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Look what I found in a trunk of linens,

Your Highness.

Wow, fancy.

Yes, indeed.

It's made of pure silk by Gunhilde the Irritable.

The finest seamstress of our time.

A wasted life for hundreds of silk worms,

I'm afraid.

What do you mean?

That dress was meant for a very special occasion...

that never happened.

Not for lack of trying.

What occasion?

Princess Gretta's coming-of-age ball.

coming-of-age ball, coming-of-age ball,

coming-of-age ball, coming-of-age ball.

Well, that was freaky.

Exactly what is a... a, you know.

Ah, it is a momentous event

where a noble youth is presented at court.

We have no time for such frivolities

when our lives are in constant peril.

Now, Highness,

I know we're living in barbaric times,

where common manners have been cast aside,

but we mustn't abandon our decorum.

You are a princess.

You must have your ball.

But what if another siege befalls us,

or we have to flee again?

Or one of my fellows poisons the appetizers again

and all of my guests fall dead on the dance floor?

That happened?

Mm.

No, Baldric, a ball is simply not in my stars.

Or maybe it is, in your stars.

Here.

Oh.

The Sweetheart's Ball?

Yeah, at Woodside High.

You can have your coming-of-age thing there.

Oh.

I suppose.

Look, and they still need volunteers

for the planning committee.

Yes, yes, there is much to plan.

Sure.

Should I sign us up?

Mm.

Mm?

All right.

Ah-ha-ha-ha!

Oh!

Yes!

Okay, so about a thousand years ago

there was this princess, Gretta.

And she was in big trouble

because she had lots of enemies and not a lot of friends.

So her court magician, Baldric, cast the champion spell.

It put everyone in the woods to sleep

until a champion would come, break the spell with his kiss

and deal with Gretta's big, scary enemies.

But that guy never showed up.

Instead,

Ahh!

they got me.

Ah!

Ow!

Hm.

The hall looks adequate.

Ah, you must be Mr. Baldric,

our parent party planner.

Uh, yeah, Bal-- uh, M-Mr. Baldric,

this is Chad.

Mm.

Well, uh, we are all here,

so let the first meeting of the uh,

Sweetheart's Party Ball Planning Committee begin.

Here, here.

What, pray, is a sweetheart's ball?

I assume sweet hearts will be served,

duck hearts perhaps.

Or quail.

Her Highness requests that the sweet hearts be quail.

Uh, you know what,

let's sidebar that conversation for now and let's pick a theme.

Absolutely.

We're thinking 80s or disco, under the sea...

It must be a proper royal ball.

Yeah, that's cool, right?

Like, like medieval times.

With minstrels and acrobats.

A spit with a roasting beast,

and barrels of mead.

Or lemonade?

I got it, I got it.

Um,

Come one, come all

to Woodside's Sweethearts Royal Ball.

Oh, very nice, Master Chad, very nice.

Lovely.

All in favor?

Cool.

All hands on deck!

All right, here's the plan.

This is where the mead stall will be,

over here we'll have the weapons,

who has an ox we can use?

Here's where we'll have the roast beast.

So, I just talked to the fire marshal

and that is a hard no on the fire pit

and the torches and the--

But, but how shall we roast our venison

if we have no fire pit?

Well, the Swine and Slosh Tavern

can roast it on their premises and bring it on kebabs.

And how do we achieve elegant ambience

without torches?

Two thousand feet of twinkle lights?

Twinkle lights?

What's amiss?

Our plans have been thwarted

by the Marshal of Fires.

Oh, and he also nixed the candlestick jumping and um--

How could the man object

to children leaping over flames?

Uhhhh...

You did tell him

that this is Princess Gretta's coming-of-age ball.

That was a large gust of wind

that just blew through this entirely windowless room.

Very strange.

It seems any time anyone says--

Don't say it.

You're right, Highness.

Most peculiar.

Shall we have to cancel the ball again?

Assuredly not.

I give you my word,

you shall have your coming-of-age ball.

Can we agree to stop saying that?

Master Chad!

Yes, Mr. Baldric? Come hither!

About the trapeze--

Trapeze?

Yes, the man atop the trapeze

should fly right over the fire breather,

but not so close as to catch ablaze.

We learned that lesson, didn't we?

Ha, yes.

Oh, yeah.

No, no, no, no, no fire breather.

Sorry.

Wha?

Fire Marshall.

And how are we to entertain the common folk

with a jester who breathes no fire?

Hm?

The guys juggles, that's cool, right?

Oh, he juggles.

Juggles.

Yeah, Mr. Baldric,

we actually had to nix the trapeze artist.

Well the room just doesn't have the proper rigging points.

No trapeze?

Yeah, no.

And about the dwarf acrobats--

The what?

Wha, wha, what of them?!

No, no, no, no, no, emphatically no!

If you are going to have acrobats,

then they are going to be of random body type.

Very well.

But it will hardly be a ball without dwarves!

How goes the building of the mead stall?

No!

No mead!

To the right, kick.

To the left, kick.

Forward steps,

to the right, kick.

And why are we doing this, again?

It's tradition.

The princess's first dance.

She chooses her most loyal knight

to be her partner.

It is quite an honor, Sir Dwight.

Oh, okay.

What do you think of this one, Your Highness?

Oh, it's a masterpiece.

Do you think you can achieve it?

I'll need practice, hm, four hours, possibly five.

No more than six.

Or you could just go to the salon.

But Baldric has fashioned my hair

for every major event of my life.

Really?

Mm.

Ah, ah.

This shall be my masterpiece.

Doors open in 30 minutes.

