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should say to him?

Ramo thinks he hasn't finished

painting us yet.

I would ask him why

he painted a battle.

I would have painted the sea!

I have always wanted

to visit the sea.

And you?

What would you ask him?

Me? I don't know.

There are so many things

I've yet to understand!

Like, what makes us happy sometimes

and what makes us sad...

Claire.

- What's wrong with him?

- He's in love.

Will the Painter help him

with that, too?

She's alive!

Great Chandelier, Sir,

I had her followed.

She always comes out

of the forest smiling.

I think Ramo must still be alive.

I guess the Death Flowers didn't

like the taste of the boy.

That's odd...

I wonder...

Do you think something

is protecting them?

Why, love is their protection.

Love?

Indeed, it's love!

Now then, I think we

have a cure for that...

Whatever you desire shall be done,

Great Chandelier.

Look how tiny they are!

Who's there?

Did you hear that?

- No...

- I heard something.

It came from there,

behind the sheet.

Hello!

Hello, Madam!

Madam!

Please, call me Florence.

And who are you?

You tell her, Lola.

Okay. Well, urn, we came here

to look for the Painter!

We want to know if he's ever going

to come back and finish our painting.

It's strange that he left you!

I thought he always finished his work,

down to the very last detail.

Take my dress, for example.

But... you're completely nude.

Oh, of course.

What was I thinking?

Who's there?

Looks like we've

woken up Harlequin!

Hi there!

Did you come to play with me?

Actually, we're looking

for the Painter.

And you know not where he is,

nor where he isn't.

If he's small, or if he's tall.

And if you meet him,

would you greet him?

For how would you know

if it was him at all?

And how about you, young man?

Would you know?

I'm no young man.

Call me Harlequin, you can.

And where the Painter be,

you shall see!

He's on the easel.

He's right here.

- Is that him?

- The Painter!

Him? The Painter?

Unfortunately, no.

Just a self-portrait.

Well done!

Now everyone's awake.

I was quite enjoying my solitude.

My friends and I are just

looking for the Painter.

Sorry if we disturbed you.

What did he do, abandon you?

I'm not surprised.

He always leaves

behind his creations!

Even those he claims

to love the most.

What makes you think the

Painter wants to see you?

- Why would you say that?

- We didn't mean to make you angry.

I'm always angry! I cannot

act any other way.

I cannot act any other way.

So don't expect me to

be nice to you.

Because it's impossible!

True, true, always blue!

No. When he drew me,

he was in a good mood.

I remember it well.

Those were better times.

And then suddenly things changed...

He became bitter and sullen.

You can thank our

friend here for that!

Look at her!

The Madam is still quite smitten.

It's true. You should hear her

go on and on about him!

- Oh, come now. You're just jealous!

- There they go, filled with woe.

- Always arguing, don't you know?

- Waiting in vain for his return!

Just you wait. Bitter old man!

But where is he?

Where can we find him?

I hate him!

Which means that I must

also hate myself.

Do you have any idea how difficult it is

to have feelings that are not your own?

I'd just like to be myself, for once.

Is that too much to ask?

Lola, you're rather

attractive yourself!

He must have liked you.

Uh... I don't...

Oh, don't be shy.

Here. Come closer.

I want to tell you a story.

Once upon a time, he liked me, too.

Even loved me.

Oh, he never said it

but I knew.

Once, he even dipped his

brush in his coffee

and drank from his turpentine.

He was so distracted!

His brush was so soft.

His eyes were so gentle!

First, he'd outline my shape,

then he'd choose the color

of my eyes,

and my skin, my hair,

paying attention to every

detail of my body.

He gave me lacy underwear,

and, finally, a beautiful dress.

The Painter had style,

that's for sure!

So then what happened

to your dress?

I thought I was done,

that his work was complete,

but one day, he picked up

his brushes again

he came to me and removed all

my clothes, one piece at a time!

Oh my goodness!

Did you say anything?

Actually, I found it quite enjoyable.

Well I think you look

beautiful like this!

And he did as well!

So what happened to him?

Do you have any idea where he could be?

He might have gone

back to Venice.

He always loved Venice.

- Uh... is Venice another woman?

- No. Venice is a city.

It's a dream-like place.

Men may love their women,

but they love their dreams even more.

- And so do you know how to get there?

- It's closer than you think.

Oh no! Lola!

Where are you going?

Wait for us!

- Quill? Are you there?

- Yeah. Can't you see me?

No. I can't see a thing!

Look!

Oh, no!

Who did this?

It's obvious...

The Painter, of course!

Do you think he'd destroy us, too?

I don't know.

But at least we know

he really exists!

And Lola went to search for him!

We have to warn her!

That's enough for me!

Will they keep dancing

like this all day long?

Yes! And again tomorrow...

day after that, too!

It's always a never-ending

Carnival around here.

But you're not from here,

are you?

Hey! What d'you

think you're doing?

You're not the Painter!

What d'you mean I'm not the painter?

What d'you think that is?

- A forgery!

- A forgery!

I'll teach you a lesson, little girl!

You can't be the Painter.

You don't even look like him!

Ignorant little girl! You don't even

know what I look like.

Everyone here has to wear a mask.

Those are the rules!

They do? I didn't know that.

- You don't know much, do you?

- Then take off your mask!

Hey! Wait! Where are you

going? Don't leave!

Look at all these people!

We're never going to find them!

We have to!

They have to know the truth.

What if he's already erased them?

Watch it!

Why is everyone so interested

in that painting?

- Are you the one who painted this?

- I would've finished it too,

except she ran away!

Pretty looking girl, but she

just wouldn't stand still!

Could it be that you're interested

in the painting, Monsieur?

- I's only half done.

- Oh, I can fix that.

And I'll give you a good price for it, too.

I usually refuse to work from memory,

but we'll just fill in a few strokes...

It won't take long.

I'm pretty good with colors,

if I do say so myself.

But it's capturing the movement

that's the hardest part!

- Do you have any idea where she went?

- Not a clue! It's like she vanished.

So, do you still want it?

Oh, suit yourself!

Don't know why I bother.

Help!

Tell me, Mr. Graymorgan,

how is our honored guest faring?

She screams and she yells.

It is not a pleasant sound.

Wonderful news, indeed.

I'm glad to hear it!

Love may be blind,

but it does have ears...

Ramo should be showing his face soon.

Begin the preparations

for the ceremony.

Lola!

Where have you been?

The Painter, he's this way!

Wait, don't go! It's dangerous!

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