Cinderella Page #2

Hold your tongue!

Now...

It seems we have time on our hands.

- But I was only trying to--

- Silence!

Time for vicious practical jokes.

Perhaps we can put it to better use.

Now... Iet me see.

Theres the large carpet in the main hall.

Clean it!

And the windows, upstairs and down.

Wash them!

Oh, yes...

and the tapestries, and the draperies.

- But I just fin--

- Do them again!

And don't forget...

the garden... then scrub

the terrace... sweep the halls...

and the stairs... clean the chimneys.

And of course, there's the mending,

and the sewing, and the laundry.

Oh, yes, and one more thing.

See that Lucifer gets his bath.

- But, but, but--

- No "buts" about it!

My son has been avoiding

his responsibilities long enough!

It's high time he married and settled down.

Of course, Your Majesty.

- But we must be patient.

- I am patient!

But Im not getting any younger, you know.

I want to see my grandchildren before I go.

I understand, Sire.

No, no, you don't know

what it means to see...

your only child grow farther...

farther... and farther away from you.

I'm IoneIy in this desolate old palace.

I...

I want to hear the pitter-patter

of IittIe feet again.

Now, now, Your Majesty.

Perhaps if we just Iet him alone.

Let him alone?

W-w-with his silly romantic ideas?

But, but, Sire, in matters of love--

Love... Ha!

Just a boy meeting a girl

under the right conditions.

So, we're arranging the conditions.

But, but, Your Majesty,

if the Prince should suspect--

Suspect?

Ha! Look...

the boy's coming home today, isn't he?

Yes, Sire.

Well, what could be

more natural than a ball...

- to celebrate his return?

- N-n-nothing, Sire.

If all the eligible maidens

in my kingdom just...

happened to be there,

why he's bound to show

interest in one of them, isn't he?

Isn't he?

Y-y-yes, Sire.

The moment he does...

soft Iights, romantic music,

all the trimmings.

It can't possibly fail.

Can it?

Y-y-yes, Sire. N-n-no, Sire.

Very well, Sire. I shall

arrange the ball for--

Tonight!

- Tonight? Oh, but, Sire--

- Tonight!

And see that every eligible maid is there!

Understand?

Yes, Your Majesty.

The pear-shaped tones.

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

High...

Above me

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

High...

Above...

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

High...

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing...sweet...

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing...

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Oh, sing sweet...

Oh...

Sing...

Oh! Oh, Lucifer!

You mean old thing!

I'm just going to have to...

teach you a Iesson.

Open in the name of the King!

An urgent message from His Imperial Majesty.

- Thank you.

- From the King!

What's it say, Cinderelly?

Duh... uh... uh... What's it say, huh?

I dont know.

He said its urgent.

Maybe I should interrupt the... uh...

music Iesson.

Oh, sing sweet nightingale

Sing sweet nightingale

High...

You clumsy! You did it on purpose.

- Be still, you!

- You're always--

- Girls, girls!- It's her fault, Mother.

Above all...

self-control.

Yes!

Cinderella!

I've warned you

never to interrupt while--

But this just arrived from the palace.

From the palace!

- Give it here!- Let me have it!

- No, it's mine!

- No--

I'll read it.

Well...

- There's to be a ball.- A ball!

In honour of His Highness, the Prince!

Oh, the Prince!

And by royal command,

every eligible maiden is to attend.

- Why, that's us!

- And I'm so eligible!

Why, that means I can go too!

Ha! Her, dancing with the Prince!

I'd be honoured, Your Highness.

Would you mind holding my broom?

Well, why not?

After all, I'm still a member of the family.

And it says, "By royal command...

every eligible maiden is to attend."

Yes... So it does.

Well, I see no reason why you can't go...

if you get all your work done.

Oh, I will! I promise.

And if you can find something...

suitable to wear.

I'm sure I can!

Oh, thank you, Stepmother.

Mother! Do you realize what you just said?

Of course.

I said, "If..."

Oh, "If..."

Isn't it IoveIy? It was my mother's.

It's pretty-pretty, but its old.

Well, maybe it is a little

old-fashioned, but...

oh, I'll fix that.

H-H-How you do that, huh?

Wait a minute.

There ought to be...

some good ideas in here.

Uh-huh.

This one.

- Oh, very nice-nice.

- Like it!

- We can do it.- It'll be R-easy.

I'll have to shorten

the sleeves... I'll need a sash...

a ruffle... and something for a collar.

- And then I'll--

- Cinderella!

Oh, now what do they want?

- Cinderella!

- Cinderella!

Oh, well, guess my dress

will just have to wait.

- Cinderella!

- Cinderella!

All right, all right! I'm coming.

Poor Cinderelly.

Every time she find a minute,

that's the time when they begin it!

- Cinderelly, Cinderelly--

- Cinderella!

Cinderelly, Cinderelly

Night and day it's Cinderelly

Make the fire, fix the breakfast

Wash the dishes, do the mopping

And the sweeping and the dusting

They always keep her hoppin'

She go around in circles

'TiI she's very, very dizzy

Still they holler

Keep-a busy, Cinderelly

Yeah...Keep-a busy.

You know what?

Cinderelly's not go to the ball.

What?

- Not go?

- What did you say?

You'll see. They fix her.

Work, work, work.

She'll never get her dress done.

P-p-poor Cinderelly.

Hey! We can do it!

We can do it we can do it

We can help our Cinderelly

We can make the dress so pretty

Theres nothing to it, really

We'll tie a sash around it

Put a ribbon through it

When dancing at the ball

She'll be more beautiful than all

In the IoveIy dress we'll make for Cinderelly

Hurry, hurry hurry, hurry

Gonna help our Cinderelly

Got no time to dillydally

We got to get a-goin'

I'll cut it with the scissors

And I can do the sewing

Leave the sewing to the women

You go get some trimmin'

And we'll make a IoveIy dress for Cinderelly

We'll make a IoveIy dress for Cinderelly

Follow me, Gus-Gus. I know where to go.

Find a pretty-pretty if we can.

Ho-ho-ho. Cinderelly needs help.

Surprise, surprise! Pretty

surprise for Cinderelly!

- And this too, Cinderella,

my slippers. Now don't forget-

- Cinderella, take my dress!

- Here, mend the buttonholes.

Press my skirt too, and mind

the ruffle. You're always--

- And, Cinderella...

- Yes?

When you're through, and before

you begin your regular chores,

I have a few IittIe things.

- Very well.

- Mother I don't see why...

everybody else seems to have

such nice things to wear...

and I always end up in these old rags.

This sash!

Why, I wouldnt be seen dead in it!

You should talk! These beads!

I'm sick of looking at them!

- Trash! Oh, I hate--

- I don't see why I can't have-

Come on! Now, be carefee.

Duh... uh... yes-yes-yes, real carefee.

Oh-ho-ho! We can use that, Gus-Gus!

Uh... pretty-pretty

pretty-pretty--

Shhh! Look-it!

R-ucifee!

Uh... duh... duh... Iook.

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