Eloise at the Plaza Page #3

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about the prince?

- What prince?

- What prince?

The Prince of Kushin.

Don't you know?

He's coming to the Plaza and

taking me to the debutante ball.

Is that so?

He's tall and handsome...

and wears cuff links

made of small blue stones...

or at least

that's how I imagine him.

You're not going anywhere

until you've had your breakfast.

I'll see what I can find out...

but I know who you should

talk to about the ball.

- Mrs. Daniels.

- Her?

- See you later.

- Don't forget your hump.

- Nanny.

- William.

[Arf arf]

Hello, Weenie.

What you got there?

"The Little Prince."

I love this book.

Is it yours?

No, no, no! Philip the Grump

left it yesterday.

He'll want it back.

I better give him a ring.

Now, you just park your botto

in that chair and eat.

[Ding]

[Gasps] The prince!

Ix-nay on the info-may

about the ince-pray.

I eak-spay ig-pay atin-lay,

oo-tay.

Are those for the prince?

The Prince of Kushin?

Have you ever been to Kushin?

Here's what I hate--

being ignored.

Oh! Oh! What's happening?

Everything's going dark!

I suddenly feel faint.

[Ding]

She's good.

Too good. That was close.

[Clock chimes]

[Ding ding]

- Any messages?

- Let's see. Yes.

The chairman of the Stock

Exchange is wondering...

if you could ring

the closing bell next Tuesday.

I can't.

My ring finger's all worn out.

Please send him my regrets.

Miss Thompson! Mrs. Daniels

wants this invitation...

to the debutante ball

to be given to--

Uh, our special guest.

Would you see

that it's sent to his...

or her room immediately?

Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Salomone!

Good morning, Eloise.

Has the prince arrived yet?

How did you know?

I know absolutely everything.

Eloise, please,

I am begging you...

you must behave today.

Between the ball

and the prince...

we can't afford

for one thing to go wrong.

You worry too much.

What could possibly go wrong?

Eloise...

do you see those stars?

You see, the Plaza

is a five-star hotel...

and I take pride in that.

I live by what

these five stars stand for.

Service, attention to detail...

courtesy, luxury,

and, of course, clean--

[Clicking]

[Laughs]

I'm Eloise. I'm six.

Um, I am...

Leon, and I am nine.

Are you staying

at this hotel, Leon?

Yes, and I'm supposed

to wait for Mr. Salomone--

I never wait for anyone.

I let them wait for me!

Come on, I'll take you

to him--the long way!

Come on.

- Oh!

- So, Leon...

why are you wearing

that perfectly awful coat?

It's my uniform.

I go to boarding school.

They teach you to be bored?

No, I live at the school.

I don't go to school.

School comes to me.

Eloise, where are we going?

Oh, Leon,

we're going to have fun.

Buckets and buckets of fun.

Whoa! Unh!

Oof! Come on!

[Music playing]

Are you looking for something?

Clues about a guest

on the eighth floor.

Clues?

[Buzz] Unh!

[Rattling]

It's amazing what

you can tell about a person...

from their laundry.

See this? A golf shirt.

This man golfs,

but he's not very good.

How do you know?

First of all,

he's rather out of shape...

and if he were good,

he'd be thinner.

And if you're good, you take

vacations near golf courses...

and if you're not very good...

you come to the Plaza and

wear your golf shirt to lunch.

- Who are you looking for?

- I can't tell you.

It's an absolute secret.

But I will tell you this.

He's my date

for the debutante ball.

What's a debutante ball?

Only the most, most, most

fantastic ball...

for girls in New York.

They dance all night and

wear above the elbow gloves.

My mother was a debutante.

She has grace.

She's in Paris now, but

she'll be home in three days.

Wait, Eloise!

We shouldn't be going

through people's laundry.

There are rules!

I can't be a party to this!

A party you're not part of?

What fun is that?

- How about a deal?

- Stop it!

You help me find

my date to the ball...

and I help you!

What--What are you doing?

If you're going to be

my assistant spy...

you'll need

to get rid of that coat.

Spies don't stand out.

They blend.

But someone might take it!

If we're lucky.

WOMAN:
You. follow me!

[Sighs]

These are

the prince's special sheets...

made from a cotton

grown in the Andes.

These is no other linen

as white as this cotton.

The prince must have

perfectly white sheets.

I want you to hand wash,

then hand iron them.

[Buzz]

This is Weenie.

He likes to have his back

scratched with a wire hanger.

And this is Skipperdee.

He likes to eat raisins

and wear sneakers.

I also know a pigeon...

but he's fat and grisly,

so I holler at him. Shoo!

And he flies over

to the Sherry-Netherland.

This is Sabine.

She's from Jamaica.

She's rather unusual.

And this is Saylor.

She's a very sad puss.

She was in the most

terriblest accident...

and she bleeded so hard...

this ambulance came

and took her to the hospital.

They gave her

these terribly dark medicines...

and when she came back,

she was weak, weak, weak!

So I gave her a strawberry leaf

from under my grapefruit...

for not whimpering

and Weenie licked her face!

It was extremely a lot of work.

- What's this for?

- Your disguise, of course.

Obviously

has no experience in spying.

Luckily,

he's working with a pro.

[Music playing]

Eloise?

Oh! I spoke to Philip.

He'll be by shortly

for his book.

I said you'd bring it

to him in the lobby.

And I believe

an apology is in order.

Yes, he was rather rude to me.

No, not Philip. You!

I want you to apologize

for yesterday.

Now, now, now, Eloise,

we are much better than that.

Much, much, much.

What are you wearing?

- Nothing!

- What are you up to?

Nothing! Gotta skitter!

Be sure to wait for him

in the lobby!

I know my date for the ball

is on this floor.

We'll just have

to go through every room.

- You mean, break in?

- Oh, my lord, no!

Everyone will just open

their doors to us.

Screwdriver.

[Thud] Wrench.

- This is wrong!

- Wrench, then screwdriver?

We shouldn't be doing this.

Don't worry.

I'm very good at this.

Besides,

I've never been arrested.

[Clicking]

[Fzzzt]

[Doors opening]

WOMAN:
Ooh! Oh, my!

Now, pretend you're an orphan...

get all limp,

and bend to the side.

It helps to look sort of sad

in-between the arms.

Now, let's find my date.

[Men talking]

- Hmm?

- Nope. Not here.

[Coughing] Next room.

Ohh, what is it,

110 degrees in here?

Now, I'm going to make

a hair appointment for you...

at the hotel salon.

In the meantime,

here's your dress.

Try it on.

All right. Here I go.

Who did you finally

pick to be your date?

Randall Harper.

He's not so bad.

He's awful.

He's boring and cold.

- But he's rich.

- Very, very rich.

And he went to Yale.

I don't care about Yale.

I don't even want to go

to college next year.

I want to travel. Go to

the places I've read about.

Go to Paris, sit in a cafe,

write poetry.

Speak French with the French.

Vive la vie!

Does your mom know all that?

I couldn't tell her.

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