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[music plays]

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narrator: once upon a time,

a beautiful young woman
named belle

went to live in a strange
and magical castle.

there she befriended

the castle's staff
of enchanted objects,

who, like their master,
the beast,

had once been human.

but now they were
all living under a spell

that only the power of love
could undo.

as their friendship grew,

they hoped that belle
might be the one

who could learn to love a beast

and thus release them all
from the spell.

[music plays]

chandeliera,
you look radiant.

together,
you and lumiere

will be
the perfect light.

"height," you say?
and what has

our height got to do
with anything?

"light," chandeliera.
the perfect light.

uh, what? well, why
didn't you say that

in the first place?

so it's to be
the two of us, eh?

won't that be
marvelous?

of course, madame.

and send 20 cords
of wood to the castle.

send it now because...

because you say so--
yes, that's it!

no, no, no, wait, wait.

ah, because you need it.

yes. because i need it.

"sincerely"
and so forth.

witherspoon!

you know
the way!

dinner is served,

a meal exquisite
in every detail--

as is our company.

she makes me nervous,
lumiere.

why is that?

she is a woman,
master.

mmm. tell me
how to impress her.

a kiss of the hand
should serve you well.

done properly,

it will have a most
charming effect.

belle: i've been reading
the most wonderful book.

well, perhaps
you can tell us

all about it at dinner.

things have been

pleasantly tranquil
with him of late.

"tranquil"?

well, i meant only
to refer to how well

you and his grace
have been getting along.

hmm. yes, we have.

perhaps, well,
"tranquil"--

that isn't quite
the right word.

"calm, serene,"

in a word,
"harmonious."

that is a good word.

you're a very smart
dictionary.

allow me to present myself.

webster, at your service.

nice to meet you,
webster.

won't you join us?

but of course.

for, i am, after all,
indispensable.

irreplaceable,
essentially--

mademoiselle, your presence
here this evening

warms my heat--heart.
huh!

[gulp]

mademoiselle,
your presence here

this evening
warms my heart.

[kiss]

why, thank you.

[laughter and cheering]

i was just
telling cogsworth

about the most
wonderful book.

it's about a girl who lives
with her stepmother,

a wicked woman who
makes her stay inside

and work day and night.

of course, she becomes
terribly lonely.

chandeliera,
you're bright!

but of course!

i'm exceptionally
intelligent.

doesn't take a genius
to tell you that!

your light
is too bright!

you'll spoil the mood.

"boil the food"?
oh! goodness, no.

that's the cook's job.

but the evil stepmother
forbids it--

not until her work
is finished.

isn't that terrible?

is something wrong?

oh, uh, it's a little
warm in here,

that's all.
please continue.

i can see
my own shadow!

rise up!

uh! "wise up"?!

oh, i won't stand
for such insults!

i deserve respect!

shush. sh-shh.
both of you.

you're creating
a spectacle.

hmm.

belle: ...tells her
fairy godmother

her predicament
about the ball,

how she can't possibly
finish her work,

and how she has
nothing to wear

and no way to get there.

excuse me.
open the window.

but, your eminence,
the air could cause a chill.

very well.

please, continue.

so you won't believe what
the fairy godmother does.

she casts a spell
that solves

all the girl's
problems.

but there's a catch.

it only lasts
until midnight.

[growling] enough!

the window--
open the window!

but--
now!

opening the window.

oh!

are you still warm?

mm-hmm.

others are getting cold.

well, perhaps they
should leave the room.

that's not very
congenial.

what?

"congenial--
cordial,

pleasant,
agreeable."

and for a definitive
definition--

i don't have to be
con-con--

well, it's my castle,
and i make the rules.

just because
it's your castle

doesn't mean
you should be rude.

"rude--offensive,

primitive, abrupt"--

i know what it means.

belle: webster!

oh, no!

oh, you poor thing.

uh, dazed.

disoriented.
uhh...

that was an awful
thing to do.

you're acting rude
and foolish.

[roars]

mrs. potts: belle simply
refuses to leave her room.

well, i'll tell you
what we must do.

we must solicit
an apology.

the master's conduct
last night was,

well, less than
exemplary.

he is not
the only one.

did you see her
last night?

the way
she hovered?

lumiere, it was
not my intention

to outshine you.

i simply couldn't
hear you, my dear.

[sniffs]

couldn't hear--
ha!

she's been using
that excuse for years.

apologize?

she should
apologize to me!

yes, master.
of course, master.

[knocking]

[gasps]

[knocking]

cogsworth: down here.

you want me
to apologize

to him?

i suppose i do
owe him an apology--

for calling him
rude, i mean.

so you'll do it?

yes. right after

he apologizes
to me first.

lumiere: this must be
put delicately.

leave it to me.

so, you see, she has
agreed to apologize.

mmm.

yet there's one minor
catch, however.

[roar]

[both scream]

[crash]

i will never
apologize!

[roars]

mrs. potts:
i'm beginning to wonder

if they'll ever speak
to each other again.

if she does not
love him

before the last
petal falls,

we will all be
enchanted forever.

i say we give it
more time.

[all sigh]

easy for a clock
to say.

there's certainly no point
in fretting about it here.

it is up to us,
mes amis!

we must act--

act now
and act fast!

so...any ideas?

well, the boss
ought to apologize.

in a word, yes.

but we can't
do it for him.

why not?

[gasps]

with deep regret for
my heedless conduct,

i therefore
offer my apology

and beg
your forgiveness.

short.

sweet.

sincere.

cogsworth, have you
seen lumiere?

yes, but i'm sorry
to report

he's avoiding you.

he just can't find it
in his heart

to forgive, i'm afraid.

and all my own fault.

no, no, no, no,
don't punish yourself.

he's too proud
for his own good.

heavens!

oh!

a letter?

who could it
be from?

hmm. i haven't
the foggiest.

cogsworth:
witherspoon!

it came from within
the castle.

it must be from
the master.

it is from him.

the trouble
between us is over.

just look,mes amis.

what did i tell you?

now they will
forgive and forget.

oh, what if they

found out
it was us?

mum's the word.

no.
huh?

don't say a word.

it's my turn
to speak.

i'm here to apologize.

you are?

your graciousness
has put me to shame.

it has?

i'm only sorry that
it took me so long.

i want you to know

that i never meant
to call you a fool.

i'm the one
who's been foolish

and stubborn
and petty

and unwilling
to forgive.

i'm so happy
you came.

then you'll
forgive me?

of course.

belle: "as the carriage
rolled forward,

"the girl looked back...

[eats loudly]

"at the flowering farm,

then drew herself up
courageously for the"--

[chews loudly]

journey ahead."

do you like it
so far?

beast: mm, yes.

keep reading.

