Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas Page #3

Everyone knows that

the lights go on first.

I don't want to go all

the way up there on the top.

[All]

# As long as there's Christmas #

# I truly believe #

# That hope is

the greatest #

# Of the gifts

we'll receive #

# As long as

there's Christmas #

# We'll all be just fine #

# There'll always

be Christmas #

# So there always

will be a time #

# When the world #

# Is filled with peace #

# And warmth ##

We're gonna have

the greatest Christmas ever.

Oh, I hope so, Chip.

[Gasps]

[Clattering]

You on the left,

you on the right, follow me.

- There is decorating to be done.

- [Muffled Shouts]

Yes, yes, yes, yes. But keep in mind,

the master mustn't find out.

Oooh, yes.

[Chuckles]

[Low Growl]

Christmas! She's planning Christmas!

Yes. Awful, isn't it?

[Growling]

Perhaps she doesn't know

how I feel about Christmas.

- But she does know.

- Hmm?

She just doesn't care

like I do.

She's actually trying to bring

Christmas back to the castle.

And you know how much

we despise Christmas.

The day my life ended.

Bring me my presents!

Here, Your Highness.

Please accept this humble gift

as a token of our appreciation.

I know I speak

for everyone when...

Ah, just give it to me!

A storybook?

You call this a present?

I hope you have something

better for me, Forte.

Yes, sir.

Of course, Master.

## [Slow]

What is that?

Um, a small piece

in your honour, Master.

Eeew! I hate it.

Forte, that stuff is gloomy.

[Knocking]

[Shouting]

Who disturbs my Christmas?

Please, take this rose...

in exchange for shelter

from the bitter cold.

[Scoffs]

I don't need a rose.

Go away,

you wretched old hag!

You have been deceived

by your own cold heart.

A curse upon your house

and all within it.

Until you have found one

to love you as you are,

you shall remain forever

a beast.

[Growling, Screaming]

[Snarling, Roaring]

But we've come so far

since then.

We've risen above

the tragedy.

Where is she?

I believe she's gone

to the boiler room,

or so a little birdie

told me.

[Chuckling]

Tweet, tweet, tweet.

[Banging]

Oh!

Aah!

[Groans]

[Fire Crackling]

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Get outta the way.

- We're workin' here.

- [Gasps]

- Excuse me.

- Let's go. Let's go.

All right, you guys.

Now get back to work. The castle

doesn't heat itself, you know.

Oy, gevault.

So, what can I do you for, lady?

- I'm looking for a log.

- All right. Logs we got.

What do you want?

Hard wood, soft wood? We got it all.

We got birch, maple,

pine, oak...

- [Banging]

- Doi! Concrete.

- [Twittering]

- My head. Don't worry. It'll pass.

So, make up your mind

already.

Is it all right

if I just browse?

Suit yourself. Take your time.

Me, I got work to do.

Huh.

- [Loud Banging]

- Hmm.

[Banging, Hissing]

- [All Gasping]

- [Whistle Blowing]

[Blaring]

Whew.

- [All Sigh]

- Hey, what am I payin'

you for, being boring?

Do that on your own time.

Get outta here!

- [Workers Chattering]

- Yes.

Oh!

[Humming]

- [Growling]

- [Gasps]

- [Humming]

- What are you hiding?

[Huffing, Growls]

- It's a Yule log.

- Huh?

A Yule log.

It's a wonderful tradition.

One log is chosen and everyone

in the house touches it...

and makes a Christmas wish.

Mmm, wishes are stupid.

[Growls]

You made a Christmas wish

last year.

Is this what you wished for?

[Roaring]

[Bats Screeching]

- No.

- [Grunts]

But I will keep wishing.

- And when the log is burned

on Christmas morning...

- There won't be no Christmas.

- But...

- No-o-o-o-o! I am the master here.

How can you be

so selfish?

You cannot possibly understand.

You have no idea what

it's like to lose everything,

to be trapped

in your own castle,

to be, uh, uh, uh...

Prisoner?

The only one holding

us prisoner here is you.

Well, I'm not giving up.

Prisoner.

[Sighs]

[Chip] Hiya, Belle.

You should see the ballroom.

It's all decorated and pretty

and there's garlands everywhere.

I think the master's

gonna be really excited when

he finds out about Christmas.

Well, he, he already knows.

Really?

Was he excited?

Actually, Chip,

he's forbidden it.

But I thought

he couldn't forbid Christmas.

You know, Chip, he can't.

We'll have Christmas

with or without him.

Hooray! Can we get a tree now, Belle?

It's the only thing we're missing.

All right, then.

Let's go get a tree.

But first...

Shh.

[Chip Whispering]

Psst, Belle.

The master. Hurry.

[Growling]

- [Laughing]

- [Sultan Barking]

- [Laughing Continues]

- [Panting]

[Panting]

What about this one?

Mmm...

[Disapprovingly]

Mmm.

Nah.

Too skinny.

Come on.

- [Exhales]

- [Axe Groans]

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Door Creaking]

Ooo la-la.

- Ohh, Lumiere.

- She's beautiful, no?

Yes, and I'm hideous.

[Whispering]

Not to mention ill-tempered.

What? What is that?

Ooh, it looks like

a Christmas present.

[Roars]

Oh-ho-ho.

It's for you, Master.

It's from... a girl.

- Mrs Potts?

- No. From Belle.

Belle?

Uh-uh-uh. Master,

you can't open it.

Well, why not?

It's for me, isn't it?

Because it's

not yet Christmas.

- [Growls]

- Master,

we all understand

how you feel about Christmas.

But when a woman gives a man a gift,

she's saying, "I care about you."

Hmm. But I don't

have a gift for her.

- It is not too late.

- [Sighs]

Well, I guess I could

get her a little something.

Forte, stop the noise!

Noise? Noise?

This is my masterpiece.

- [Growls]

- Master.

I, I want you

to compose a song.

- It's a present for Belle.

- What? Belle?

And make it... happy!

Oh, but happiness

is so... depressing.

What's next?

Love songs?

- ## [Gloomy]

- [Panting]

Wedding marches?

It's all that girl's fault.

[Barking, Snarling]

What about this one?

- Hmm, too wiggly.

- Too wiggly.

- Fife!

- ## [Blaring]

- [Gasping]

- Pay attention.

I need you to pace when I think.

The girl is evil, I tell you.

She pulls him

from my grasp.

She fills his head

with dreams of love and hope...

- and Christmas!

- Well, what you gonna do?

You can't stop Christmas.

[Chuckles]

No, but I can stop

the girl.

[Barking]

Chip, this is

the last one.

That's not it. That's just

a weed wishing it was a tree.

Chip, we've looked

at every tree on the grounds.

But it's more

this way than that.

It will have to do.

- Aaach! Oy, gevault!

- Oh.

- What a headache I have.

- I'm sorry.

l... I'll get a saw.

No, that's fine.

I don't want I should put you out.

Oh, all right.

Do you have some oil?

I just thought a little massage...

But if it's no, it's no.

Go on. What are you waiting for?

Knock yourself out.

You never get headaches,

I guess. Lucky you.

- Really, I can get a saw.

- Who wants a saw?

I said go ahead with the whacking

and the hitting. Who's stopping you?

- ## [Slow, Melodic]

- [Belle] Shh. What is that?

Ohh.

It's beautiful.

## [Continues]

And now for

a little Fife.

[Inhales Deeply,

High-Pitched Whistling]

[Howling]

[Barking]

Sultan, wait!

- Don't worry yourself about me.

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