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(BRIGHT MUSIC)

SONG:
You'll know the right words

They're all in your head

So wake up in the morning

and get out of bed

The dreams

you've been dreaming

Well, right now's the time

You build up these monsters

They're just in your mind

If you feel it in your heart

Then sing it loud

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I know you know who you are

So sing it loud

It's all about you

You just gotta know, gotta know

You can do it on your own

Guess that's why I wrote this song...

(BELL TOLLS)

You know it's about you

It's always about you

So let it go.

Bye-bye, orphanage!

Slowly! Almost there!

- (LAUGHS)

- BOY:
Stop!

- (WHIMPERS)

- (SIGHS)

- Shhh!

- Ha!

(SIGHS)

Where is Felicie?

Uh, sir, I don't know.

What are you looking at,

you idiot?

Whoa!

- (GASPS)

- (GRUMBLES) Go get Felicie!

You know, I'm having

a little bit of trouble

knowing which direction...

- NOW!

- Ugh!

(WHISTLES)

- (BELL RINGS)

- Ouch! Ah!

(WHISTLES)

Victor!

- Can you help me?

- Ha!

Stop! Stop doing

your grumpy face!

I'm not, I'm just a little bit hurt

that you were...

(SIGHS)..I don't know,

escaping without me!

Escaping? Me?

No, I was just looking

at the spectacular view!

Because, you know,

you wouldn't last

more than five minutes

out there without me.

Ha! Ha!

(GRUNTS)

Don't start!

You know how this ends.

We arrived at the same time,

and we'll escape

at the same time.

I promise!

- OK! (GRUNTS)

- (LAUGHS)

Hey, Victor! Hiyah!

(GRUNTS) Oh, no! Here we go!

- (ENERGETIC MUSIC)

- Whoo! Whoo!

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Whoo!

You just gotta know, gotta know

You can do it on your own

This is why I wrote this song

You know it's about you...

(GROWLS)

- Whoo-hoo!

- So let it go.

(GROANS)

- (ROOSTER CROWS)

- This is the last time!

- We're sorry!

- We're sorry, and...

Tut-tut-tut! Let them go!

You, go to your room.

Thank you!

Thank you, Mother Superior.

Enough. Go to your room.

And may I just say

that you are looking very...

- Enough.

- ..superior today.

- Enough!

- OK!

Felicie, I know you have

this dream of being a dancer.

- We all know it!

- But I...

Tut-tut-tut!

All the world has a dream.

But get this into your head -

dreams are not reality.

Dreams are buried

because life is

hard, brutal and without pity.

- But...

- Tut-tut-tut!

Agreed?

Agreed.

VICTOR:
A dance school in Paris,

little lady,

the Opera de Paris,

full of dancers and dance!

Where did you find this?

I have my sources.

OK? Enough!

- Can I see it again?

- No.

Please!

No, but if you escape with me tonight,

you have my word.

I will take you

to this dance school,

and you will become

the greatest dancer,

and I will become

the greatest inventor ever!

- Do you have a plan?

- A brilliant plan!

A plan worthy of my total,

utter, unquestionable genius.

- Let me see.

- After we...

- Now! Now!

- escape. No!

- I said after.

- Now!

- After!

- Now!

- After!

- BOTH:
Ow!

(BELL RINGS)

A dance school in Paris.

(CHILD SNORES SOFTLY)

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYS GENTLE TUNE)

Hmm. (SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(CHICKEN CLUCKS)

Shhh! It's me!

Come on!

Oh, my!

Is a chicken part of

your brilliant plan?

- VICTOR:
Affirmative!

- Great!

(SHOES SQUEAK)

- (CHICKEN CLUCKS)

- Aaah!

(GRUMBLES)

(SINGSONGS) I'm taking

this pitiful deserter

to Mother Superior.

OK, Sister. Hmm...

Hmm?

- (CHICKEN CLUCKS)

- Ahh!

Emergency! Emergency!

Activate Plan B!

- This way!

- Activate Plan B!

FELICIE:
That was

your best ever plan?

VICTOR:
You are so critical!

FELICIE:
And you're

a terrible escaper!

'Escaper' is not a word!

Ow! God, not again!

Get back down here!

Open this door!