"her childhood held
such sweet"--

[chewing loudly]

"memories,
which she would"--

[chewing loudly]

"cherish like
precious gems."

mmm.

i'm sorry.

it's hard to read
while you eat those.

but they're
my favorite.

i can read later,
if you like.

you're leaving?

no. i just can't read
while you eat.

of course, you could
eat them later.

mmm?

[grumbles]

very well.

[sigh]

oh...
oh...

i must say,
his highness

is most considerate
this evening.

not at all.

and his temper,
so controlled.

thank you.

we wouldn't want you
to have to write

another letter
of apology, would we?

huh? what do you mean?

[growls]

i was
merely referring

to your letter
to belle, master.

and i must say,
never have i heard

an apology so
eloquently worded.

i wrote no such letter!

huh!
i don't understand.

are you taking back
your apology?

it wasn't my letter!

but i have it.

show it to me.

if you insist.

it's in my room.

mrs. potts:
webster?

hmm?

for goodness sake,
come down here.

unh.

potts: la plume,

surely you can do
better than that.

mrs. potts: and, crane,
you're much too short

to be a map.
come over here.

i want you to know

that i knew of your scheme
from the start, gentlemen.

you're in hot water.

i suggest you boys confess
to what you've done.

unless the truth
is revealed,

he and belle will forever
eye each other with distrust.

there--written on
your stationery.

with my pen--
it's a forgery.

surely you're not suggesting
i would do such a thing.

hmm.

whoo!

uh, master, um,

we have a confession
to make.

the, um, letter,
ha ha,

was, a, uh, a fa--

fraud, counterfeit,

sham, fake, a forgery.

[gasp]

i worded it.

and crane here--

oh!

aah!

[growls]

ooh, master, ooh!

[roars]

[screams]

[growls]

[teeth chatter]

ohh...

[growls]

[roars]

where are you?!

[breathes heavily]

[shudder]

come out, boys,

we know
you're in here.

i won't hurt you.
explain to me.

why would you
do such a thing?

we merely wanted
yourself

and our master
to speak again.

[shiver]

stand aside.

let them go.
i beg you.

they betrayed me.

please!

i can't bear
to see them harmed.

[sighs]

very well.
i will spare them.

but if they ever step foot
in this castle again,

they will have to
answer to me.

[growls]

please!

but they
didn't mean--

silence!

[screaming]

beast: and anyone found
giving them comfort

will be sorry!

webster:
now where do we go?

la plume: let us
march forth into town!

crane:
and beg for help.

this is more
than i can bear.

they can't survive
out there.

there's nothing
we can do about it now.

mmm...

[panting]

crane:
oh, me pages are turned.

look, just up there!

we made it!

we made it!
ha ha ha!

hooray!

oh, we're there!

how could we ever
have doubted you?

it's town.
it's really--

town?

yes, it is a pity,

but one can hardly
blame the master.

after all,
forgery is a crime.

belle: if anyone committed
a crime, it was me.

none of this would've happened
if i'd apologized.

i'm the one who should
apologize, dear.

i knew about
the forgery,

but i wanted
so desperately

for you and the master
to forgive each other.

[mrs. potts sniffs]

i must find them.

i'll ride after them,
bring them back,

and--[gasps]
there they are!

oh, they look awful.

cogsworth: no!
you can't help them!

the master
specifically stated--

crane:
can you beat that?

town looks just like
the castle.

itisthe castle.

and after
we walked so far.

la plume, crane!

oh, webster.

come with me.

we must get you
by the fire.

la plume: oh, no, no, no.

i'd rather freeze to death

in a wolf's stomach,
thank you.

i'm not going
to face the master.

that guy is a beast.
he'll hurt us.

i don't think so.
i'll speak to him.

he'll let you stay.
i'm sure of it.

because deep down,
he has a good heart.

we let things get
so far out of hand.

you're the ones
who suffered the most.

please forgive me.

oh, we'd be
sorry friends

if we didn't
forgive you.

oh, thank you.

belle: if only i could've said
those same words to him.

oh, you poor things.

let's get you inside
right away.

[door closes]

mrs. potts:
that fire should have you

warm and toasty
in no time, gentlemen.

yeah, good.

still no sign
of the master.

hopefully,
he won't be too upset.

upset? ha ha ha.

i dare say
the master could react

far worse than that.

there. and you won't
see me around

when he gets here.
no, sir.

i'll be so far gone--

i have something to say.

[whimpering]

i've been difficult,
i know.

and i'm sorry.

please, forgive me.

i forgive you.

and you--
will you forgive me?

oh, yes, yes, yes!

we all forgive you.

that was so easy.

i feel happy now,

happier than
i can remember.

[sighing]

oh, everyone
has been able

to forgive but me.

it's not too late to do
something about it, dear.

mrs. potts: we're in
for a treat, chandeliera.

oh, you don't say.

la plume, crane,
and webster

have agreed
to tell us all about

their adventures
in the forest.

and i'm pleased
to say

you'll be seeing
an old colleague.

w-w-why would i want
to see an old collie?

"colleague," dear.

"colleague."

la plume: we could see
the whites of their eyes.

hear the
ferocious panting

of their fetid,
carnivorous,

lupine breath.

still we
ventured forward

into the night,

for nothing
could scare us,

not even
vicious wolves.

ah-choo!

aah!
aah!

oh, excuse me.

well, go on, go on.

you said you
wanted to forgive.

give me time.

ow!

don't tell me,

you've come down
to hear better.

no, lumiere,
i have not.

so you admit it.

you lower yourself
to burn brighter.

i lower myself

to work more closely
with you.

oh? hmm.

we do work well
together, don't we? heh.

chandeliera,
please forgive me.

[laughs] oh, lumiere.

all you had to do
was ask.

[happy music playing]

[music stops]

everything
is so peaceful.

mrs. potts:
it just goes to show,

for every problem
there's a solution.

a solution often expressed
in just a single word.

forgiveness--

"to put past
differences aside."

it's quite
a lovely evening.

perhaps you two
would like to venture

onto the veranda,

while the rest of us

prepare
the hors d'oeuvres?

hors d'oeuvres?
what hors d'oeuvres?

uhh!

oh, yes,
the hors d'oeuvres!

how silly of me.
ha ha. let's go.

[playful music plays]

it's warm now.

soon it will be spring.

beautiful.

[dramatic music playing]

belle:?? there are times
i think ??

?? that no one seems
to listen ??

?? there are times i think
they listen, but don't hear ??

?? there are times
i think they hear ??

?
?? but something's missing ?

?? the thoughts behind
the words aren't clear ??

?? so, i think they're saying
something they're not saying ??

?? they think i mean something
i don't mean at all ??

?? do we raise our voice,
miscommunicating? ??

?? or simply say nothing
at all ??

[birds chirp]

?? is there another way
to say it ??

?? in a way
that can be heard? ??

?? let me see if i can
put it into words ??

?? i can hear you,
you can hear me ??

?? when we listen
with our hearts ??

[chirp]

?? i understand you,
you understand me ??

