Tangled Page #3

The way it's calling me.

For like the first time ever,

I'm completely free.

I could go running, and racing,

and dancing...

and chasing, and leaping

and bounding.

hair flying, heart pounding

and splashing and reeling.

And finally feeling,

Now's when my life

begins.

I can't believe I did this.

(Mumbles) I can't believe I did this.

I CAN'T BELIEVE I DID THIS!

Mother will be so furious.

That's okay, what she doesnt

know won't kill her, right?

Oh my gosh, this will kill her.

THIS IS SO FUN!

I am a horrible person,

I'm going back.

I am never going

baaaccckkk!

I am a despicable human being.

WAHHOOOOO!

Best day, ever!

(Sobbing)

(Clears throat)

You know, I can't help but notice,

you seem a little at war

with yourself, here.

-Really?

-The whole day,

Bits and pieces.

Sort of protective mother,

forbidden road trip.

This is serious stuff.

But let me ease your conscious.

This is part of growing up.

A little rebellion, a little adventure.

That's good, healthy even.

(Laughs) You think?

I know. You're way over thinking

your stress meter.

Did your mother deserve it?

Will this break her heart

and crush her soul?

Well of course.

But you just got to do it.

Break her heart?

-It can.

-Crush her soul?

Like a grape.

She would be heart broken,

you're right.

Likely, all right, oh no.

All right, I can't believe I'm

saying this, but...

I'm letting you out of the deal.

-Well...

-That's right.

But don't make me. Let's

just turn around,

and you go home, and your frog.

I get back my satchel.

You get back a mother

daughter relationship.

based on mutual trust and

viola!

We part ways as unlikely friends.

-No, I am seeing those lanterns.

-Oh, come on!

What is it going to take

to get my satchel back?

I will use this.

What is it, ruffians, thugs?

Stay calm, it can probably smell fear.

Oh, sorry.

Getting just a little bit, jumpy.

Probably be best if we avoid

ruffians and thugs, though.

Yeah, that's probably best.

Are you hungry?

I know a great place for lunch.

-Where?

-Oh, don't you worry.

You'll know it when you smell it.

(Sniffing)

Oh, a Palace horse.

Where's your rider?

Rapunzel.

RAPUNZEL!

Rapunzel, let down your hair.

Rapunzel?

Oh no!

RAPUNZEL!

I know it's around here, somewhere.

Ah, there it is.

The Snuggly duckling.

Don't worry, very quaint place,

perfect for you.

Don't want you scaring, and giving

up on this endeavor now do we?

-Well, I do like duckling.

-YAY!

Garcon, your finest table, please.

You smell that?

Take a deep breath through the nose.

Really, it's pretty bad.

What are you getting?

Because to me, it's part bad smell.

and the other part is

really bad when it smells.

I don't know why, but overall,

it smells like the color brown.

You're in luck.

That's a lot of hair.

She's growing it out, is that blood

on your moustache?

Goldie, look at this, look at

all the blood on his moustache.

Look, I'm sure thats a lot of blood.

Hey, you don't look so good, Blondie.

Maybe we should get you home.

Call it a day.

Probably better off. This is a five

star joint after all.

And if you can't handle this place, well

maybe you should be back in your tower.

Is this you?

No, no this is being mean.

Oh, it's him all right.

Gretta, go find some guards.

That reward is going to

buy me a new hook.

I can use the money.

What about me?

I'm broke.

-Boys, stop!

-We can work this out.

Hey, leave him alone.

-Please.

-Give me back my guide.

Not the nose, not the nose,

not the nose!

Put him down!

Okay, I don't know where I am,

and I need him to take me to see the lanterns,

because I've been dreaming about

them my entire life.

Find your humanity.

Havent any of you ever had a dream?

I, had a dream.

Once.

I'm malicious mean and scary.

My sneer could curdle dairy.

And violence-wise my hands

are not the cleanest.

But despite my evil look,

and my temper and my hook.

I've always yearned to

be a concert pianist.

Can't cha see me on the stage

performing Mozart.

Tickling the ivories,

'til they gleam.

Yep, I'd rather be called deadly.

For my killer show-tune medley.

Thank you.

'Cause way down deep inside

I've got a dream.

He's got a dream,

he's got a dream.

See, I ain't as cruel and

vicious as I seem.

Though I feel like breaking femurs.

You can count me with the dreamers.

Like everybody else,

I've gotta dream.

I've got scars and lumps and bruises.

Plus there's something here that oozes.

Let's not even mention

my complexion.

But despite my extra toes.

And my goiter and my nose.

I really want to make a love

connection.

Can't you see me with a special

little lady.

Rowing in a row boat,

down the stream.

Though I'm one disgusting blighter.

I'm a lover, not a fighter.

'Cause way down deep

inside, I gotta dream.

I gotta dream,

I gotta dream.

And I know one day

will never reign supreme.

Though my face leaves

people screaming.

There's a child behind

it dreaming.

Like everybody else,

I've gotta dream.

Tor would like to quit

and be a florist.

Gunther does interior design.

Ulf is into mime,

Attilas cupcakes are sublime.

Bruiser knits, Killer sews.

Fang does little puppet shows.

And Vladimir collects

ceramic unicorns.

What about you?

-I'm sorry me?

-What's your dream?

No, no, no. Sorry boys,

I don't sing.

I have dreams like you,

no really.

Just much less, touchy-feely.

They mainly happen somewhere

warm and sunny.

On an island that I own,

tanned and rested and alone.

Surrounded by enormous

piles of money.

-I had a dream...I had a dream.

-(Thugs) Shes got a dream.

I just want to see the floating

lanterns gleam.

And with every passing hour.

I'm so glad I left my tower.

Like all you lovely folks,

I've got a dream.

She's gotta dream, He's gotta dream.

They've gotta dream, we've gotta dream.

So our differences ain't

really that extreme. We're one big team.

Call us brutal or sadistic

and grotesquely optimistic.

'Cause way down deep inside,

we've gotta dream.

We gotta dream,

I gotta dream.

Yes everybody here has got a...

Dreeeeeeaaaaamm.

Yeah!

I found the guards.

Where's Ryder,

where is he?

I know he's in here somewhere.

Find him, turn the place

upside down!

Go, live your dream.

I will.

Your dream stinks,

I was talking to her.

Thanks for everything.

I believe this is the man

you're looking for.

You got me.

Sir, there's no sign of Ryder.

Maximus.

What he's doing?

A passage, come on men,

let's go.

Corman, make sure those

boys don't get away.

Play it safe.

We'll go get the crown.

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