Cinderella Page #2

It was a hot and long

journey, I thirst,

I stop for a pot of water.

(splashing)

For you, sir.

Invitations from his royal

highness the prince,

inviting your daughters

to the great ball

in honor of his birthday.

(playful instrumental music)

The prince is born.

The prince is born,

my little birds.

(screaming)

Oh, we broke the balls, eh, now.

(groans)

[Drucella] (moans)

You're so gorgeous,

you drive me insane.

And you, my lovely, I could

eat you up, you're so scrummy.

I must come closer.

Closer, yes.

Closer.

[Stepsisters] Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Closer.

Ooh.

Yes.

It's true.

(growls)

Could I do it to you.

Sweet, sexy and seductive are we

Hot honeys of the highest degree

Live, luscious

ladies lying in wait

We're so fine that it

must have been fate!

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Where could you find

two sensuous sisters

It's evident no

man could resist us

Right from the very

moment he kissed us

That the fool is

a prisoner of love

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

When we're done with him,

that man's not the same

But each one of them

is glad that he came

Yeah, even though

we talk a good game

It's been years

since we had us a man

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

Do it, do it, do it to me

Do it, do it, do it now

(whirring)

(playful instrumental music)

(gasps) The Lord Chamberlain.

My lord.

Fetch your father.

My business is with him.

He's out chopping wood.

For the hearth, my lord.

Hearth.

Hearth, my lord.

Very well.

(screaming)

(thuds)

(laughing)

(gasps)

(solemn instrumental music)

(thuds)

Some wine, my lord?

Yes.

And fetch me an apple.

(groans)

Anything wrong, my lord?

No.

Have you binding?

(crying)

Isn't he paying

taxes, is that it?

Oh please, please

don't harm my father.

He's a good man.

And our mother died,

he's all we've got.

At least kill us when

our father is done.

(crying)

Please, oh please,

please my lord, I'll,

I'll do anything, spare my father.

We'll do anything.

(crying)

For our father.

(acoustic music)

(moaning)

I shan't wait for

your father any longer.

When he returns, give him these.

What are they?

Read them.

(thuds)

His royal highness the

prince has the honor to invite

your daughter to the

great ball he is giving

on the 13th day before.

Why that pompous.

Poop.

(playful instrumental music)

Whoa, Glump, whoa.

(neighing)

Hey, Glump, you're the

best trained horse

in the kingdom.

(knocks)

Oh, Lord Chamberlain.

What a pleasant surprise.

(bangs)

(laughing)

(groans)

(laughing)

(groans)

I think not, madame.

Oh, do, do, do come in.

(laughing)

Do, do come in.

(laughing)

My god, three flew

over the cuckoos nest.

With your kind permission,

madame, may I present

these invitations

to your daughters.

And pretty girl, what

might your name be?

My name is Cinderella.

She deaf. (Moans)

We cannot wait, my Lord, we

cannot thank you enough.

This would be the biggest

ball of them all. (Laughing)

You have no idea.

(laughing) Do, do, do.

(cracking)

Tell us.

(trumpeting)

His majesty, the king

Is going to do his thing

He's going to have a royal ball

His highness sincerely begs us to

Invite the social register

Only if they'll

come one, come all

Her majesty, the queen

Will really dig this scene

She's anxious for a royal ball

It's been so many months, you see

It happened only once, you see

She wants it to

be large, not small

The kingdom will be festive

With wine flowing everywhere

And feasting all around

There'll be many a buxom maiden

And many a handsome lad

And frolicking will abound

His majesty, the prince

This part of it makes me wince

Will announce in

front of one and all

He's looking for

someone great to be

His future mate, you see

In simpler words, the royal ball

(clacking)

(gasps) I'm gonna wear

my gigantic steeple hat

with the big wings.

And I'm gonna wear my ruby

breast flattering. (Laughing)

I'm gonna wear my blue and gold.

Glump.

What should I wear?

(playful instrumental music)

Yes, Cinderella does

need something to wear

to the ball.

But first, of course,

she must be washed.

Glump.

Oh look.

Here's some soap.

[Marbella] That's

not soap, that's.

Yes.

Lovely fragrant bath powder.

Berry juice for her lips.

Ooh, coming along nicely.

[Drucella] Now jewels for tiara.

Oh sh*t.

Cinderella, it's gorgeous.

Stunning.

It's you.

It's really you.

Cinderella, will you stop

wasting your sisters' time.

They must get ready for the ball.

You should be helping them,

not distracting them.

Ungrateful child.

Glump.

B*tch leg, I promise you

I won't sing anymore.

Give me that.

It's getting cold in here.

[Drucella] We should have

been Charlie's Angels.

[Stepmother] Cinderella,

we're off to the ball.

But please do wait for us.

(laughing)

(gentle instrumental music)

(swooshing)

(suspenseful music)

(popping)

[Man] Thief, he robbed

the old (mumbling).

[Man] Thief, thief, thief.

He robbed my sister, thief, thief.

(screaming)

Thief, over there, over there.

Stop, get him.

Thief.

[Man] Thief, thief, thief.

[Man] He robbed my grandmother.

Thief.

Police, police, thief.

[Cinderella] Who are you?

Who am I?

Who are you?

Well, I'm Cinderella.

Oh, if you're Cinderella,

I'm your fairy godmother.

You're my fairy godmother?

[Godmother] Sure am.

But where's your wings?

Wings?

Oh, my wings were clipped

a long time ago.

Oh.

But isn't a fairy godmother

supposed to be a woman?

Child that didn't even

know what fairy means.

Well a fairy can go

both ways, mama.

Oh, well I'm glad to

see you, of course,

but you're not at all like

they described you to me.

When I was little, I mean.

I was told that my fairy

godmother was, well,

fair skinned.

Well, you know my

sweet, of fairies,

we follow the seasons.

I just came from a long

vacation in an island

and in the sun all day long.

That's why I'm a little

on the dark side.

You know what I mean?

But let's talk about you.

How's my little godchild doing?

Not very well, fairy godmother.

You've been crying.

What's the matter, huh?

My stepmother and

stepsisters have been very

mean to me lately.

Tonight's the great ball

at the palace and...

I know.

The Lord Chamberlain

invited me himself,

but my stepmother threw it

in the fire and it burned.

That's stepmother of

yours, she's a real mother.

No, she's my stepmother.

You see, my father

remarried before he died...

No no no no no no, cool it mama.

(laughing)

Lay your story on me.

Why won't they let you

go to the ball, huh?

I am too dirty and ugly.

Well, why, I meant you do

have a little crud on you.

Yes sir.

But I know, that's enough bad.

Well, here.

Oh, thank you.

Besides, I couldn't go

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