(WHIMPERS)

VICTOR:
For the last

three months,

I have been studying chickens.

- I know how they eat.

- Open this door!

I know how they walk.

I know how they lay an egg.

There is nothing about a chicken

that I do not know!

- (CHICKEN CLUCKS)

- Ta-da!

I call them chicken wings!

(CLUCKS)

Chickens don't fly!

But they have wings.

They must fly.

You fly, don't you?

Fly!

- (CHICKEN SQUAWKS)

- Uh-oh!

I'm going to... Grrr!

Come here, you rascals!

- Goodbye!

- What?

- Let's go!

- (FELICIE SHRIEKS)

(BOTH SCREAM)

Cock-a-doodle-doo!

(GRUNTS AND YELPS)

VICTOR:
One day,

everyone will travel like this!

(TRAIN HORN TOOTS)

(BOTH SCREAM)

Ow!

My music box!

Victor! He's behind you!

I've got my eye on you!

You're not going anywhere!

(SHRIEKS)

Aaah! Oh no!

(SCREAMS)

- (YELPS)

- Hang on!

(GROANS)

Thanks!

Victor, watch out!

Yeah! Ha-ha!

Now I've got you!

I see you!

(DISTORTED ROARING)

(TYRES SCREECH)

FELICIE:
This way! Let's go!

(TRAIN HORN TOOTS)

(BOTH PANT)

- Wait!

- Oh! Oh, no!

- Yah!

- Grab on! Grab on!

- Oh! Let me go!

- Let him go!

- (ALL GRUNT)

- Let me go, stinky! Oh!

(SCREAMS)

(GROWLS)

(SIGHS) That went well, no?

(FELICIE LAUGHS)

You're unbelievable.

I know.

Victor, we actually did it!

Yes, we actually did!

- (BOING!)

- Oh.

I can fix this.

But I should say

that seeing as this

is the one thing

that was in your crib when you

were left outside the orphanage,

you should take

a teeny-tiny, eensy-weensy

little bit more care of it.

Fixed! Don't thank me!

And tomorrow, Chrie, Paris...

..will be ours.

(SCREECHING)

- (BOTH GRUNT)

- Good morning, sunshine!

Eww! When's the last time

you brushed your teeth?

- MAN:
Start with this one.

- (GASPS)

VICTOR:
Whoa!

(BOTH GRUNT)

- (MAN WHISTLES)

- (HORSE NEIGHS)

BOTH:
Ugh!

I can't see where we are.

Relax! We're in Paris! Aaah!

Quiet! We're

going to get caught!

Not another noise out of you.

(FARTS) That wasn't me!

(SNIFFS AND GROANS)

Wow!

- It's incredible!

- Paris is amazing.

(FELICIE SIGHS)

So, where's the dance school?

Relax, Felicie!

Enjoy Paris. Breathe it in.

Hi there!

Love your moustache, monsieur!

Ah, yes, Paris!

City of romance.

City of dreams.

City of fame and fortune!

City of lamp posts.

City of pigeons.

Did I say romance?

Yes, you did.

Now, where's the dance school?

Uh, I don't know.

Don't worry. We're a team.

- We'll find it together.

- Ugh!

Do you think it was stupid

to come to Paris?

Don't say that! We should

never give up on our dreams.

- (PIGEON COOS)

- (GRUNTS)

We're kids! We're all alone.

Was I really crazy to think

I could be a dancer?

What do you think?

- (SCREAMS)

- Victor?

I said...

Victor?

- I'm OK!

- Come back!

I can't swim!

Meet me on this bridge

at this time tomorrow.

No matter how dangerous it is,

I will return!

Victor! Come back!

Don't leave!

Please.

(SIGHS)

Huh?

(GASPS)

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

(GRUMBLES)

('SWAN THEME' FROM

TCHAIKOVSKY'S 'SWAN LAKE')

FELICIE:
Aaah!

MAN:
What have you come

here to do, huh?

You came here to steal,

didn't you?

Answer me! You're a thief!

I wasn't stealing!

I was looking at the dancer!

Liar! Empty your pockets!

- Get off me!

- Oh, yeah?

WOMAN:
Leave her alone.

She came here to steal!

I didn't! I really didn't!

Think this through.

If you hurt her,

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