Cinderella II: Dreams Come True

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Come on, Gus-Gus. Faster!

What's the hurry, Jaq-Jaq? | What's the hurry?

Fairy Godmother's here. She's gonna | read us the Cinderelly story.

Shh. Pom Pom.

Come on, Gus!

" Cinderella and the prince | lived happily ever after.

The end. "

- We missed it? | - Mm-hmm.

- Maybe you could read another one. | - Oh, I'm sorry, Gus...

but that's the only | Cinderella book there is.

Yeah, Gus-Gus. You heard her. | " The end. " That's all.

Uh, maybe we | could make another book.

- We can tell the stories. | - And make the drawings!

- Yeah! Yeah! | - Yeah! Yeah! | - Oh, what an excellent idea.

No, no, wait a minute. | Who'd wanna read a book made by mice?

Cinderella would read it.

And if you made it, | I know that she'd love it.

But we don't know | how to make a book.

Oh, don't worry, dear. | I think I can help.

Salagadoola menchihka boola | Bibbidi bobbidi boo

Put 'em together and what have you got | Bibbidi bobbidi boo

Now, what do we need | A pencil, indeed

- And crayons | - And glitter | - And glue

- We'll sew up the book | with a thread and a hook | - Bibbidi bobbidi boo

Oh, very nice. Well done, little mice. | But something is missing it's true.

Oh, look there. | The pages are bare.

- We need a story from you. | - Who, us?

No, no, we don't know | any good stories.

Wait, wait! | How's about " First Day In Castle "?

Oh, yeah. | That is a good one.

I'd love to hear all about it.

It was right after Cinderelly | and the prince got married.

Mice-mice move to the big castle.

We had it all to ourselves, and we | were having the time of our lives.

Cinderelly's back!

- Oh, dear, they're back! | - They're back!

- They're back! | - They're back!

- We're back! | - Welcome home.

I still can't believe | I'm going to live in a castle.

Are you sure | this isn't just a dream?

You're a princess now.

Princess Cinderella.

She won't even know the first thing | about being a princess.

She just got back from her honeymoon.

It's going to be your duty | to prepare the girl.

Your Majesty, I am honoured.

Not you, ninny. Prudence!

Of course not you. He wants | the job done right the first time.

The royal banquet will be | Cinderella's responsibility now.

The royal banquet?

You'll teach her everything | she needs to know.

But, Sire, she won't know anything | about planning a royal banquet.

I don't know anything about | planning a royal banquet.

Oh, well. At least I can | stay past midnight.

Perfect! | And I'll be right by your side.

I have to go? | Now?

Father, I can't just | abandon my princess!

Not with the royal banquet | only two days away.

Nonsense! We have important | matters of state to attend to.

Important matters of state!

Eh, Father--

She hasn't had time to prepare.

She's never been a princess before.

I dare say, Majesty, | you do like your banquets just so, eh?

- It's a great deal to ask | of the poor girl. | - Nonsense!

Your Majesty, I can take care | of the preparations as I always do.

Just show her what to do!

We have a princess now. | It's her duty to plan the banquet.

And the king's duty to endure it.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Now off we go!

- Thank you. | - I'm sorry I have to rush off.

Don't worry. I'll be fine.

I know you're gonna surprise us | with an incredible feast.

I just hope you're not | too surprised.

- Cinderelly! | - Cinderelly! | - Cinderelly!

Jaq! Gus! Mary! | Hello, old friends.

Bruno!

Look-look. Big chair | for Princess Cinderelly!

Oh, my.

Big castle too.

Don't worry, Cinderelly. | Us mice here to help.

Why, thank you, Jaq. We've got | a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

Um, this way, fellas.

Good morning, Your Highness.

Your Highness!

Ready for breakfast? | How does a cheese omelette sound?

The princess is missing!

You! You, girl! | Have you seen the princess?

Good morning, Prudence.

Oh, I thought you-- | But those awful clothes!

Well, I-- I didn't recognize you, | Your Highness.

Allow me to introduce | your ladies in waiting.

- Beatrice and Daphne. | - Pleased to meet you.

You're just in time for breakfast.

Breakfast? Ooh, with toast and jam?

Your Highness, a princess | never prepares her own meals.

That is not how things are done.

There are rules about breakfast?

Of course there are rules, | Your Highness.

But it's certainly not your fault...

that you don't know | the traditions of the castle.

That's what the king | expects me to teach you.

I'm sure I can learn it in no time.

Mm-hmm. Come along. | There's no time to dally.

Just do as I say, | and everything will be fine.

The king would be horrified...

to find the hostess of the royal banquet | dressed like a scullery maid!

A princess must be attired | like royalty.

Do I have to wear this all the time?

Oh, of course not, Your Highness.

You'll need something | much more formal for dinner.

Couldn't I just wear | one of my own dresses?

Very amusing, Your Highness...

but it simply isn't done.

It's such a beautiful day. | Why don't we open the curtains?

No, no, no! | These curtains are never opened.

And certainly not | by a princess.

It most definitely isn't done.

Dukes and viscounts | sit nearest the king...

unless there is a marquis present.

Wouldn't it be nice if people | could just sit wherever they like?

No. You must never seat a duke...

above a marquis or below a baron.

Which colour is correct, | Your Highness?

Cream or ecru?

Um, e-e-ecru?

Goodness, no. Cream.

But there isn't any difference.

Oh, my. So much to learn.

So little time.

At the banquet, as always...

the royal menu shall consist | of the rarest roast beef...

French onion soup, tarragon mashed | potatoes, freshly baked baguettes...

the finest truffles in the kingdom | and, for dessert...

Norwegian stewed prunes.

Prunes? | For dessert?

The king expects it. | It is a tradition that is never broken.

Besides, I like them.

Your Highness shall pause here | to greet her noble guests.

Remember. Curtsy to royalty, | wave to nobility.

I know I can do this right.

- Cinderella! | - Cinderella! Hi!

My friends! Hello! Hello!

How nice to see you. | Wait just a minute.

- Open the gate! | - No, no, no!

These gates are only opened | for royal visitors.

You must remember the rules.

Commoners are never | allowed in the palace.

It simply isn't done.

Bye-bye!

At the very least, one must learn | to dance with poise and grace.

I'm trying. | I-I-I just need more practise.

It must be perfect. | It is the king's favourite dance.

No, no, no, Your Highness. | It must be slower and more formal.

Your Highness, eggshell or bone?

- Eggshell? | - Bone.

Now, who sits next to the count?

- The duke? | - The marquis.

- Gold or silver? | - For what?

- Baron or viscount? | - Who?

- Pekoe or Darjeeling? | - I don't know!

- Braised or broiled? | - Fish or fowl? | - Stand or sit?

- Mind the music! | - Hair up or down? | - Left or right?

- One or two? | - Watch the chair! | - Your Highness!

Your Highness, the dance | is best performed on one's feet.

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