Cinderella Page #4

It would be an insult

to the royal personage

to take you to the palace

dressed in these old rags.

Rags?

This was my mother's.

I'm sorry to have to tell you

but your mother's taste

was questionable.

This thing is so old-fashioned

it's practically falling to pieces.

The shoulder's frayed.

- It's falling to bits.

- And this!

It's a ridiculous, old-fashioned joke!

How could you...?

How could I otherwise?

I will not have anyone

associate my daughters with you.

It would ruin their prospects

to be seen arriving

with a ragged servant girl.

Because that is what you are.

And that is what you will always be.

Now mark my words.

You shall not go to the ball!

Go on, get going!

I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm sorry.

I said I'd have courage, but I don't.

Not anymore.

I don't believe anymore.

Excuse me.

Can you help me, miss?

Just a little crust of bread,

or better, a cup of milk?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

I think I can find something for you.

Why are you crying?

It's nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

What is a bowl of milk? Nothing.

But kindness makes it everything.

Now, I don't mean to hurry you,

but you really haven't got long, Ella.

How do you know me?

Who are you?

Who am I?

I should think

you'd have worked that one out.

I'm your hairy dogfather.

I mean, fairy godmother!

You can't be.

Why not?

They don't exist.

They're just made up for children.

Didn't your own mother

believe in them?

Don't say no, because I heard her.

You heard her?

Fiddle-faddle, fiddle-faddle.

Right! First things first.

Let me slip into something

more comfortable.

That's better.

Now, where was I?

How did you...

Yes. Let's see.

What we need is something

that sort of says, "coach."

That trough?

Doesn't really say "coach."

No, no, I'm liking fruit and veg.

Do you grow watermelons?

No.

Cantaloupe?

I don't even know what that is.

Artichoke?

Kumquat?

Beef tomato?

We do have pumpkins.

Pumpkins?

This will be a first for me.

Always interesting.

I don't usually work with squashes.

Too mushy.

Let me see. That'll do. Yes. Knife?

- There you are.

- Thank you, darling.

Hello, my strangely orange

vegetable friend.

A quick snip for you.

Lovely!

Heavy pumpkin!

Look out, mices!

Well. Never mind.

Let's do it here.

Do what here?

Turn the pumpkin into a carriage.

You're making me nervous, actually.

- Shall I shut my eyes?

- It might be better.

For heaven's sake. Let's just go for it.

Well, something's definitely happening.

You see, the trick is...

Actually, I've forgotten what the trick is.

I just thought, if it...

If it does get much bigger...

Yes?

Hang on.

Is that what you meant to do?

Do you think that's what I meant to do?

Run! Run, darling!

Take cover!

There! One carriage.

You really are my fairy godmother.

Of course.

I don't go about transforming

pumpkins for just anybody.

Now, where are those mice?

- Mice?

- Yes.

Mice, mice, mice.

There they are.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Four white chargers.

Gus-Gus, how fine you look!

But how did you...

Now, where are we?

Got carriage, horses... Footmen!

Footmen?

Hello, lovely Mr. Lizard.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Hello!

You called?

Now, I need that coachman.

Coachman?

Did I say "coachman"? I meant "goose."

I can't drive. I'm a goose.

Now, shoo!

Everyone into place, no time to be lost!

Come on!

Fairy Godmother!

Yes, what?

My dress.

I can't go in this dress.

- Can you mend it?

- Mend it?

No, no. I'll turn it into something new.

No, please don't.

This was my mother's.

And I'd like to wear it

when I go to the palace.

It's almost like taking her with me.

I understand.

But she wouldn't mind

if I gee it up a bit?

Wouldn't mind a nice blue?

No.

There.

It's beautiful.

She'd love it.

Now, come on. Off you go. Quick!

You'll be late!

I'm very new at this!

Oh, boy.

Stop that blooming coach!

Thank you.

Just a moment!

Are those the best you have?

It's all right. No one will see them.

No, they'll ruin the whole look.

Quick, quick.

Take them off. Really quite hideous.

Let's have something new for a change.

I'm rather good at shoes.

But...

They're made of glass?

Yes.

And you'll find

they're really comfortable.

Ella, you really must go now.

Fairy Godmother?

What is it?

My stepmother and the girls?

Don't worry.

I'll make sure they don't recognize you.

Now, off you go.

For you shall go to the ball.

In you get. So lovely.

Do stop wittering on.

Ella!

I almost forgot.

Remember, the magic

will only last so long.

With the last echo of the last bell,

at the last stroke of midnight,

the spell will be broken

and all will return to what it was before.

Midnight?

Midnight.

That's more than enough time.

- Off you go then.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

Goosey, go!

Goodbye!

Chandeliers, aloft!

Princess Mei Mei of Fujian.

Princess Shahrzad of the Seljuqs.

Your Highness!

Princess Chelina of Zaragosa!

Princess Imani of Shona!

Princess Hiina

of the Chrysanthemum Throne!

Lady Tremaine and her daughters.

The Lady Tremaine and her daughters.

I'm Drisella.

And I'm Anastasia.

- People will want to know.

- I'm the clever one.

I'm very beautiful.

The very clever Miss Drisella,

and the very beautiful Anastasia.

Do come on!

The Lord Veneering.

Who are you looking for?

No one.

It's that girl in the forest, isn't it?

That's why you were so generous

with the invitations.

Father, it was for the people.

I know you love the people, Kit.

But I also know

that your head's been turned.

But you've only met her once,

in the forest.

And you would have me

marry someone I met once, tonight.

A princess.

It's a princess or nothing.

Hold the doors! One more coming in.

May I present Her Royal Highness,

the Princess Chelina of Zaragosa.

You are as handsome as your picture.

And your little kingdom is enchanting.

I hope the princess will not find

our "little kingdom" too confining.

Miss Ella.

Thank you.

I'm frightened, Mr. Lizard.

I'm only a girl, not a princess.

And I'm only a lizard, not a footman.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Your Majesty, Your Royal Highness,

My Lords, ladies and gentlemen,

distinguished visitors

and people of our land,

the prince shall now choose his partner

for the first dance.

Let our ball commence!

Excuse me.

A thousand apologies,

Your Royal Highness.

I don't know what happened.

Mr. Kit.

It's you,

isn't it?

Just so.

Your Highness...

If I may,

that is,

it would give me the greatest pleasure,

if you would do me the honor

of letting me lead you through this...

the first...

Dance?

Yes, dance.

That's it.

They're all looking at you.

Believe me, they're all looking at you.

Who is she?

I have no idea.

Who's that, Mama?

I'm not exactly sure,

but this does not bode well.

That's a lovely dress she's got on.

- And how pretty she is.

- Concentrate!

You must turn the prince's head,

you fools! Now, get out there!

But no one's asked us to dance.

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