?? that's the place
where we can start ??

?? words of kindness
and forgiveness ??

?? bring us closer,
not apart ??

?
?? when we speak our minds ?

?? and listen
with our hearts ??

?? i can hear you,
you can hear me ??

?? when we listen
with our hearts ??

?? i understand you,
you understand me ??

?? that's the place
where we can start ??

?? words of kindness
and forgiveness ??

?? bring us closer,
not apart ??

?
?? when we speak our minds ?

?? and listen
with our hearts ??

?? and listen
with our hearts ??

[music playing]

[music playing]

la plume: mademoiselle,
are you all right?

you seem, uh,
dizzy with fever.

some things are not
always as they seem,

for i am dizzy with love.

ohh. [giggles]

ahh--

ah--ah--ah--

this dusting,
it's a dirty job, no?

[laughs]
but someone must do it.

come, fifi, my girl.
time is of the essence.

aaaah-choo!

we must have
this room...spotless.

[grumbling]

fifi: madame? heh.

oh.

do you know what day
tomorrow is? [giggles]

uh, saturday?

a saturday unlike any other,

for it is
the fifth anniversary

of my first date

with monsieur lumiere,

the light of my life.

[gasps]
but i have a problem.

he surely has
marvelous plans

for our evening.

surely.

perhaps i should
dye my feathers?

no doubt he will take me
for a moonlight serenade

or perhaps a quiet but
elegant dinner for two.

what do you think,
mademoiselle?

oh, i'm sure
whatever it is,

it'll be a big surprise.

what?! our anniversary?

[grunts]
of course, i remember

the first anniversary
of our fifth date.

it's, uh, next, uh--

how's tuesday sound?

the fifth anniversary
of your first date

is saturday.
oh?

pardonnez-moi.[laughs]
i must have wax in my ear.

i thought you said--

saturday.

goodness, no, my child.
that's tomorrow.

tomorrow?!

sacre bleu!

i am, as we say,
in hot water!

she may be expecting
something...special.

but of course!

i knew that.

there is so much to prepare!
i must have flowers.

[gasps] i must bathe.

i must polish. there must be
music, moonlight.

i will tell her--tell her--
mmm--oh--oh, no.

what shall i tell her?
i must have a speech.

"fifi, you are so feathery."

uh...

"fifi,
words cannot express..."

ah!

"my one, my only, my--my--"

[window creaks]

[wind blowing]

[sniffs]

oh, my, my!

[gasps] aah! fire!

fire!

fire!

oh, dear! chip,
get your brothers

and tell them
to fill up first.

hurry!

[huffs]

cogsworth: all right, everyone,
please remain calm.

aah! all right,
single file, people.

containers
to the front of the line.

[cogsworth shouting orders]

[struggling]

what?

all right, people, people,
urgency, urgency.

come with me,
mrs. potts.

oh, but, dear, i'm carrying
the master's tea.

what will he say?

well, what will he say
if the castle burns down?

[fire fizzles]

well done!
yay!

[groans]

[sighs]

you've saved us all,
my dear.

all right, show's over.
nothing to see.

move along now.
come, come. come, come.

orderly fashion.
briskly, thank you.

now,
if i might inquire,

who was responsible
for--

[sighs] madame, there is
no way to thank you,

except to say,

thank you, thank you,
thank you.

what in the world
were you doing, lumiere?

i was working
on the speech

i would give to fifi
on our anniversary.

speech? [chuckles]

surely you'll simply say
what's in your heart.

madame, you cannot know
much about women.

heh. monsieur,
i know a little.

forgive me.
i must rehearse.

ahem.

"fifi, your lips are redder

than the red
of the reddest red rose."

how's it sounding?

rehearsed.

oh, impossible!

just tell her
how you feel.

but i cannot speak
the truth

which is in my heart.
she'd never buy it.

[sobs] there is no hope.

lumiere,
how can you say such things?

for me, words of love
flow like water.

but sincerity?

it's honestly
impossible.

then, monsieur,
let me help you

find the words
to speak your feelings.

you tell me everything
about that first date,

and i'll help you
put your deepest,

most honest feelings
into words.

you are
heaven-sent. mwah.

a beautiful angel
from above.

now let us begin.

we cannot do it here.
huh?

the little one
might see us.

come,ma cherie,

we shall,
as they say,

make beautiful music
together.

[gasps] she pretends
to be my friend

even as she ignites
this burning passion

in my beloved lumiere.

it was a night of magic.

i began with a serenade.

[humming]

[gasps]

he serenades
the awful creature...

just as he did me.

then we walked together
into the night.

and they walk
just as we walked.

the evening
concluded

with a romantic
sleigh ride

through
the moonlit snow.

that's just how
tomorrow night should be,

and i'll help you
make it happen.

[gasps]

[sobs]

now, you must tell me

how you are honestly
feeling about her.

i--heh heh--i was, uh--

she--she was, uh--

we--we were, uh--

ah! i cannot!

you can.

or perhaps it'll be easier

if you pretend
that i am fifi.

[gasps] she has no shame.

oh.

tell me everything
you'd tell her.

it is so difficult.

i want to.

you must know i want to
more than anything.

[gasps] he weakens
under the spell

of the wretched
enchantress.

i am ready now.

i shall do it.

ohh.

her evil power
is too great

for my beloved.
[weeping]

remember,
if she sees you,

you don't see her.

i don't know you,
and you don't know me.

is that clear?

mm-mm. mm-mm.

ok. at precisely 9:47,

i want you
and your friends--

fifi: lumiere?
huh?

where are you going
with that tuba?

what tuba?

belle: lumiere, heh,

weren't you coming
to see me?

my dear,
you must remember,

things are not always
as they seem.

[humming]

[humming]

[fifi weeping]

what's this, then?

whatever's
the matter, dear?

why the tears?

what...tears?

you tell mrs. potts

what's
bothering you.

i'm sure
whatever it is,

it can't be as bad
as all that.

but, madame,
if you were i,

and you'd just lost
the man of your dreams,

you would cry, toooo!

mademoiselle,
if i were you,

i'd have no trouble
with men.

but the love of my life
is no more,

and i don't know what
to do to get him back.

mon ami,

the male
will never respond

unless he has no choice,

unless he feels threatened.

i do not understand,
monsieur.

jealousy!

that is the most powerful
of all emotions.

when you make him
jealous,

he is in
your complete control.

ahh, merci.

when it comes to love,
i wrote the book.

[eyebrows twitter]

[doors bang]

[grumbles]

highly irregular,
old chap.

i've never heard
of such nonsense.

i beg your assistance.

i have a post
to man, sir.

can't just abandon it
for some--

some frivolity!

goes against everything
in the book,

don't you know?

sir, this is
for a higher cause,

and this time
the book...

is the book of love.

oh, heavens.
sentimental hogwash.

so it shall be.

i only thought
that this might serve

as a grand last gesture
on your part,

seeing as how the master
is looking

to downsize
his collection of silver.

lumiere.

it's something
i heard.

i know people
in cutlery.