Perfect, let's ice the lemonade barrels first.

Have you seen Mr. Baldric?

I think he's doing Gretta's hair.

Cool.

Her Royal Highness, Princess Gretta... the Besieged.

Sir Dwight.

♪ Everyone's got something.

Hey.

You look great.

♪ Something no one else can do. ♪

Nice work, Baldric.

It's a masterpiece.

Ah.

♪ Something no one else can see. ♪

♪ And I want you.

Hm.

♪ I want you to know

♪ all I have is you.

♪ All I need is you.

♪ All I want is you.

I expected no less,

it's always something with this ball.

I have a suspicion.

I shudder to say it.

Just go for it,

I've probably never heard whatever this is.

A ghost.

Hey!

I've heard of that.

A ghost?

With a grievance.

Ahhhhhhhh!

Master Chad makes an excellent point.

It was not meant to be.

Come Baldric, let us eat mint chip ice cream

until we forget we ever wanted a ball.

Guys, no, it's gonna be okay.

How do you figure?

Well, I admit it's, it's a setback,

but we have time.

Twenty-five minutes.

Determination.

Why did we even try?

And the keys to the janitor's closet.

I got this.

You said that the ghost had a grievance, right?

Mm.

So why not ask it?

Ask it what?

Why it's got a beef with the Woodside Sweetheart's Ball.

Uh, pardon me, Mr. or Mrs. Ghost.

Ah!

We're not going to hurt you.

We want to help.

You're safe here.

What's your name?

Look!

Mirabel.

Everything will be perfect this time.

Perfect, perfect, perfect!

'Kay.

There must be venison,

and fire breathers and dwarves and barrels of mead.

Sounds like a proper ball.

Guys.

The ghost can touch things.

If a ghost is intent enough,

they can indeed take tangible form.

What's she so intent about?

Uh

What do you think, Gretta?

Ow!

Gretta?

No, this night is mine.

You okay, Gretta?

No Gretta, not tonight.

I must practice my dance.

Sir Isenbert.

Uh, uh.

Ah!

I fear I will not be ready in time.

I must practice.

Baldric!

Any ideas?

Gretta!

Stop saying my name,

every time you say my name I get slapped in the face!

This time Gretta will not be born.

She will not be.

Nothing wrong, this time.

So, yeah, she's got a personal grievance.

But why?

I don't even know this Mirabel.

Well, she knows you

and she wants you not to be born.

Most strange.

Wait, maybe that's it.

The day that Gre--ahh--

our princess friend here was born,

what do you remember about that day?

Very little.

Not you.

Baldric, what do you remember about that day?

Uh, I was in Eskitoff

at the home of the king's second cousin, Adelric.

He was giving...

a ball... for his daughter.

And that's where you heard the news

that Gretta had been born.

My bad.

At the ball is where everyone heard the news.

We drank to the health of the new princess

then we went to pay our respects to the king and queen.

Well, what about Adelric and his daughter,

did they go to the castle?

Yes, wait, no!

The girl died soon afterwards in an accident in the woods.

Her carriage was overturned.

Hey, it's me again.

Uh, is your father around?

Adelric?

He must be here somewhere.

Maybe he's gone to the castle?

No, no, no, no, no.

He mustn't!

I won't go in the woods!

I won't go into the carriage!

No!

Ah, ah.

I think Mirabel died the day you were born.

She must have been on her way from the ball

to the castle.

It's tragic.

Why don't we give her what she wants?

What she wants

is for you to have never been born.

No, she wants the ball she never got to have.

So, why don't we give it to her?

She shall have my ball.

Your ball?

But, Highness.

It is my royal gift by royal decree.

Mirabel?

Sir Isenbert?

Hey, yeah, it's me again.

I've come to ask the honor of escorting you to your ball.

Why, Sir Isenbert,

there's no one else I would prefer to escort me.

Great.

It starts in five minutes.

Five minutes!

But, nothing's ready.

It's time to pull off a miracle.

Dwight, what?

Wh-How?

♪ She's on fire.

♪ A thousand degrees.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ I'm feeling the beat.

♪ Like, oh!

The Honorable Mirabel of Eskitoff.

♪ ...burn the place down.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ A thousand degrees.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ I'm feelin' the heat.

♪ Like, oh.

♪ Somebody put her out.

♪ Like, oh.

♪ She'll burn the place down.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ A thousand degrees.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ I'm feeling the heat.

♪ Like, oh.

♪ Somebody put her out.

♪ Like, oh.

♪ She'll burn this place down.

♪ She's on fire.

♪ Fir-r-re

The ball draws to a close, I believe.

Did you have fun?

I mean, the juggler was cool.

And the venison, was, was a little gamey, but--

It was perfect.

Everything, exactly what I've longed for,

for so many years.

I'm sorry for what happened to you, Mirabel.

It was sad.

It wasn't fair and I'm sorry.

So is Gretta.

I know she is.

What is your name?

Dwight.

Thank you, Dwight.

She's gone?

You know, Gretta,

what you did tonight was pretty awesome.

I have done nothing but stay out of sight.

You know what I mean.

This was supposed to be your night.

This night was meant for Mirabel all along.

How oddly fate conspires.

Master Chad has invited me

to be the parent party planner for the Spring Fling.

Oh, good for you.

See Highness,

you will yet have your coming-of-age ball.

Oh.

Ah, ha.

Ah, hey,

the jugglers knocked down like 400 twinkle lights,

is there a way to fix that?

Uh, don't panic.

We just have to start a parallel strand.

Excuse me, sorry guys.

Highness, your first dance.

Would you care to dance, Baldric?