Ella Enchanted Page #3

Like a crystal ball or a magic mirror.

Everything is so huge.

Is that a wedding registry?

Duh! They're in Giantville.

Look, she's going

to a wedding in Giantville.

- Benny, we're going to Giantville.

- How exciting.

Ella, the girls and I need bouquets

for our portrait sitting tomorrow.

Go and pick some.

Oh, my God!

So, as her stepfamily scratched

their newly found itches,

Ella was off, glad to be rid of the... witches.

Benny, can you show me a map

of the Forest of Pim?

Of course.

Whoa.

According to this map,

if we head due east towards Monster Rock,

we can cut half a day off our journey.

- What was that?

- Probably something that wants to eat us.

Ouch!

Somebody help me!

- Wait a minute.

- Sing soprano, little man!

Missed!

What do you think

you're doing to that poor elf?

Oh.

Who's this who thinks she's so tough?

Look, I think it's only fair to warn you that

I'm practiced in the ancient art... of origami.

Paper folding?

I was hoping

you wouldn't know what that was.

Don't let him scare you, sweetheart!

Kick his butt!

Don't let her do that.

Now rabbit punch.

Combo. Kneel. Front-step kick.

Dragon-roundhouse kick.

This chick is nuts!

Let's get outta here.

I think I'm gonna puke.

Let me help you with that.

I am gonna need

so much therapy after this.

Oh!

- Are you OK?

- No, I am not OK!

I think I broke something,

or dislocated it, or...

No, just a crick. Slannen of Pim.

Ella of Frell. Nice to meet you.

Well, if you're OK,

then I have to be going, but good luck.

You're going? You can't walk in this wood

on your own. How about a bite to eat?

That's very sweet,

but I'm on a tight schedule.

Fine. Message received,

Miss "l Think I'm All That".

- That's not what I meant at all.

- I extend the hand of friendship...

- I am on a tight schedule. Were I not...

- Everybody's busy...

- ...I would love to have dinner with you.

- Great! I've got a coupon.

Slannen.

If this is where you live,

why are we sneaking around?

If they spot you, you'll be sorry.

You know how all elves

are forced to sing and dance?

Yeah. So?

Visitors!

- Places, everyone.

- One, two, three, four!

Run for it!

Where are we going?

I said get lost!

Leave us alone!

Peace and quiet at last.

Hit the road.

Get outta here!

I need this.

What is this, anyway? Ella's secret diary.

Yes. Why don't you like music?

That's right. Because elves are supposed

to be so happy and joyful all the time.

Singing and dancing for the man.

I don't wanna be an entertainer.

I wanna be a...

- What?

- Nothing.

- What were you gonna say?

- It's silly.

Please tell me.

I wanna be a lawyer.

- I guess in small-claims court.

- What is that?

Nothing.

- Why can't you be a lawyer?

- Hello?

Elf.

I forgot. The elfin restrictions

Sir Edgar passed.

No elf shall be engaged in any occupation

other than singing, juggling

and/or tomfoolery.

They're never gonna let me

go to law school.

I'm never gonna get my day in court,

never gonna stand

in front of the judge and say

"You're out of order!

Permission to approach the bench?"

- "l object!"

- No, I object.

- I heard it there. It's coming from the book.

- No, it's not.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it's not.

Great. I knew it. A talking book.

Good. Because for a minute there,

I thought I was going crazy.

- What are you doing with Ella's things?

- Just a little tidying up.

- What's that?

- What? Nothing. It's personal.

A letter for Ella?

The prince's coronation ball.

He's invited that insolent little snip?

Girls, go and dust off your ball gowns

and pack your bags.

I think I may have found you

another chance at your future husband.

Yes!

So you can really show me anything

anywhere in the kingdom?

You're kind of like a walking, talking

encyclopedia, except for the walking part.

- Come on.

- What?

What's going on?

Edgar's soldiers rounding up elfin singers

to perform at the coronation.

Get in. And you.

Slannen, you've gotta go to Lamia

and petition the prince.

- For what?

- To go to law school. You gotta stop this.

You want me to go

to Lamia on my own?

We're going to Giantville.

It's on the way. Come with us.

The prince will never grant an audience

with an elf. They think we're a joke.

I have met Prince Charmont, and I think

he might be different than his uncle.

- Why? Cos he's a hunk?

- No.

- What is he, about six foot?

- About.

Yeah, I hate the guy already.

I'm not wasting my time.

Lacking courage as well as height.

Count me in.

Elves aren't that short, you know.

That's just a myth created by that stupid

"Elves and the Shoemaker" story.

- Do I look small enough to fit in a shoe?

- No.

Stinking Grimm Brothers.

Are you sure he knows where he's going?

Hey, I'm right here. Just cos I'm a book

doesn't mean I don't have ears.

Boys, if you can't play nice,

you can't play together.

Oh, no. The rustling always comes

before the screaming and the running.

I knew this was gonna happen.

They'll just find pieces of us

scattered across the forest floor.

Oh, a bunny. You know, the last known

case of a bunny attack was, well, never.

It never hurts to be on your guard.

Nobody panic, nobody panic.

I've got this in hand.

Oi!

You! Thumper!

Out of the forest or no more carrots for you.

I don't like carrots.

How do you feel about rabbits,

cos one just went thataway.

I am the ogre, Nish.

How do you like to be eaten?

Baked, boiled, shish-kebabbed?

How about free range?

Stop! No!

Ella of Frell. Hi, how are you doing?

I think there's been a big mistake here.

See, I'm pro-ogre.

Pro-ogre?

Absolutely. I led a rally on your behalf

the other day. Maybe you heard about it.

It'll only hurt for a moment, I promise.

I'm a fast eater.

Slannen, Slannen!

Please, I want to help.

Help? From a human?

Humans took everything from us.

I was an ogre of leisure, with a simple life.

- Next thing you know...

- Now, not this again.

Nish, hurry up. I'm starving.

Right, you, into the pot.

Forget that.

- Who are you?

- I am the ogre, Nish.

We just did this. Didn't we just do this?

All right, that's enough fun and games.

Now, keep your mouth shut

and don't move.

Is it boiling yet?

It's not gonna boil

if you stand there looking at it.

You couldn't show a picture

of a big ogre heading our way?

- That would have been helpful.

- Oh! Oh!

I think I see bubbles.

Let her go!

Untie yourself.

Truce! Truce!

Can't we just get along?

Are you one of the monsters

who killed my father?

King Florian was a good man.

We lived in peace during his reign.

Why would we kill him?

I'll spare your lives

where you didn't spare his.

You take your friends

and find breakfast elsewhere.

We'll pick up something else on the way.

Anyway, you eat maiden,

an hour later you're hungry again.

What are you doing here,

with an elf for protection?

Do you get a kick

out of near-death experiences?

No. I was fine. I had things well in hand.

I could see that, as you were dangling

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