight into

a pack of wolves.

But the master saved her.

- They began to be friends.

- [Lumiere] Ah-ah-ah.

That's where I came in.

- [Chip] Where could he be?

- [Mrs Potts] Goodness knows.

We've searched

every last corner.

[Cogsworth] I'm beginning to think

he's not in the castle at all.

Voila! There he is!

- Wonderful!

- [Gasps] No time to waste.

We must find a way

to get them together.

[Lumiere] Let's go!

Love will not wait.

You really think she's the one?

Will she break the spell?

[Panting] I knew it from the moment

I set eyes on her.

If anyone can reach the master,

Belle can. Such a kind soul.

- [Lumiere]

And her looks don't hurt either.

- [Chip Giggling]

Wait for me!

[Panting]

- Hi, Belle.

- Oh, hello.

Chip, do you know

what day it is?

Well, it's not Tuesday...

No, silly.

Today is December 24.

- The day before Christmas.

- And what a beautiful day it is.

A wonderful day

for a morning stroll.

Yes, yes. Nothing starts the day

like a brisk walk around the grounds.

[Chip]

Yeah! Or you could go ice-skating.

- Ha-ha. Wahoo!

- Yes, fresh air, exercise. Ha-ha.

- [Back Creaking]

- In moderation, of course.

- [Snoring]

- [Mrs Potts]

Come along, Belle dear.

- The great outdoors awaits.

- [Chip] Yeah, let's go!

Merci, monsieur.

[Growling]

Oh. Good morning.

Huh? Wh-Wh-Whoa...

[Grunts]

- [Low Growl]

- Oh, dear!

Are you all right?

Uh... Uh...

I fell and I landed

on my... on, on the ice.

It's pretty slippery.

Yes... it's slippery.

This is a perfect day

for skating.

Come on.

[Giggling]

Hmm?

Come on.

No.

[Grunts]

Go on, Master.

It might be fun.

Go for it!

Hmm. Hmm?

- [Chip Laughing]

- [Barking]

- Come on!

- [Cogsworth] Not so fast.

- Ooo-ooo la-la.

- [Sighs]

Come on.

Why don't you try it like this?

One, two, three. One, two, three.

See? It's easy.

One, two... three.

On-ne, two, three.

- Ho-ho-ho.

- Yes.

- I think this may work.

- [All Laughing]

## [Pipe Organ,

Slow, Gloomy]

## [Continues]

## [Ends]

Bravo! Bravo!

Encore!

[Chuckles]

Fife, you approve?

Oh, maestro,

it's magnificent!

Oh, come along.

It's merely an opera...

to bring the house down.

[Laughing]

Ooh!

[Grunting]

Is there a part

for a piccolo?

Absolutely.

[Laughing]

Solo for fife,

in B-flat.

- Ooh. I'd do anything for a solo.

- Yes.

I know. Now, Fifey,

in the midst

of my crescendo,

I thought I heard merriment

outside the window.

Have a little look-see,

will you?

[Laughing Continues]

Wow! Would you

look at that?

Well, I think I might.

I'll just pick myself up and... Oh!

What's this?

Heavens, look.

I'm bolted to the wall!

Oh, right.

[Nervous Chuckle]

Um, th-the master

is skating.

Skating? Why on earth

would he do a thing like that?

Probably because that pretty girl

is holding his hand.

- What? Belle?

- Hey.

Maybe if she falls in love with him,

the spell will be broken,

and we'll be

human again!

- [Blaring]

- [Screams]

Trust me, Fife.

- Humanity is entirely overrated.

- [Grunts]

Before the enchantment,

there was no need...

for my particular

brand of genius.

But now the master

needs my melodies...

to feed his tormented soul.

I am his confidant...

and his best friend.

- And I won't let some

peasant girl ruin it for me!

- ## [Blaring]

Fife, see to it that

this blossoming love...

withers on the vine.

Yes, Maestro Forte.

[Chuckles]

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

One, two, three.

- I think I've got it! [Grunts]

- [Giggles]

[Panting]

Hey, down in front.

I wanna see.

Let me see.

I wanna see too!

- [High-Pitched Whistle]

- [All] Shh!

- [Groans]

- [Cogsworth] Quiet.

Oh, this is

very promising.

Ah, yes, there is

something in the air.

- [Sultan Barks]

- Could it be love?

Love?

Oh, oh, oh, ooh.

Uh. Oh. Oh.

I've got to stop them.

Oh!

[Screaming]

He-e-elp!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

What's that

little toot up to?

Whoa!

Mmm, mmm.

[Chuckles]

Stop!

[Grunts]

[Both Shouting]

- [Panting]

- [Grunting]

[Groans]

[Sighs]

[Spits, Moans]

It's a Christmas angel,

see?

- [Low Growl]

- Oh.

This is no angel.

It's the shadow

of a monster.

[Roaring]

[Roaring Continues]

[Chuckling]

Oh, Forte is going to be

so proud of me.

[Panting]

I don't know

why I bother.

[Sighs]

Now he's worse than ever.

Don't lose heart,

dearest.

## [Forte Playing,

Gloomy]

[Growling]

I hate Christmas.

[Grunts]

## [Continues]

The music helps?

Your music is the only thing

that helps me forget.

[Low Growl]

Don't worry, old friend.

I'm here for you,

just as I have been,

just as I always will be.

Why is the beast

such a grump?

I don't know.

He's always like that.

- Even at Christmas?

- Yep.

Belle, what's Christmas?

Oh, Chip, you must know

about Christmas.

Stockings in front

of the fire? Tree?

Tinsel? Presents?

Presents?

Do I get one?

Of course. Everyone gets

a present on Christmas.

- Oh, even the master?

- Yes, even the master.

- What are you gonna get him?

- I don't know him well enough

to know what he would want.

What would you want?

Well, what I love most

in the world are my books;

my stories.

Why don't you get

the master a story?

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