Ella Enchanted Page #5

- Olga.

- Peter, what are you doing here?

I'm in town on business and heard

you were here. I came to see Ella.

- Is Ella here?

- Of course. Where else would she be?

She's... she's... with Hattie and Olive,

taking a tour of the castle.

Next we move into the castle lobby.

I can't believe it.

Prince Char walked on this actual floor!

Ladies, ladies, ladies!

Stop tonguing the foyer.

Show us where Char showers.

I bet he showers naked!

- Hold it, pipsqueak.

- I'm with the prince. And I'm not that short.

- Are you singing at the coronation?

- Heck, no.

No elves in the palace

unless they're performing.

Discrimination. Intentional infliction of...

Whoa!

..bodily harm.

These portraits

were recently commissioned

in honor of tomorrow's coronation.

Right, follow me.

What are they doing here?

I don't mean to rush, but now I really need

to find my godmother, and Slannen, too.

- Where is he?

- My uncle'll send the guards to find him.

Everything's gonna be fine.

Don't forget, you are with the future king.

- Char.

- Hello, Uncle.

I've been looking all over for you.

And who might

this charming young lady be?

This is Ella. Ella of Frell.

Ella, this is my Uncle Edgar.

And this is his... Heston.

Hey.

So, I trust your journey was pleasant?

We had a little run-in with some ogres,

but Char got the best of them.

You could have been killed.

Ah, well. One just has to grin and bear it,

I always say. Grin and bear it.

So, Char, might I trouble you

for a moment?

The crown maker needs to see you

in your chambers for a fitting.

Sure. I just have to take Ella to the...

to the hall of records.

Yes, well, hop to it, then, both of you.

You were right about that girl. Very odd.

And I'm afraid she's been

filling our prince's head

with dangerous new thoughts.

Here's the latest census. Names are listed

first by location then species.

- Good luck.

- Thank you.

Sorry I couldn't be of more help,

but I don't have a census.

I mean, look at the size of that thing.

I do have a restaurant guide.

Lucinda, I hope you're in here.

Ella has lots of interesting opinions about

the kingdom, Uncle. You should hear them.

I can't wait.

The giants' working conditions,

for instance. They're unbelievable.

Luckily, I've talked to them

and they're definitely open for negotiation.

The only negotiations between me and the

giants will be over our vegetable deliveries.

Good one, sire.

This isn't a joke, Uncle Edgar.

We'll talk about it

after your coronation, yes?

Fine, but we will talk.

Of course.

I... I'm going to ask her to marry me.

Who? This... this Ella of Frell?

Yes. Tonight, at the ball.

At the same time and in the same place

as my father proposed to my mother.

- Get off! Do you know who I am?

- Come with me.

- What now?

- Get off! Get off me!

So, Ella of Frell is your sister.

- Stepsister, actually.

- Really?

T ell me, what do you know about her?

What's in it for me?

How about that your eyeballs

remain inside your head?

Now, now, Heston.

We like these girls. They're our friends.

I can't find anything in any of these books.

Benny, show me Lucinda.

No, still sacked out.

I don't know where else to...

Dun Flyin Retirement Community

for Faeries?

Why don't we just cut to the chase, hm?

I might even be willing

to throw Prince Char into the deal.

Let's see, now. After the coronation

he'll need to take a queen,

and shall we say... his hand in marriage?

Queen Olive.

For the eldest daughter, of course.

Ella does everything she's told.

I don't know why, but she does.

She can't help it.

Lucinda Perriweather,

Dun Flyin Retirement Community

for Faeries, Lamia Heights.

Benny! Benny, we got her.

Hello, Ella.

I hope you've found everything

to your satisfaction?

- Yes, thank you.

- Good, good.

Oh, dear. How clumsy of me. Pick it up.

Very good.

Now touch your toes.

Oh, no.

Oh, yes. And while you're about it,

why don't you pat your head

and rub your tummy at the same time?

Now jump up and down.

- Please stop.

- Wait.

Perhaps you know this one.

This is fabulous!

Hate to be a party pooper,

but, Edgar, evil plans, remember?

Yes, you're right. OK, stop.

As you know, tonight is the coronation ball.

At some point,

amidst your frolicking and romancing,

Prince Char will sweep you away

to the hall of mirrors.

Then, just before midnight,

he will take you by the hand

and ask you a question.

How do you know all this?

We know everything, my dear.

And the one thing we know

with most certainty

is that at the stroke of midnight

you will take this dagger

and plunge it

through his heart and kill him.

No! No, I won't!

Oh, yes, you will.

You will, because I order you to.

Actually, it's lucky you're here,

so I won't have to do it myself.

You'd kill your own nephew?

Why not? I killed my own brother.

What? Why?

- I want to be king.

- Duh!

Now go.

Wait.

There's one more thing.

You will tell no one of this plan.

- Can I help you?

- I'm looking for Lucinda Perriweather.

- It's kind of urgent.

- Sorry. She was kicked out last week.

- Do you know where I could find her?

- Nope.

You don't understand. If I don't find her,

something terrible's going to happen.

Finding her would be something terrible.

Dear Char.

This is the hardest thing I've ever

had to do, and I hope you'll understand.

We can't be together.

I can't tell you why.

Please believe

that this is the only solution.

I wish you the best.

I really do believe

you're going to be a great king.

Goodbye for ever. Ella.

Now, if she stayed clear

of the prince until midnight had passed,

then Char would be safe.

But how long could that last?

Slannen, where have you been?

What are you doing? Never mind.

This may sound strange,

but there's something I need you to do.

You are one freaky chick.

I need you to go back into the forest and

rally all the elves and giants you can find.

- You want me to go back in there?

- You'll need all the help you can get.

Someone has to get into the castle, find

Benny and keep Char away from Edgar.

- Why? What's going on?

- I already told you, I can't tell you.

But if you don't,

you might very well be stuck

singing "Kumbaya" the rest of your life.

Fine! Into the forest of certain death

walks Slannen.

- Thank you.

- Yeah, whatever.

Where's your little friend?

Yes. She should be here by now.

I don't want to talk about her.

Agh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Slannen, please hurry.

Would you stop that?

When you steal from here,

you are stealing from me now.

- What do you mean?

- This is my future home, isn't it?

Oh.

Hi. I was just polishing...

Would you... would you care to dance?

Are you kidding?

That's all she ever talks about.

You wanted to look younger.

If you spent less time on your face

and more on your maternal duties,

we'd know where Ella was right now.

Ouch!

Whoa!

What the...?

This isn't the salad bar at Brelly's.

Lucinda. Lucinda! Lucinda!

Oh, my goodness. Do I know you, child?

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