[grumbles]

how's that again?

mothballing
the fleet, you say?

it's true, i have
certain connections.

perhaps certain strings
might be pulled.

oh. i am at
your service, sir!

magnifique.

now, what
we must do is--

cogsworth: lumiere!

what's all this
dilly-dallying,

and why hasn't
the master's--oh, hello--

why hasn't the ma--hmm?

ahh!

mr. cogsworth.
[giggling]

aah! her again.
pretend you do not see.

hmm.

i have been looking
all over for you.

you big hunk
of clock, you.

[giggling]

have you?

i mean--ahem--
you have?

uh, but why,
young woman?

because you are
so, so, so--

i'm so-so?

oh, no, heh.
you aremagnifique.

oh, so, uh,
how you say,

full of life.
heh heh.

cogsworth?
[whistles]

shh. we must
ignore her.

but you,mon cher,

are always
up to the minute, no?

heh heh heh heh.

well, yes, i do.
it's true.

i try to keep up with
the times. [chuckles]

this is getting
embarrassing.

we should leave.

so in control,

so in charge,

and yet also with
the devilish sense of humor.

what is your secret?

[chuckles]

uh...

[cuckoo] ah!

well, the--
[clears throat]

the secret of my
comedy, madame, is--

[tick, tick, tick]
timing. ha ha ha.

hmm. clock humor.

what is fifi trying to do?

she's probably
just trying

to get out of her duties.
let's go now.

well, then--ahem--

this is all very
interesting, madame,

i assure you, but
i really must insist...

oh! he is impossible!

that you return
to your duties

this minute.

well...

yes, much better.

lumiere: hold still,
my friend.

just a bit more.

[grunting]

really, this is
quite unusual.

i can assure you,

it's not found
in the code anywhere.

it's almost done.

only one more
minor adjustment.

trust me. you will not
feel a thing.

tomorrow night, lumiere
shall proclaim his love

as he's never done before.

oh, doesn't it
sound romantic, sultan?

arf! arf!

ah, yes, it shall be
a night to remember,

a night of nights.
the most perfect

and most romantic
of all nights ever.

think of it, sultan,
if you help us with this,

you shall be
part of history.

no longer
will you be treated

like a footrest,

even though
you are a footrest.

oh, thank you, sultan.

you don't know how happy
this makes us.

and so,
she has triumphed, eh?

and this flirt
not only steals my love,

she steals him

on the most important
of all nights!

the night which
should have been mine!

if i cannot have that joy,

no one shall.

yes, oui,that's it.

carefully, now.

don't cut
all the way through.

yes, perfect.

[sinister laugh]

now i have done
all i can do.

there is nothing left
for me here.

fifi,
where are you going?

oh, nowhere. heh...

[whispers] vixen.

i beg your pardon?

oh, nothing.

[whispers] backstabber.

ah, there you are,
my love.

lumiere.

are you ready?

for what?

for the wonderful evening
i have planned

for the two of us.

uh, um, uh,

which two?

you and me, of course.

heh. oh.

it's our anniversary.

is it?

why, uh, i'd
totally forgotten.

shall we begin?

oh, lumiere.

[both playing]

[music stops]

ahh.

this'll be a night
to remember.

hmm. it sure will.

[happy music playing]

lumiere: look at
my nervous little dear,

fluttery as a sparrow.

you've always
done that to me. heh.

[sleigh bumps]
oh!

snow is on the ground,

a frigid winter chill
is in the air,

and still
my sweet feels warm.

you set my very heart
aflame, heh. ahh.

[gasps]

[creaking]

relax, my love.

everything will be
all right.

[sighs] yes.

i believe it will.

heh heh heh heh.

ho ho ho.

ah, lumiere.

what a fool
i've been.

but a fool
for love,

and there is
no better kind.

[fifi sighs]

and now, my fifi,

there is something
i wish to tell you.

yes, lumiere?

on this most perfect
of evenings...

this, uh, this wonderful
night with you

and me and the moon,

and the sleigh...
ohh!

[snap]

lumiere: and the--the--
and the moon.

did i say "the moon"?
oh!

and--sultan?!

where is sultan?

[panting]

mmm?

oh--oh--oh!

who's driving
this thing?

uh, i was rather hoping
you'd know the answer

to that, old chap.

lumiere: you must
stop us at once!

well, sir, i was designed
to serve punch,

not ferry people about
in the snow.

rather new to this,
you know!

[barks]

oh, my brave one!
what shall we do?

there is only
one thing to do.

we must scream like
bloodless cowards.

help!
aah!

help!
aah!

[barks]

[soft scream]

listen. it sounds
like lumiere

calling for help.

i believe it is.

hmm. fancy that.

i shouldn't think
he'd need help.

but, mrs. potts,
he's in trouble.

they're all in trouble.
come--quickly!

[barking]

not that way,
mon ami!

any way
but that way!

i say, this isn't
likely to end

well at all, is it?

lean to the left,
my love.

[barks]

oh, my word!

that doesn't look
safe at all.

what shall we do now?

now? i believe
we shall perish.

[whimpers]

[gasp]

fifi, lumiere!

whoa!
whoa!

[crash]

hold on, lumiere!

considering the option,

i have no intention
of doing otherwise.

ping!

aah...

lumiere, save us!

i would
if i could!

aah!

lumiere!

don't let go,
my love!

i have an idea.

[cracking]

oh! this is
all my fault.

if only i had
trusted you.

you must know
i love you

from the very
bottom

of my heart,
mon cher.

yes. and i--

yes?

i--
i'm listening!

i...

i am not going
anywhere!

get a tight hold
and don't let go.

one moment,
if you will.

i--oh--oh, no!

oh, my--
no, no, no!

well, the words--
they escape me.

tell me, lumiere!

you--you are my one,
my only, uh--

you are heaven-sent,
a beautiful angel--

oh, fifi,
plainly and simply,

i love you.

you do?

i do.

whoa!
whoa!

whoa!
whoa!

oh!

[all talk]

belle: oh, i'm so glad
you're safe.

i'm afraid
our anniversary

was far from perfect.

it has been
an evening

i shall
never forget.

do you suppose things
will be all right now?

i mean,
she seems happy.

sometimes things are
just as they seem.

[music plays]

the weather
has been dreadful.

never in all my years
can i remember

a sun more reluctant
to show itself.

not a single ray
in weeks.

mrs. potts,
are you all right?

hmm? oh, yes.

forgive me, dear.

i'm afraid
these gray skies

have got me
feeling blue.

melancholy.

a pitiful,
dejected mood.

uh, yes.
thank you, webster.

