Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas Page #4

- I'll just sit here. Snow is fine.

A little wet,

but who's complaining?

Yes, my dear.

Come to me.

Come here, boy.

Come here.

- [Barking Continues]

- [Gasps] Good doggy.

- [Growling]

- Nice doggy.

- [Screams]

- [Belle] Sultan?

[Fife]

Back off, doggy.

Oh. Hello?

Hello?

[Chip Shuddering]

W-Well, maybe there's nobody here.

- M-M-Maybe we should go.

- [Sultan Barking]

[Belle]

What's the matter, Sultan?

[Whimpering]

Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met.

I'm Belle.

- And you are?

- Fife.

- [Growling]

- Down, boy, down.

We heard the most

beautiful music.

- Was it you?

- [Giggles] Me?

You thought that was m-me?

[High-Pitched Whistling]

[Whimpering]

- [Chuckles]

- [Forte] Mademoiselle, please.

- [Gasps]

- I am Maestro Forte,

court composer and

your most humble servant.

Pleased to meet you,

Monsieur Forte. I'm Belle.

Yes. The entire castle

is talking about you, child.

They say you're planning

a Christmas gala. Marvellous idea.

The very thing to shatter

the master's dark and gloomy past.

But you must make this

the grandest celebration ever.

- Have you gifts?

- Yep.

- Food?

- Yep.

- Garlands, ribbons, wreaths?

- Check.

Spangles and "fandangles"?

The trinkets, the trimmings,

the trappings?

- Yep, we got 'em all.

- A tree?

See, Belle?

I told ya.

Well, we found one.

But it was on

the piddlin' side of puny.

[Chuckling]

But did you look

in the Black Forest?

There you will find

a tree...

- better than any you can dream of.

- [Chip] Better?

- We gotta go, Belle!

- Eeeh.

- We gotta!

- Chip, we can't.

I promised your master I wouldn't

leave the castle grounds.

- I gave my word.

- [Forte] Chin up, son.

There's a profound

lesson here.

Keeping your word is much more

important than bringing joy to another.

You're twisting

what I said.

Not at all.

I agree with you.

Look after yourself.

Let the master do the same.

Never mind that the tree...

was always his favourite part

of Christmas.

Please, Belle?

Ple-e-e-ease?

- [Belle] It looks dangerous.

- [Forte Chuckling]

Mademoiselle, you are

in more danger...

in this very room,

I assure you.

All right.

- Yes!

- We'll take Phillippe.

If we hurry,

we can be back by nightfall.

- Hooray!

- Au revoir, Monsieur Forte.

You'll keep my secret,

won't you?

Of course, mademoiselle.

The master will remain

completely in the dark.

Au revoir, Fife.

- Au revoir.

- Fife!

I want you to follow her.

Make sure they don't

come back.

Oh, yeah, but, maestro,

she's so nice.

When you're finished

fawning, Fife,

perhaps you can recommend

someone else to play your solo.

No! I'm going.

I'm going.

[Grunts]

## [Humming

"Deck The Halls"]

[Humming Stops]

Cogsworth!

Oh, dear. Yes.

Oh, oh, coming. Coming.

Cogsworth!

Running, running.

Almost there. You bellowed, sir?

Find Belle. I, uh...

Well, l... [Sighs]

She has to hear a song.

Yes, sir.

Right away, sir. Uh, yes.

Splendid.

Yes, well... Splendid.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

Belle. Belle?

Where is she?

Belle?

[Lumiere]

Careful, careful.

Too fast!

Get out of the way! Stop!

Huh!

Amateurs.

Belle? Here...

Excuse me. Hello?

Has anyone seen Belle?

I can't find her anywhere.

And the master is demanding

to see her now. He's got a song

he wants her to hear.

Ho-ho.

C'est magnifique!

Last I saw of her, she was going

with Chip to look for a Christmas tree.

[Straining]

Right. We must conduct

a search of the grounds.

- Lumiere, you're with me.

