Beauty and the Beast

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Once upon a time,

in the hidden heart of France...

a handsome young prince...

lived in a beautiful castle.

Poof! Poof!

Although he had

everything his heart desired...

the prince was

selfish and unkind.

Master, it's time.

He taxed the village...

to fill his castle with

the most beautiful objects.

And his parties with

the most beautiful people.

Oh, how divine

Glamour, music and magic combine

See the maidens

so anxious to shine

Look for a sign

that enhances chances

She'll be his special one

What a display

What a breathtaking,

thrilling array

Ev'ry prince

Ev'ry dog has his day

Let us sing with passion,

gusto, fit to bust, oh

Not a care in the world

Then one night...

an unexpected intruder arrived

at the castle...

seeking shelter

from the bitter storm.

As a gift, she offered

the prince, a single rose.

Repulsed by her haggard appearance...

the prince

turned the woman away.

Hmm.

But she warned him not to be

deceived by appearances.

For beauty is found within.

When he dismissed her again...

the old woman's outward

appearance melted away.

To reveal...

a beautiful enchantress.

The prince begged

for forgiveness,

but it was too late.

For she had seen that

there was no love in his heart.

Chip! Chip! Oh, my!

As punishment...

she transformed him

into a hideous beast.

And placed a powerful spell

on the castle...

and all who lived there.

As days bled into years...

the prince and his servants

were forgotten by the world.

For the enchantress had erased

all memory of them...

from the minds

of the people they loved.

But the rose she had offered

was truly an enchanted rose.

If he could

learn to love another...

and earn their love in return

by the time the last petal fell...

the spell would be broken.

If not, he would be doomed to

remain a beast for all time.

As the years passed...

he fell into despair

and lost all hope.

For who could ever

learn to love a beast?

Little town

It's a quiet village

Ev'ry day like the one before

Little town

Full of little people

Waking up to say

- Bonjour!

- Bonjour!

Bonjour!

There goes the baker

with his tray like always

The same old bread

and rolls to sell

Every morning just the same

Since the morning

that we came

To this poor provincial town

Good morning, Belle!

Good morning, Monsieur Jean!

Have you lost something again?

Well, I believe I have.

The problem is,

I can't remember what!

Oh, well.

I'm sure it will come to me.

Where are you off to?

To return this book

to Pre Robert.

It's about two lovers

in fair Verona.

Sounds boring.

Look there she goes

That girl is strange,

no question

Dazed and distracted

Can't you tell?

Never part of any crowd

'Cause her head's

up on some cloud

No denying

she's a funny girl that Belle

Bonjour, good day,

how is your family?

Bonjour, good day,

how is your wife?

I need six eggs

That's too expensive

There must be more

than this provincial life

Ah, if it isn't

the only bookworm in town.

So, where did you run off to

this week?

Two cities in Northern Italy.

I didn't want to come back!

Have you got

any new places to go?

I'm afraid not.

But you may reread any of

the old ones that you'd like.

Thank you.

Your library makes

our small corner of the world feel big.

Bye.

Look, there she goes

The girl is so peculiar

I wonder

if she's feeling well

With a dreamy far off look

And her nose stuck in a book

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle

Oh! Isn't this amazing

It's my favorite part

because you'll see

Here's where

she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover

that it's him

'Til chapter three

Now it's no wonder

That her name means "beauty"

Her looks have

got no parallel

But behind that fair faade

I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very different

from the rest of us

She's nothing

like the rest of us

Yes, different

from the rest of us

Is Belle

Look at her, LeFou.

My future wife.

Belle is the most

beautiful girl in the village.

That makes her the best.

But she's so well-read.

And you're so...

- athletically inclined.

- I know.

Belle can be as argumentative

as she is beautiful.

Exactly! Who needs her

when you've got us!

Yes...

But ever since the war,

I've felt like

I've been missing something.

And she's the only girl

that gives me that sense of...

I don't know what that means.

Right from the moment

When I met her, saw her

I said she's gorgeous

and I fell

Here in town there's only she

Who is beautiful as me

So I'm making plans

to woo and marry Belle

Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy

Monsieur Gaston,

oh, he's so cute

Be still, my heart

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall, dark

Strong and handsome brute

It's never gonna happen,

ladies.

- Bonjour

- Pardon

- Good day

- Mais, oui

- You call this bacon

- What lovely flowers

- Some cheese

- Ten yards

- One pound

- 'Scuse me

- I'll get the knife

- Please let me through

- This bread

- Those fish

- It's stale

- They smell

- Madame's mistaken

- Well, maybe so

There must be more

than this provincial life

Good morning

Just watch I'm going

to make Belle my wife

Oh! Good morning

Look there she goes

A girl who's strange but special

A most peculiar mademoiselle

It's a pity and a sin

She doesn't quite fit in

But she really is a funny girl

A beauty but a funny girl

She really is a funny girl

That Belle

Good morning, Belle!

Wonderful book you have there.

Have you read it?

Well, not that one.

But, you know, books...

For your dinner table.

Shall I join you this evening?

Sorry, not this evening.

Busy?

No...

So, moving on?

No, LeFou.

It's the ones

who play hard to get

that are always

the sweetest prey.

That's what makes Belle

so appealing.

She hasn't made

a fool of herself

just to gain my favor.

What would you call that?

Dignity?

It's outrageously attractive,

isn't it?

Gaston!

Mmm.

Mmm.

How does a moment

last forever

How can a story never die

It is love we must hold on to

Never easy but we try

Sometimes our happiness

is captured

Somehow a time and place stand still

Love lives on

inside our hearts

And always will

Oh.

Belle.

Hmm.

Could you...

Hand me a...

Thank you.

And I also need...

No. No. No.

Actually...

yes, that's exactly

what I need. Thank you.

- Papa, do you think I'm odd?

- Odd?

My daughter? Odd?

Where did you get an idea like that?

I don't know. People talk.

This is a small village,

you know.

Small minded as well.

But small also means safe.

Even back in Paris,

I knew a girl like you,

who was so...

ahead of her time.

So different.

People mocked her.

Until the day they all found

themselves imitating her.

Please, just tell me

one more thing about her.

Your mother was...

fearless.

Fearless.

So...

what can I bring you

from the market?

A rose.

Like the one in the painting.

You ask for that every year!

And every year you bring it.

Then I shall

bring you another.

You have my word.

- Goodbye, Papa.

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