Cinderella Page #3

Oh, beads! Oh-ho-ho-ho!

Very pretty beads! Oh-ho-ho!

Shhh!

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will Iose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

Okay. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8.

Whatever you wish for you keep.

All right.

Heave-ho, heave-ho!

Heave-ho.

Mmmm mm mm believing

The dream that you wish will come...

Will come true...

Yes?

- The carriage is here.

- Oh.

Why, Cinderella, you're not ready, child.

I'm not going.

Not going? Oh, what a shame.

But of course, there will be...

- other times, and--

- Yes. Good night.

Oh, well. What's a royal ball?

After all, I suppose it would be...

frightfully dull... and... and boring...

and... and completely...

completely wonderful.

Oh, why... its my...

Surprise!

Surprise! Surprise!

- Surprise!

- Duh... duh... Happy birthday!

- No, no, no, no!

- Why, I never dreamed...

It's such a surprise!

Oh!

How can I ever...why...

Oh, thank you so much!

Now remember, when you're

presented to His Highness,

- be sure--

- Wait!

Please... wait for me!

Isn't it IoveIy?

Do you Iike it?

Do you think it will do?

- Cinderella!

- Mother, she can't!

- You wouldn't--

- Oh, no! You...

- can't Iet her!

- Girls, please!

After all, we did make a bargain.

Didn't we, Cinderella?

And I never go back on my word.

How very clever,

these beads.

They give it just the right touch.

Don't you think so, Drizella?

No, I don't! I think she's--

Why you IittIe thief!

Theyre my beads! Give them here!

Oh, no!

Oh... and Iook, that's my sash!

Wearing my sash! She can't!

Oh, don't! Please, stop!

- My ribbon!

- Why, you thief!

- Kitchen wench!

- You ungrateful IittIe--

Girls, girls.

That's quite enough.

Hurry along now, both of you.

I wont have you upsetting yourselves.

Good night.

In dreams you will Iose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for you keep

Oh, no. No, it isn't true.

Have faith in your dreams and someday

It's just no use.

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No use at all.

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

- I can't believe, not anymore.

- The dreams that you wish...

Theres nothing left to believe in.

Nothing.

Nothing, my dear?

Oh, now you don't really mean that.

- Oh, but I do!- Nonsense, child!

If you'd Iost all your faith,

I couldnt be here,

and here I am!

Oh, come now. Dry those tears.

You can't go to the ball looking like that.

The ball? Oh, but I'm not--

- Of course you are.

But we'll have to hurry,

because even miracles take a little time.

- Miracles?

- Uh-hmm. Watch.

What in the world did I do

with that magic wand?

- I was sure I--

- Magic wand?

That's strange... I... I always--

Why then, you must be--

Your Fairy Godmother? Of course.

Where is that wand? I--

Oh! I forgot.

I put it away.

- Look-a what she did!

- Duh... duh... How'd she do it

Now... let's see. Hmm...

I'd say the first thing

you need is, um... a pumpkin.

- But... a pumpkin?

- Uh-huh. Now, um...

Now... the magic words.

Uh... Oh...

Ahem!

Salaga doola menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put them together and what have you got

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Salaga doola menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

It'll do magic believe it or not

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Now salaga doola means

Menchicka boola roo

But the thing-a-ma-bob that does the job

Is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Oh, salaga doola menchicka boola

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Put them together and what have you got

Bibbidi-bobbidi

Bibbidi-bobbidi Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

- Oh, Iooky, Iooky.

- Isn't it wonderfee?

Isn't it, huh?

Oh, it's beautiful!

Yes, isn't it?

Now, with an elegant

coach like that, of course,

we'll simply have to have... uh...mice!

Uh... uh... mice?

Oh, this really is nice.

Why, we'll have a coach-and-fou

when we're through.

Just a wave of my stick,

and to finish the trick,

Bibbidi.. bobbidi...

boo!

Gracious, what did I do?

I was sure there were four there.

There should be one more.

Oh, ha-ha. There you are.

Bibbidi... bobbidi...

boo!

- Shoo!- Oh, poor Lucifer.

Serves him right, I'd say.

Now... um... where were we?

Oh, goodness, yes.

You can't go to the ball without... um...

a horse!

A-a-another one?

But tonight, for a change,

you'll handle the reins...

and sit in the driver's seat too.

For instead of a horse,

why the coachman, of course.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Well, that does it, I guess.

Except for-- oh, yes,

the finishing touch...

and that's you. Yes, Bruno, that's right!

You'll be footman tonight.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Well, well, hop in, my dear.

We can't waste time.

- But... uh--

- Now, now, now...

don't try to thank me.

Oh, I wasn't-- I mean... I do, but...

- but don't you think my dress-

- Yes, it's lovely, dear.

Lov-- Good heavens, child!

You can't go in that.

Now, uh.. lets see, dear.

Your size... and the shade

of your eyes... Uh-hmm.

Something simple, but daring too.

Oh, just Ieave it to me!

What a gown this will be.

Bibbidi-bobbidi bibbidi-bobbidi...

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

Oh, it's a beautiful dress!

Did you ever see such a beautiful dress?

And Iook, glass slippers.

Why, it's Iike a dream,

a wonderful dream come true.

Yes, my child, but like all dreams,

well, I'm afraid this can't last forever.

You'll have only

'tiI midnight and then--

- Midnight? Oh, thank you.

- Oh, now, now just a minute.

You must understand, my dear.

On the stroke of twelve,

the spell will be broken,

and everything will be as it was before.

Oh, I understand, but...

it's more than I ever hoped for.

Bless you, my child.

I-- Goodness me! It's getting Iate!

Hurry up, dear. The ball can't wait.

Have a good time, dance, be gay!

Now, off you go. You're on your way.

With a bibbidi-bobbidi, bibbidi-bobbidi...

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

The Princess Fredrica

Eugenie de Ia Fontaine.

M'amselle Augustina Dubois,

the daughter of General Pierre Dubois.

Ah... the boy isn't cooperating.

M'amselle Leanora Mercedes de la Torre,

daughter of Colonel and Madam de la Torre.

I can't understand it!

There must be at Ieast one

who'd make a suitable mother.

Shhh! Sire!

Uh... a suitable wife.

The Mademoiselles Drizella

and Anastasia Tremain,

daughters of Lady Tremain.

I give up!

Even I couldnt expect the boy to--

Well, if I may say so, Your Majesty.

I did try to warn you, but you,

Sire, are incurably romantic.

No doubt you saw the whole

pretty picture in detail.

The young Prince...

bowing to the assembly.

Suddenly, he stops.

He Iooks up, for Io,

there she stands, the girl of his dreams.

Who she is, or whence she came...

he knows not, nor does he care.

But his heart tells him that here...

here is the maid predestined to be his bride.

A pretty plot for fairytales, Sire,

but in real Life... oh, no... no.

It was foredoomed to failure.

Failure, eh?

Take a Iook at that, you pompous windbag!

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