Descendants 2 Page #2

"king."

-And fake fur...

-Uh-huh.

...fake fur

says it all.

Loud and clear.

Amphitheater in five!

Why did the coach make him

captain instead of me?

I'm obviously better.

"King Chad," though.

I do rather like that.

You know who else

would like that?

-Who?

-Audrey.

-She would.

-Chad, let's go.

I'm coming. Yeah.

Oh.

It-- I--

-Come on.

-It's just--

-Not a lot of there there.

-Not a lot of there there.

Someone's obviously

having some trouble

dealing with

his break-up with Audrey.

Yes.

I've been

doing the numbers.

Yeah?

And after we collect

from all the girls

for their gowns

and Chad's cape...

Wow!

No wonder

people work.

What am I gonna do

with all this money?

I think in the next

few years,

you could buy that castle

you always wanted.

That way, you wouldn't

need a prince.

You're right, I don't.

Because I have you.

Hi, Mal.

Hi.

I have a little

surprise for you.

Again? Wow.

That's like

every day now.

Or every other day.

The even dates.

Because you're...

even more perfect

than I thought.

That is me.

I am perfect.

Come on,

let me spoil you.

You didn't have

a lot growing up.

We managed.

Hey, didn't you donate

that to the museum?

Is that

still in there?

Um, I got to get to class.

I really don't want to be late.

- No.

You come this way.

First off...

Ta-da!

-What?!

-You like it?

Ben...

does an ogre

like cheese puffs?

This is amazing!

It's purple.

I didn't get you anything.

You're taking me on a picnic

with all my favorite

foods, remember?

No, that's Thursday.

-It is Thursday.

-No, it's not.

Yes, it is.

-No, it's not.

-It is.

I knew that.

-I mean, if you don't

have it, that's fine.

-No, no, no.

I was fully messing with you.

I knew it was Thursday.

I just have one more thing

to go bake, and then

I am all yours.

Well, what about class?

She multi tasks.

- She dabbles.

- She dabbles.

-You're the best!

-That's me!

All right, boys.

Let's line it up.

- Carlos, you're with me.

Let's go.

Yeah.

Assembler.

Salute.

Lower the point.

Masks down.

En garde.

- Keep your center!

- Whoa!

- Eyes on your opponent!

- Up and over.

Get him, Jay!

Practice.

- Watch out, Jay.

- Nice!

-Jay, what happened?

-Finish him.

It's Lonnie!

Not bad.

You should

put me on the team.

Hey, w-what?!

No, no, no.

We'll-- We'll be the

laughing stock of the league.

A-And what's gonna

happen next? We'll have

girls playing tourney?

-Come on, guys.

-So?

So? Uh, so, have you not

read the rule book?

Section 2,

paragraph 3, 11-4.

"A team will be comprised

of a captain and eight men."

Hmm? Why don't you read

the rule book?

Okay, yeah,

but you're down a man!

I mean, since Ben had to leave

to do all that king stuff.

Exactly.

We're down a man.

Jay...

I'm sorry.

Coach trusts me.

I'm not gonna stay captain if

I just throw out the rule book.

If my mother thought that way,

she would have lost the war.

Okay.

Rule book.

Rule book.

All right, guys.

Practice is over.

Let's go.

Jane!

-Jane, hey. Hey.

-Hey, Carlos, what's up?

Uh...

-Not much. You?

-Way too much.

We were gonna go with the blue

and gold banners for Cotillion,

but now we can't find

the right shade of blue.

Oh, yeah, no, that's a--

that's a bummer.

-Um, speaking of Cotillion--

-I know, right?

-It's all anybody is talking

about. Cotillion 24/7.

-I--

It's like they've never

been to one before.

Uh...I haven't, actually.

Oh.

Lucky. I always end up

serving punch

with my mom anyway.

This year, I got stuck

on the decorating committee

because Audrey went off

to a spa vacation with Flora,

Fauna, and Merryweather.

Jane, maybe we should just--

Skip the whole thing?

I really, really wish I could.

It's so nice to have a friend

who's on the same wavelength.

Oh, you got me.

I got to go.

Great practice,

though.

Yeah.

See ya. Hey, Mom.

It wasn't the right time,

all right?

"How to get out

of the friend zone."

They dined

with Aladdin and Jasmine.

I see you reading

over my shoulder.

Six months ago,

no one thought...

the wrong side

of the bridge would last.

Mal must be counting the days

until the Royal Cotillion,

- when she will officially

become a Lady of the Court.

Whoa.

Easy, girl.

What? You think

this is so easy?!

You don't have people

taking a photo of you

every single time you open

your mouth to say boo!

I mean, it's not that

I could even say, "Boo,"

but, you know what I--

I'm sorry.

Carlos, don't you ever

miss screaming at people

and just making them

run away from you?

You're thinking

of my mother,

and I was usually

on the other end of that.

So, not really. No.

Oh, hey!

Did you bring it?

Hi.

Just came to use

your 3D printer.

Won't be a sec.

How'd you get a key

to my room?

Oh, I printed it off

last time I was in here.

Uh...

you guys

were sleeping.

Look, I just-- Your printer's

so much better than mine,

and you install these hacks

and everything runs so much

smoother than mine and--

Out!

Now.

Fine. Fine.

Chad!

What? Hmm?

Leave the key.

-Mal?

-Hmm?

-My potion?

-Hmm.

Yeah. Um...

So, this thing

will make me say

what I really feel to Jane?

Yeah. I mean,

this is a truth gummie,

so take it

or leave it.

Perfect.

Hold on, though.

Are you sure that you

want to be taking this?

Because this is gonna make you

say the truth all the time,

no matter what,

and the only reason that

I'm asking is because I know

that if I took this right now,

I would get myself

sent back to the Isle.

Which, it's not that

that sounds super unappealing,

-but, you know...

-Yeah.

I'll take my chances,

I guess.

Okay.

Ohh!

Bad dog!

- Man, that thing

was nasty!

And you-- you just

got to man up.

And while you're at it,

scratch my butt.

You heard him.

Scratch his butt.

Mal.

- You're just gonna

leave me with him?

Come on.

You scratch your own

all the time.

Ugh!

Poser.

Traitor!

Hello?

Oh, I would love to wipe

the smiles off their faces.

-You know what I mean?

-Gil!

You want to quit

choking down yolks

and get with the program?

Yeah. What they said.

That little traitor,

who left us in the dirt.

Who turned her back

on evil.

Who said you weren't big

or bad enough to be in her gang.

Back when

we were kids.

Come on,

you guys remember.

She called her Shrimpy,

and the name just kind of...

stuck.

That snooty little witch,

who grabbed

everything she wanted

and left me nothing.

No, she left you

that sandbox,

and then she said that

you could have the shrimp--

I need you to stop talking.

Look, we have

her turf now.

They can stay

in Bore-adon.

Harry, that's her turf now!

And I want it, too.

We should not

be getting her leftovers.

Son of Hook,

son of Gaston,

and me, most of all,

daughter of Ursula!

What's my name?

Uma!

What's my name?

Mm. Uma?

What's my name?

What's my name?

Uma!

This is all hands on deck

Calling out

to lost boys and girls

I'm gettin' tired

of the disrespect

We won't stop

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