[sighs]

my mother was affected
by the weather.

my father, too.

perhaps a little rest
would make you feel better.

don't let this silly
little mood i'm in

worry you, dear.
i'll get over it.

after all,
the grayer the day,

the more my tea
soothes the soul.

care for a spot?

sounds wonderful.

don't tell me
it's cold.

i'm afraid you forgot
to add tea.

it's just warm water.

[gasps]

forgot to add tea?

i've never been
so embarrassed.

don't be so hard
on yourself.

everyone
makes mistakes.

i must be losing
me mind.

maybe you really should
get some rest.

oh, i'm no good to
anyone in this state.

try my room.
it's nice and quiet.

who knows? you might
wake up a new teapot.

ahh...thank you, love.

[beast snores]

cogsworth: i'm afraid
all this precipitation

has triggered
some terrible leaks.

he was up
on the castle roof

repairing them
all last night.

didn't catch
a wink of sleep.

lumiere: best to let
him sleep, then.

yes, i'm certainly not
going to wake him.

why, i'd rather wake
a bear in hibernation.

and advise us,
please,

when this awful
weather will stop.

witherspoon,
dispatch this at once.

[groans]

ohh.
ohh.

oh!

so sorry.

she's normally the most
cheerful soul in the castle.

why, just this morning

she sat here
at the table

looking so gloomy,

i--i didn't know
what to say.

i've sent in inquiry
to a friend of mine

who claims to be able
to predict the weather.

maybe he'll know when
our erratic teapot

will be back to normal.

that's very
considerate of you,

but we shouldn't
wait

for the weather
to cheer her up.

we should do it
ourselves.

of course!

couldn't have
said it

better myself.

i can't count
the number of times

she's been there
when i needed her,

to listen to me,

to cheer me up
when i'm sad.

she's been like
a mother to me.

me, too!

ha ha!

everyone knows

she's the heart
of this castle.

i most heartedly
agree with belle.

we must act.
we must take this

bull of depression
by the horns,

wrestle it to the ground,

and pummel it
into submission!

actually,
i had something

a little more fun
in mind.

how about a party?

a party?!

we're gonna throw
a party for mama!

a small affair,

just to let her know
we love her.

and we must have
a cake.

an occasion
of this sort

simply shouts
for one.

chef bouche,
could you whip up

a little something?

"a little something?"

mademoiselle, chef bouche
does not do"little."

no, no,
of course you don't.

i--i said "little"
because i thought

that only a master
such as yourself

could create
a little masterpiece.

a cake that
in its simplicity

would be elegant
and delectable.

chef bouche
would be delighted.

now,
unless i'm mistaken,

angel's food
is her favorite.

your heart is

in the right place,
mon ami,

but devil's food

is mrs. potts'
favorite cake.

lumiere's right.

mrs. potts
is a saucy soul.

she likes
the devil's food.

chaud, with all due
respect, my love,

i must side with

monsieur cogsworth
on this.

the cake should be
angel's food.

oh, that is
just like you.

you always think
you're right.

of course
i am right.

i am the right hand,
am i not?

don't start your word games
with me, tr��s. i--

silence!

chef bouche
will not have

such discord
on his staff!

we can decide
all this later.

after all,
working together

to plan this party
is half the fun.

fun until
monsieur know-it-all--

don't start, chaud.

i shall whip up

the necessary
ingredients--

under your direction,
of course.

cogsworth: might i also
suggest music to accompany

the presentation
of the cake?

good idea! we shall
choose a melody

that enhances
the mood.

well, then.
i'll leave it to you two

to select the music.

oh, and we mustn't
forget flowers--

always the way
to a woman's heart.

i certainly hope
none of this activity

will wake the master.

right now a mardi gras
wouldn't wake him.

he'll sleep all day,
and i don't blame him.

after all that work
on the roof,

i myself would be
out like a light.

remember, not a word
of this to your mother.

ok, don't worry.

my lips are sealed.

[laughs]

[tuba and concertina
music plays]

concertina, that's
a sharp in measure 4.

tubalu, let's try
up an octave.

right.

[gasps]

maestro,
i could use a break.

these lively french
melodies are murder.

what?!
i'll give you a break

when you play it right.

[door creaks, shuts]

what was that
infernal racket?

i'm surprised you don't
recognize the work

of the maestro
michel de la land.

i thought the circus
had come to town.

ha ha ha ha.
well said, that.

dreadful piece.
completely inappropriate.

you, i suppose,
have something better.

well, yes,
as a matter of fact,

i shall be composing

an original symphony
for the event,

an opus of sorts.

what do you think?

i think you're wound up
a little too tight.

be that as it may,
tubalu and concertina

have already agreed
to perform my piece.

[wheezes]

well, cogsworth did
approach us first, lumiere.

but we made no promise
to him exclusively.

we can play
for both of you.

there isn't time.

the cake is rolled in,
and that's it.

very well, then.
we'll both prepare.

lumiere: and let belle
decide who will conduct.

angel's food.

devil's food!

mixer:
please, my friends,

a little cooperation--

for the sakes
of our jobs!

please!
i beg of you,

if the chef
overhears such--

what is going on here?

[screams]

nothing, sir.

proceeding
with blending, sir.

stop with this incessant
bickering at once.

now get back to work!

angel's food.
devil's food.

ah, so much
to choose from!

lilies--

now there's a flower
that makes a statement.

yes, "welcome
to the funeral."

that's the statement.

but roses--

ah, they are
a different story.

fine,
do as you will.

i'm picking lilies.

[cogsworth hums]

cogsworth:
oh! oh, i...

ah, mrs. potts,

up and around,
are you?

there's only so much rest
one can have in a day.

my, what lovely lilies.

whoever are they for?

the--why, uh--

they're, uh--
the master, of course.

the master?
you can't be serious.

oh...
flowers have become

quite important
to his eminence.

he requested lilies
be brought

to his room at once--
demanded it, in fact.

how very strange.

in all my years,
he's never shown

the slightest
interest in them.

obviously,
he's turned over,

um, a new leaf--
ha ha ha.

ahh, too bad--
can't wake him.

we'll have to
do it later.

nah, don't be silly.
he's out like a log.

we'll just place them
about quietly.

this is going
to look lovely.

belle: chef bouche,
what is it?

are you all right?

oh! these 2 mitts--

they're driving me
crazy, you know.

oh, please, please.

someone
take them off

chef bouche's
delicate hands.

angel's food.
devil's food.

are you two
still bickering?

ok, look.

what if we have
a 2-layer cake, hmm?

one layer can be
angel's food.

the other can be
devil's food.

hmm, it has--

possibilities.

please, all of you,
try to work together.

this should be fun.

and we're running
out of time.

in fact, let's find
lumiere and cogsworth

and tell them
the same thing.

[chef grumbles]

"work together"--
bah!

has she not heard

that too many cooks
spoil the broth?

why won't everybody
work together?

you need my mama
for that.

you are so right, chip.

and to think
she's the one person

we can't tell
about the party.

well, there's
irony for you.

oh, i wouldn't give him
any ironing, dear.

he's just a teacup.