- [Beast] Cogsworth!

- [Gasps]

- I'm waiting!

Oh, dear. [Muttering]

I'm almost there, sir. Uh, uh...

Mrs Potts, stall the master.

All right, Lumiere, we're...

Lumiere?

Wait, I'm leading.

Me first, you second.

[Wind Gusting]

Belle! Belle!

Where is she?

Belle? Belle?

Belle,

where are you?

Lumiere, wait.

Hmm?

[Gasps]

The Black Forest!

Come along.

Hurry now!

[Panting]

Oh, no.

This is catastrophic!

Cogsworth, quit dawdling.

I'm not dawdling.

I'm waddling.

Well, don't waddle then.

We're in a hurry, you lazy old clock.

Hmm? Hmm?

Hmm? Hmm?

- [Clock Ticking]

- [Sighing]

[Sighing Continues]

Why am I still waiting?

- Mrs Potts!

- Coming, sir! Coming!

What a brisk day! Why, you look

positively chilled to the bone.

Where's Belle?

How about a nice cup of tea, sir?

Just a spot.

Hmm. Forte,

play Belle's song!

[Beast]

Hot.

You're not singing!

# Deck the halls

with boughs of holly #

# Fa-la-la-la-la #

- # La-la-la-la #

- Louder!

# 'Tis the season #

A bit more tea, sir?

- Good for the heart, you know.

- No, thank you.

- Just a spot?

- No more.

- Well, there's always

room for tea, love.

- I said, "No more."

- Oh, dearie me!

- Mrs Potts,

are you trying

to distract me?

Goodness, no, sir.

[Gasps]

Heavens. Is that a yellow-bellied,

double-breasted sapsucker?

- Rare this time of year.

- Enough! Where's Cogsworth?

- Where's Belle?

- Belle?

- We can't find her, sir.

- What?

Leave me!

[Growls]

Show me the girl.

[Whinnying]

- I will bring her back!

- [Forte] No!

Um, she's abandoned you.

- [Growls]

- Listen to your old friend, won't you?

Have I ever steered you wrong?

Led you astray?

No. But the girl...

# The quickest way

to break your heart #

# Make you depressed

and ill #

# Is to get tangled up inside #

# The side effects

could kill #

# All passion

is a waste of time #

# A deadly game pour vous #

[Laughs]

# I am your friend

Your cher ami #

# I wouldn't lie to you #

# If you must love someone

may I suggest #

# You love yourself

Just think it through #

# You'll never leave and you will

find you'll get more rest #

# You'll always feel

as good as new #

# Your freedom is the most

important thing, my friend #

# You must be strong

You mustn't bend #

# Don't talk for hours

Don't send flowers #

# Don't write poems

Don't sing songs #

# And dance beneath

the stars that shine above #

# Don't fall in love #

- [Forte] Oh, don't do it.

- [Cupids Cooing]

Oh!

# As soon as your heart

rules your head #

# Your life is not your own #

# It's hell when

someone's always there #

# It's bliss to be alone #

# And love of any kind

is bad #

# A dog, a child, a cat #

# They take up so much

precious time #

# Now, where's the sense

in that #

# Love takes the wildest heart

and makes it tame #

# If you're turned on

then just turn off #

# Emotions are a thing

all great men overcame #

# Please, don't make

this grand catastrophe #

# Don't get attached

to anyone or anything #

# There's nothing worse

than things that cling #

# You'll go to pot

You'll turn to drink #

# You'll never rest

You'll end up mad #

# And looking like

some poor demented dove #

# Don't fall in love ##

Don't fall in love!

No, no, no,

no, no, no, no.

They cannot mix bells

with holly.

Still, I have to admit,

not bad for amateurs.

- [Beast Growling]

- [Gasps]

[Growling]

[Grunting]

I knew this was hopeless.

[Phillippe Whinnying]

[Nickers]

- [Wolves Howling]

- [Whimpering]

[Barking, Howling]

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