Le tableau

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Welcome...

You are now inside of the painting.

It may look like time has stopped,

but that's not true.

Everyone's just holding their

breath in anticipation!

Do you see that castle over there,

through the branches?

That's where you'll

find the Alldunns.

They think they live in Paradise.

And below them, in the shadows,

down by the foot of the blue tree...

are Ramo and Claire.

Can you see them?

They're in love.

But they have to meet in secret,

because Ramo is an Alldunn,

and my friend Claire is a "Halfie. "

Like me!

Claire asked me to wait for her,

and that was an hour ago.

Now my foot's asleep!

I almost forgot.

There's also the "Sketchies. "

Poor things.

I imagine their lives

must be difficult.

So, in the end they all

look out for themselves.

Sorry, gotta go!

I also have a part

to play in this story...

- Can you see it?

- This way!

Hurry, it's getting away!

Over there! It's headed

toward the lake!

There he is!

Little sneak! Got away!

We're never gonna

find it in the forest!

Leave it.

Who cares about a Sketchie?

Did they catch it?

No! Look, they've come

back empty-handed!

They are hard to see, after all.

Sketchies! They're nothing

but failed scratches!

- Mistakes, really.

- They should be tossed in the trash.

Indeed.

How the Painter left such disgusting

things around is beyond me.

They were his first drawings.

Research, if you will...

They're repugnant.

He should have erased them!

I just don't want them

near the castle.

Yes, but our youngsters need

something to chase!

Quill, will you look at that!

I've never seen

anything so beautiful!

Lower your voice!

Do you want to get caught?

We shouldn't be here.

Look, the stairs!

They're way over there!

That color suits you beautifully, my dear.

You're rather fetching, yourself.

Look, over there!

It's a Halfie!

Has she no self-respect?

I highly doubt she'll

be allowed up here!

Please...

I'm not so different.

I'm practically done!

Give it a rest! Get out of here!

You must completely painted

in order to be an Alldunn!

- I know, but...

- Now begone!

Really. How long will it take them to learn

that they are not allowed in the castle?

And the garden is

quite large, is it not?

They have all the

space they need.

There's only one way to

make them understand.

And I hope it happens tonight.

Do you hear them?

They're so hateful.

How far will they go?

I'm scared.

I won't let them hurt you.

I'm not scared for me.

I'm scared for us.

All day I wait for night,

but at night we have to

hide in the shadows!

- I can hardly see your face.

- I can see yours, Claire.

What does it look like?

Tell me.

It's beautiful, yet simple.

Your eyes are perfect blue ovals,

like pools of water.

Your cheeks are golden,

like the sun, and your lips...

are the color of that flower...

pink, with a touch of crimson.

- They have color?

- Of course!

Oh, Ramo, hold me tight!

Now tell me more lies.

Tell me that one day

we can be together.

But they're not lies, Claire.

The Painter is going to come back.

And if he doesn't,

I'll go the ends of the Earth

to find him.

He'll finish the painting.

- Claire, we have to go!

- Lola's right, you can't stay.

I'll meet you by the lake,

later tonight.

Please come with us!

I can't. I have to get

back for the speech.

Besides,

the Halfies don't like me.

- Claire!

- Go with Lola.

I love you.

- There he is!

- He's about to speak!

My dear friends,

my brothers and sisters!

You have chosen me to represent

and protect your interests.

And so it falls on me,

to say the difficult truths...

though it's what everyone's

been thinking!

The Painter is not

going to come back!

At last, someone with the

courage to speak the truth.

We must come to terms with this.

This is his decision!

Which means that we

are his chosen creations.

You see, we are his only complete

and perfect works of art...

the culmination of his vision!

Which means that he has chosen us to

rule over and bring order to his kingdom!

He's right!

We must rule over the Halfies!

I'm so glad to hear it.

We shouldn't even have

to look at them!

Finally, some honesty

around here...

I completely agree...

After all, there's only so

much room in our castle.

There's no way we can be expected to

share it with those who are inferior.

- Let them live out there in

the gardens... - Or the forest.

- In the forest?

- Why not?

It's a logical decision!

Who could fault us for doing it?

Me!

Who is that?

That's Ramo.

You know, the one who's

with that Halfie girl...

What makes you think the

Alldunns are actually superior?

I think it's fairly obvious, don't you?

The Painter chose to complete us.

And how would you

know what he thinks?

Are you speaking to him?

Listen to me! We have no idea

why the Painter disappeared.

No one here does!

There's still a chance

that he'll come back,

and when he does,

he'll finish the Painting!

He's not coming back!

He's just a child!

What does he know?

You're proud of your appearances,

I understand that,

but your words are fueled

by shame, and hate!

We should blot out from

our minds our differences,

and focus on how we

are the same!

- Don't paint us in such a bad light.

- Very shady!

- What's good about a Sketchie?

- I'm drawing a blank!

Alright! Enough, my friends!

Our Ramo is just trying to

justify his love affair.

An affair with a Halfie!

It's understandable,

since you're so young.

But just because we understand it,

doesn't mean we accept it!

The days of blissful idealism

are over, young man!

Equality and liberty,

sharing the castle with all!

If we let in Halfies, why not

Sketchies and animals?

Where does it end?

Let go of me!

Don't listen to him!

All he's interested in is power!

The Painter will be back!

Oh yes, he'll be back.

Why should we think otherwise?

Believe me when I tell you this,

there is no shame in

being superior, my friends.

Are we not the most beautiful?

Yes, my pretty little things,

for you are the light that

illuminates this castle!

- Long live the Great Chandelier!

- Well said!

A Sketchie!

Get it!

Stop it! What is wrong with you?

That boy may prove to be dangerous,

Mr. Graymorgan.

He can be taken care of,

Great Chandelier.

Can you hear that?

Sounds like trouble.

They're getting each other

more and more worked up.

The savages...

Who do they think they are?

You should have seen the

way they treated me!

Why do you try to be like them?

Because it isn't fair.

I want to dance, too!

From the way that it sounds,

there isn't going to be

anymore dancing tonight.

Do you know what he

said to me tonight?

That my mouth was pink and rosy!

It was so sweet!

I almost believed him.

You're lucky. He loves you...

Why bother making up stories?

Because stories are beautiful!

Life is so dreary here.

We just have to keep quiet,

like they want.

It's the Sketchies they're after.

Those things are everywhere.

You can hardly see them.

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