"irony," chandeliera,
not "ironing."

oh, yes. ahem.
ha ha.

cogsworth: then,
for the last repeat,

descend in half steps,

still playing pizzicato,
to e-sharp,

ending with a flourish
on the harp.

we don't have a harp.

well, flourish
on the tuba, then.

now for my fifth
movement...

get those roses
to the parlor

before mrs. potts
sees you.

she's up
and about now.

cogsworth:
ah, but it's too late.

she's coming. hide.

hide.
if she sees those,

you'll have to take them
to the master.

why would he
have to do that?

it's a long story.

mrs. potts:
hello, everyone.

good day,
mrs. potts.

sorry the weather
hasn't changed.

i'm trying to keep
me chin up, but--

is that a rose?

indeed.

why, there's another
and another.

lumiere,

what are you doing
with all those flowers?

w-what do you
think i'm doing?

more flowers
for the master?

why, uh, yes.

[beast snores]

mrs. potts: oh, i hope
that'll make him happy.

[chuckling]
yes, and thanks very much

for your, ha ha, help,
mrs. potts.

oh, you're most welcome.

i'm glad
to be able to do

something to help
around here.

come along, chip.
time for your bath.

someone want
to explain to me

what's going on?

he started it.
he started it.

oh!

roses were too obvious
a choice.

roses say,
"i love you"

in a way lilies
can only dream of.

well, because of
your bickering,

mrs. potts
won't have either.

oh, i can only imagine
what he's going to think.

[grumbles]

[sniffs]

mmm...

because my music
is superior.

lumiere's has no
sense of time!

and yours, my friend,
has no emotion.

all the more reason

you two
should work together.

you each have something
to offer the other.

yes. for example,
i have talent.

keep it. i wouldn't
want to take

the little
that you have.

i have heard enough.

this party isn't
about either of you.

it's about our
dear friend mrs. potts,

and fighting isn't going

to make her feel
any better.

[door shuts]

[cogsworth sings]

and here, mm-hmm,

as the cake enters
the parlor,

it builds
majestically.

perhaps i could offer

a slight suggestion
with the melody.

witherspoon!

our weather
prediction.

aha!

cogsworth:
no, wait!

no!
not the music!

oh, no!

my masterpiece!

that was deliberate!

no, i swear!

cross my heart
and hope to melt.

you'll be sorry
for this!

but it was
an accident.

aah!

chef: enough!

now the devil's food.

my, you all look
so efficient.

chef bouche has things
under control.

soon the batters
will be ready to bake.

warm the oven.

i'm so glad to see you
all working together.

keep it up.

tr��s.

we both wanted this cake
to be angel's food, right?

oh, but yes!

a heavenly taste for
a heavenly creature.

yes, but we compromised
for lumiere and chaud.

thus, the unfortunate
devil's food layer.

but what if the angel's
food half were larger

than the devil's food?

what?!
you want to make

our side
of the cake larger?

shh. yes.

think how grand
it would be,

especially
next to that

bland angel food
catastrophe

cogsworth and tr��s
forced upon us.

tr��s may be my husband,
but he has no taste.

i couldn't agree
more.

all i'm saying is,

add a few
extra eggs...

some baking soda, hmm?
little yeast, perhaps.

ahh! it would be huge!

have you seen
mrs. potts?

the coast is clear,
dearie.

i've got a problem--
the flowers.

somehow
they ended up

with the beast
in his room.

oh, dear me!

no telling how
the master will react,

though i'm sure
you've noticed

things he doesn't
understand

have a tendency
to enrage him.

that's the last thing
mrs. potts needs right now.

[beast snores]

[grumbles]

[grumbles]

huh!

goodness, child!

you look like you've
just seen a ghost

or a beast, ha ha.

that was foolish.
i almost woke him.

well, did you get
the flowers?

almost.

oh, dear.

well, maybe
we won't have

any flowers
for the party,

but i'm sure
chef bouche's cake

will turn out
beautifully.

hope springs eternal,
heh heh.

chef: help, someone!

the cake--she has gone
terribly wrong!

oh, no! i think
i overdid it!

i think
i overdid it, too!

you mean...

uh-oh.

typical, the left hand
has no idea

what the right hand
is doing.

help!
someone, help!

cogsworth, lumiere,
hurry! hurry!

[groans]

it won't budge.

pull harder!

look out!

[explosion]

what on earth
happened?

chef bouche's cake
was destroyed

by saboteurs!

[groans]

[groans]

why am i not surprised?

it's all his fault!

he and tr��s ruined
my exquisite cake

with the blasphemous
angel's food.

after you and chaud
destroyed my masterpiece

by insisting on that
infernal devil's food.

chef: that is it!

there shall be no cake!

what? no cake
for mama's party?

what?

oops.

we wanted
to cheer you up, but--

i'm afraid this doesn't
cheer me up one bit.

[sighs] if anything,
i feel worse.

belle: here,
let's get you by a fire.

but--but what about
the party?

i'm afraid there
won't be one, chip.

chip:
i don't understand.

why no party?

i'm the one
responsible.

i'm so, so sorry.

don't fret, dear.

your intentions were good.

it just pains me
to see such fighting

among those
so dear to me.

i know.

please try not
to think about it now.

try to relax.

i hope you're not
too disappointed, chip,

but a party should be
a happy occasion,

not one that turns friends
against each other.

i understand.

lumiere: once again,

we've made fools
of ourselves.

and disappointed
a good friend.

we must show belle
we can do it.

we must show her that
we can throw a party

without arguing.

or blowing
anything up,

ha ha ha.

perhaps, if
we give our most

sincere apologies
to chef bouche,

he might bake us
another cake.

it's worth a try.

even he can't
stay mad forever.

then it is settled.

the party must go on!

what in heaven's name?

surprise!

[gasps] oh, my!

mesdames et messieurs,

it is a pleasure for me
to stand before you

with my good friend
and colleague

in honor
of this great lady.

mrs. potts has given us
the most important gift

anyone can offer--
true friendship.

[clanging]

we want you to know how much
we all love you, mrs. potts.

i'm speechless!

lumiere: your good cheer
is priceless.

cogsworth:
timeless, too. heh.

we're lost without you.

mrs. potts: thank you.

thank you all.

and this is so wonderful,
all the more so

because you did it together.

all: look!

look how beautiful.

the sun.

that should
cheer you up.

oh, but you already have.

each and every one of you.

[groaning]

[sniffing]

hmm? hmm.

mm. hmm?

ah-ah-ah--

aaaah-choo!

[music playing]

belle:?? did you ever wonder
what it's like ??

?? to wonder from a different
point of view? ??

?? to try and see life
differently ??

?? while doing what
somebody else might do? ??

?? imagine seeing through
a set of different eyes ??

?? you just might be
surprised ??

