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Odette!

Didn't you hear me calling?

- I... I... I...

- I thought I heard voices.

Odette, Odette.

- Voices?

- Yes. Voices!

Well, I...

- You what?

I decided to become your Queen.

No! You mean...

Oh! Odette...

Odette, you make me so happy.

I'll be a good King. You'll see.

I'll wear nice clothes

and I'm going to get my beard trimmed.

Oh! Oh, shoot!

You've made me so happy, Odette.

Oh! Oh, by the way,

you wouldn't happen to know,

who this belongs to, would you?

"Come to the ball,

I will make a vow of everlasting love. "

Thought you could fool Rothbart, did you?

I will never be yours!

You creature!

I will marry Prince Derek,

and you can not stop me!

I hate to tell you this, Odette.

But you won't be able to attend

the big ball tomorrow night.

If you want to stop me,

you'll have to kill me!

No, I don't think so.

You see, you forgot one

very important thing.

Tomorrow night... there is no moon.

No matter what they do,

I always one step ahead.

On the other hand, Prince Derek's

vow could ruin everything.

I'm going to have to deal with him.

But how?

Vow!

I'll get Derek to offer his vow

to the wrong princess.

That's it.

I'll make you look like Odette.

That's going to take a lot of work,

but it'll be worth it.

Cause when he makes his vow

to the wrong girl,

Odette will die!

And I'll finish Derek off myself.

Oh, I love it.

I mean, this is really classic bit.

It's me!

Gosh, it's such a hoot

to see them quaking.

When I'm king they'll

treat me with respect.

I can't wait to watch

their poor hearts breaking.

So much for politically correct.

Up till now, I've pulled my punches.

I intend to eat their lunches.

No more Mr. Nice Guy, not for me.

If you think that I'm hard-hearted,

Well, Lamby Pie,

I haven't even started.

No more Mr. Nice Guy, not for me.

Soon my witchcraft has zinged them.

I'll gain control of the kingdom.

As for Odette, well, that's tragic.

Cause I'm going back

to that old black magic.

Good behavior is so much duller.

Time to show my one true color.

Baby, Mr. Nice Guy's history.

Vengeance is what I believe in.

I don't get mad, I get even.

Odette can't get to the ball

'cause I won't bring her.

So I'll zap up a date

who's a real dead ringer.

Up to no good, I love plotting'.

Cause I'm so good when I'm rotten.

No more Mr. Nice Guy.

Wait and see.

Wait and see.

I'll become that nasty,

naughty, petty, spiteful,

wicked, wayward way delightful.

Bad guy I was born to be.

One more time,

Lying, loathsome, never tender,

indiscreet repeat offender.

No more Mr. Nice Guy, that's not me.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

- Mother, have you...

- Oh, Derek.

- What are these?

- Roses.

- They're red.

- Of course they're red.

But Mom, I don't want red roses.

I want white, like a swan.

- You seen Bromley?

- No.

Has anyone seen Bromley?

- Would you feed this to a swan?

- I...

Take it back.

Something light, something fresh.

No, no no no no.

Rogers, hold it!

What's wrong?

Tonight the music must

be played... rubato.

Soft and graceful...

like a swan.

- A swan?

- You ever seen a swan, Rogers?

Of course I seen a swan!

If you could play a swan,

what would it sound like?

Soft and graceful, Rogers.

- Where is Bromley?

- No one has seen him, Derek.

You kidding. Who is

going to be my best man?

Best... You mean?

You...

Oh!... Oh, Derek, Oh!

There you go, Rogers,

thats the stuff.

Come on, Mother.

Oh, don't be so secretive, Derek.

Tell me, who she is.

It hurts me to lock you up, Odette.

It hurts me deeply.

But then, a king this day

is full of tough decisions.

You understand?

Oh, now you're mad at me again.

Doggone it!

I can't do nothing right.

Head full of pudding! That's me.

Well, I can't leave you like this.

If you're not happy, I'm not happy.

I know.

If you can't attend the ball,

then I'll bring the ball to you.

Let see! The first thing

you need is a young man.

The Prince is busy of course, but I think

I can arrange a substitution.

No, please,

I beg you, please.

Ohh, Poor fellow.

He got lost in the woods.

Oh, help... help!

Don't go.

I love to stay but if I don't leave

now, I'll be late.

That's tacky.

Don't give me that look, missy.

Had to be sneaky, didn't you?

Had to drag your weakling

prince into, didn't you?

That's fine with me.

Just fine with me!

Every single princess on the planet,

Prayed to be invited to the ball.

Every Portia, Guinevere and Janet.

Would come by coach

or boat to be here.

Most would swim the

moat to be here.

Just to be at this

historic gala.

Girls would walk around

or even crawl.

Rumor is that at this

joyous scene tonight,

The prince will likely choose

his future queen tonight.

Excuse me.

Oh, excuse me.

- Excuse me, Your Highness.

- Yes, yes, Chamberlain.

Its getting rather crowded.

Very well, you may begin

the introductions.

- And Chamberlain...

- Yes...

No mistakes this time.

Everything must be perfect.

Oh, oh no no, oh yes,

I mean, oh no no, Madam.

Everything will be perfect.

Promise me, Derek, you'll tell me

who it is the moment she arrives.

Don't worry, mother. You'll know.

Believe me, you'll know.

- Ah! - What?

- It comes.

- What is?

- An idea!

A substantial idea.

A large colossal idea.

- Sounds big.

- I've got it.

Water leaks into the dungeon, right?

Well, if there's a leak,

there must be a hole.

We'll find the hole,

make it bigger, and...

She's loose.

I think you're forgetting two things.

His Majesty has got a point.

Not to worry!

Now, first we need a scout.

Are you crazy?

Who's going to jump into this moat?

He's got to be a good swimmer.

I should say so.

- He's got to be small too.

- Tinny winy. Not to be seen.

And it wouldn't hurt if he was green,

for camouflage purposes.

Precisely!

Small, good swimmer, Green.

Good grief, you're talking about me?

- No, no, definitely not!

You are off on a mission.

You're tough, in good condition.

- I can't hear you.

Our hero, warts and all!

- I can't hear you.

No fear!

Thank you!

Oh, thank you!

Now, I know that some of you just

abhor beauty pageants, but...

having been a puff-puff girl myself,

way back in '39...

I just couldn't resist, girls,

and one, a two, a one two three.

Beauty and glamour

and breeding unmatched.

Princesses is on parade.

Lovely, enthralling, and all unattached.

The hoi polloi and those well-bred

agree. Each enjoy a royal pedigree.

Born for success,

Each possesses a spark.

Each a remarkable maid.

Boy, oh boy, these royal highnesses.

All have plusses, they've no minuses.

Gaze upon these princesses is on parade.

This princess comes from Colchester,

where corn and cotton grow.

She plays crocket and harpsichord,

and sews her own clothes.

Antonia isn't known to take

the part of least resistance.

She hails from south-east Rajasthan

and came the farthest distance.

Griselda lives to help the world.

She finds no task too menial.

And all the other hopeful girls,

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