?? you just might realize ??

?? that somebody
might be wondering ??

?? and wonder what it's like
to be like you ??

?? a little thought ??

?? a little care ??

?? a little "when you ever
need me, i'll be there" ??

?? a little give ??

?? a little take ??

?? a little "it's ok
to make a small mistake" ??

?? a little time ??

?? a little space ??

?? a little chance to help
somebody find their place ??

?? it isn't much,
but it means a lot ??

?? it's not a little thing
to have a little thought ??

?? a little thought ??

?? a little care ??

?? a little "when you ever
need me, i'll be there" ??

?? a little give,
a little take ??

[snap]

?? a little "it's ok
to make a small mistake" ??

?? a little time ??

?? a little space ??

?? a little chance to help
somebody find their place ??

?? it isn't much ??

?? but it means a lot ??

?? it's not a little thing
to have a little thought ??

[music stops]

[music playing]

[wind whistling]

beast: cogsworth,
where are you?!

co-o-o-ogsworth!

you, uh, bellowed, sir?

the girl will join me
for lunch tomorrow.

excellent idea, sir,

perhaps a string quartet
to provide m--

there should be music.

lovely touch.

and...
fresh flowers.

[laughs] if i have to grow them
in my room overnight.

i want the best linens.

naturally.
the finest china.

goes without saying.

and matchless silver.

nothing less.de rigueur.
most certainly.

and my cape
is still torn!

[grunts]

but i sent
the sewing basket up

a week ago.

i--i--i have no idea why--

cogsworth,

are you losing control
of your staff?

[high voice]
me, sir? no, sir.

heavens, no.

see that you don't.

[ominous music playing]

and, uh...

what does master wish
for his luncheon?

perfection.

nothing less.

[shrieks]

wardrobe: really,
master's a lovely fellow,

if you can overlook
a few things...

oh!

like his personality,
his appearance,

his manners,
personal hygiene,

taste in clothes,

no sense of humor
whatsoever,

and that breath!
well, it--

ah-ah-choo!

oh, what brought
that on?

the only thing
i'm allergic to

is b-b-bi-bi-bi--

a bird. look.

[doors slamming] oh, my!
oh, me! oh, dear!

oh, the master,
he will--oh!

he doesn't care
for animals much.

but it's only
a tiny bird.

the master likes birds
least of all.

you can't be serious.

beast, banging on door:
hello? are you in there?

oh! oh, do something
with it, my dear, quickly.

quickly, dear!

oh, no, not there,
of all places!

beast: if you're there,
open the door!

oh. um,

what took you
so long?

[sneezing]

[sneezing]

[drawers rattle]

[sighs]

ok, heh,

who's wearing cashmere?

there's cashmere
in the room. [laughs]

is it me, or is it
really hot in here?

[growls]

ahem, ahem.
uh, the invita--

the invita-a--
yes.

the invitation,
master.

oh, yes.

you're having lunch
with me!

[cuckoo]
am i?

you are.

i am not.

[clears throat]

perhaps the master
might be

a bi-i-i-i-t
more gracious.

why should i?

[mumbles]

precisely my point.

you--well,
you shouldn't.

she's out of line.

where was she raised,
in a barn? ha ha ha.

she is new
to the castle, sire.

a--ahem--certain courtesy

might be afforded her.

hmm. as always,

you're--hmm--right,
mrs. potts.

heh. apple polisher.

perhaps you will
join me for lunch,

if you have
no other plans.

i hardly have plans.

but since you put it
that way,

i accept.

you see?
it's all in the asking.

mademoiselle,
you'll be expected

at exactly 12:00 sharp,
on the dot, precisely.

[jingles]

[sniffing] hmm.

what is that smell?

uh, smell?
uh, what smell?

uh, i don't smell any bird.
did i say bird?

i mean, brr.
brr? brr!

brr! brrrrrrr!

ooh! [laughs]

is it me, or is it
really cold in here?

[growls] i know
i smell something.

no, i'm--i'm afraid
it's just the sock drawer.

[laughs] yeah,

i've been meaning
to air it out. ha ha.

wardrobe: oh, we are
talking close. ha ha.

one more step
from the big guy,

and i'd have been history.
firewood! ha ha.

life flashing
before my eyes,

heart pumping like mad.
whoo! what a rush!

what could he
possibly have

against a little bird
like this?

well, it's beautiful,
lovely, and sweet.

everything he's not.

oh, no, his wing.
it's broken.

mrs. potts: i thought
something was amiss, miss.

mrs. potts!
i--that--we--

[laughs] i--

don't get your drawers
in an uproar, love.

your secret's safe
with me.

[bird twittering]

oh, dear thing.

he has had a rough time,
hasn't he?

how can we help?

he looks funny

with a stick
under his arm.

[tweet]
[laughs]

it's a splint, chip,

to hold the wing in place
while it heals.

[laughs] his feathers
are tickling me.

are you ready
for me yet, dear?

not too warm, is it?

i've given a bath or two
in my time, love.

she makes me take one
most every day,

whether i need it
or not.

all right then,
here we go.

cogsworth: attention.
straighten that line out.

that file is rank.
ahem. hey, hey, hey.

settle down,
time is wasting.

now, i suppose
you're all wondering

why you're all here today.

well, you're here
because i summoned you,

because, heh heh,
when cogsworth speaks,

people listen.

but enough about me.
[chuckles]

assuming, of course,
there could ever be

enough about me.

now, as you know,
the master has requested--

lumiere: oh ho ho ho.

lumiere.

will you stop
chasing her?

that, monsieur,
is my one goal in life.

ahem. as i was saying--

[clinking]

do you mind?

thank you.

as i wa--

that will do!

as i--

[happy music playing]

people!

people, people, people!

hey!

i simply do not
understand.

the cutlery's
cutting up,

the dishes won't
heed my wishes.

even the goose p��t?
won't obey.

there, there, love.
let me help you.

[train whistle]

all right, then,
my dears,

we really must
be getting on

with our chores.

the master's having
belle to lunch, and--

[mumbles]
and i will tolerate

nothing less
than perfection.

now, the first order
of business--

[happy music playing]

again? [whines]

may i?

come on, now.

let's get a move on,
shall we?

dishes to the kitchen
for a scrubbing.

silverware,
off you go for a polish.

linens, well, let's get
those wrinkles out.

everyone else,
you know what to do.

but--but--but i--

why did they do--

what did you exactly--

it's all in knowing
how to talk to them.

nice and sweet like.

nice and sweet, indeed.

it's this mollycoddling

which has made them such
a discipline problem.

they need to be brought
back under control.

that is what they need,

and i have
the firm little hand

that can bring that about.
[door slams]

[wind blows]

where is she?

i don't know, sir.

um, what time is it?

i don't know, sir.

you don't know?

of course i know.
ha ha ha.

i am, after all,
the, uh, clock,

and it is exactly--
[dong]

oh. 12:07 p.m.

[roars and snarls]

per-ha-haps she's still,
uh, dressing.

best be a better reason
than that.

[chirping]

[chirping]

now then,
are you hungry?

i am hungry!

[boing]

perhaps she thought
i meant...

12:00 midnight?
for lunch?!

might i suggest, sire,
that you sit patiently--

perhaps a quick game
of solitaire--

and wait for the girl--

i'm going to go get her!

no one, but no one,

pays the least bit of
attention to a word i say!

i'll show them.

i shall sit here.

let them get by without me
for a while.

maybe then they'll listen
to a few--

are you coming
or not?

aah! right behind you, sire.

merely stopped
to tie my shoes.

[laughs] and since
i don't wear shoes,

it took a bit longer
than i expected.

rest is what you need.

what's keeping you?!

[twitters]

oh, yes, heh.

i forgot
all about you.

you...forgot?

well, i--

you see, i, uh--

the truth is, i found
a bird today, and--

you found a what?

it's a bird.
he was wounded.

that makes
no difference.

there are
no such creatures

allowed
in my castle.

you will get rid
of it immediately.

i'll do nothing
of the sort.

you won't?
well, of course, you--

he needs me.

i'm taking care
of him.

i bathed him,
bandaged him,

fed him, and--

you were supposed
to eat with me.

he's had
a serious injury.

he needs my attention.

i want that bird
out of my castle....

but--
now!

[twitters and shrieks]

come back here!

somebody catch
that thing.

yes, of course.
uh, catching, sir.

i-i-i'm getting it.
no, to your left.

no, no, no, move away.
over there.

let me reach.

i can't quite grab it.

uhh! [growls]

[gasps]

[grunting and growling]

oh, no!

[jingles]

is he all right?

i think so.

please...

please, wake up.

oh, let's don't gather
too qu--

[gasps] master.

[twittering]

[moans]

[sighs]

hmm.

that's...beautiful.

heh. i was trying
to tell you.

such a wonderful
sound.

[snarls]

the bird must never
leave the castle.

i'll keep him in a cage
in the parlor.

but he'll
be well soon.

he's no longer
your concern.

you can't keep him
in a cage.

he needs to be free.

he is free...

to sing for me.

i won't let you!

it is not your place
to talk that way to me.

the bird is mine.

i've spoken, and there's
no more to be said.

i'll be taking lunch
in the parlor.

he can't do this.

mrs. potts:
don't lose hope, love.

once you've lost that,

you've lost everything.

cogsworth: our luncheon
is to be rescheduled

for 1:00 in the--
[clinking]

that's it.

if you two
cannot cut the mustard,

your services
will not be required.

[zing]

oh, cogsworth.

they're only
young children.

a couple of, uh, cutups.

i do not seek your advice.

to the silver drawer
with the both of you.

you are not castle caliber.

perhaps you'd like
to join them?

from now on,

this is how things shall be,

for i, and i alone,

am in charge.

what's the matter
with you?

why don't you sing?

look lively, now.

that's it.

i don't have
all day.

now sing.

cogsworth:
perhaps--ahem--

if you sang,
sir,

the bird
might sing, too.

hmm. yes.

that's a good idea.

you do it.

[cuckoo]
[gulps]

you're jo--uh, me?

but i--[laughing]

i'm tone-deaf.

i know absolutely
nothing about music,

except, obviously,
how to keep time.

sing.

[clears throat]
yes, singing.

[singing off key]

beast: that's--
that's terrible.

enough.

enough! go get belle!

your wish is my command.
whatever your heart desires,

i will always--
go!

i'm gone.

[clears throat]

[humming]

[sighs]

you're never gonna sing
for me, are you?

the master requests
your presence

in the parlor
immediately,

if not sooner.

i'm busy.

you are? well,
be that as it may,

madame, and i doubt
if it is,

you are to come with me
at this moment.

oh, very well.

[chirping]

why won't you sing for me?!
you're staying in my castle.

the least you could do
is sing!

why do you yell
at the poor thing

as if you own him?

i command him to sing.
why won't he?

because he isn't
happy.

do you think you'd sing
if you were in a cage?

he must obey me!

why don't you
let him out?

he'd get away.

would you blame him?
i would, too, if--[gasps]

if only you'd treat him
with respect,

he'll be happy.

if he's happy, he'll sing.

no! this bird shall sing
for my pleasure,

and mine alone.

it is my order.

your orders, sir,
are words and words alone.

they have no meaning
to the bird, or me!

[doors slam]

[beast roars]

how dare she speak
to me like that?

[snarls]

[sighs]

oh!

i can hardly see the spout
in front of me face.

my word, dearie.

what's become
of your flame?

[sighs]
no light from me

can brighten
the black darkness

which has befallen
our castle.

belle: do you think you'd sing
if you were in a cage?

[shrieks and twitters]

[growls]

[doors echo]

[gasps]

beast: the time has come.

[chirping]

[chirping]

we must see
if you've healed.

all right, then.

you must go free.

[bells toll]

[struggles] quiet!
hush! stop that now!

uh, perhaps master
should keep a tighter grip

on the creature, lest he,
you know, fly off

into the castle.

that isn't necessary.

ah, knocked the fight
right out of him,

eh, have you? ha ha.

no.

he stays because
he trusts me.

heh. isn't it amazing?

uh...mm-hmm.

come, watch.

go on, now. fly.

[chirps]

[laughs]

[shrieks and twitters]

[both gasp]

[dramatic music playing]

[shrieks]

[gasps] oh, my heavens, no.

i must save him.

[gasps]

[struggling]

master! uhh!

aaaaaah-haaa!

cogsworth:
i wonder, if you--heh--

have the time, might you
be able to save us as well?

in a minute, cogsworth.

cogsworth: oh, no.
no--no problem, really.

i wasn't going
anywhere...i hope.

mrs. potts!

[struggling]

hold on!

i have no intention
of disobeying.

ah, now i remember.

i had meant
to have that cape mended.

[screaming]

cogsworth!

[all gasp]

can you forgive me,
my friends?

i thought i might
demand your respect,

rather than earn it.

ah, i suppose
it's fitting

that i should end up
this way.

alone, helpless...

aaah!

and now it would seem
my time has run out!

aaaaaaah!

[boing]

my, how time flies.

hmm. [laughs]

[happy music playing]

very good.

nicely done.

you're looking
wonderful.

ah--ah--ah. let me
give you a hand.

it's your friend.
huh?

[twittering]

he's come back.

lumiere: ahh...

love is most definitely
in the air.

cogsworth: and it begins,
uh, lumiere,

with trust,
with mutual respect.

as i have always said,

all relationships must be
firmly based on that.

one must build
on a firm foundation

of trust and respect

in order to flourish
and flow,

nourish and grow,

always attentive
to the needs of the other,

and honesty.

utter honesty
is the key...

[music playing]