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? Ahh, ooh

? Cinderella

? You're as lovely as your name

? Cinderella

? You're a sunset in a frame

? Though you're dressed in rags

? You wear an air of queenly grace

? Anyone can see

? A throne would be your proper place

? Cinderella

? If you give your heart a chance

? It will lead you

To the kingdom of romance

? There you'll see your dreams unfold

? Cinderella

? In the sweetest story

? Ever told ?

NARRATOR: Once upon a time,
in a faraway land,

there was a tiny kingdom,

peaceful, prosperous,
and rich in romance and tradition.

Here, in a stately chateau,

there lived a widowed gentleman

and his little daughter, Cinderella.

Although he was
a kind and devoted father,

and gave his beloved child
every luxury and comfort,

still, he felt she needed
a mother's care.

And so, he married again,

choosing for his second wife
a woman of good family,

with two daughters
just Cinderella's age,

by name, Anastasia and Drizella.

It was upon the untimely death
of this good man, however,

that the stepmother's
true nature was revealed.

Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous

of Cinderella's charm and beauty,

she was grimly determined
to forward the interests

of her own two awkward daughters.

Thus, as time went by,

the chateau fell into disrepair.

For the family fortunes
were squandered

upon the vain and selfish stepsisters,

while Cinderella was abused,
humiliated,

and finally forced
to become a servant in her own house.

And yet, through it all,

Cinderella remained
ever gentle and kind.

For with each dawn,
she found new hope that someday

her dreams of happiness
would come true.

Well, it serves you right,
spoiling people's best dreams.

Yes, I know it's a lovely morning,

but it was a lovely dream, too.

What kind of a dream?

Mmm-mmm. Can't tell.

'Cause if you tell a wish,
it won't come true.

And, after all. . .

? A dream is a wish

? Your heart makes

? When you're fast asleep

? In dreams you will lose

? Your heartaches

Shh.

? Whatever you wish for

? You keep

? Have faith

? In your dreams and someday

? Your rainbow
will come smiling through

? No matter how your heart is grieving

? If you keep on believing

? The dream that you wish

? Will come true ?

Oh, that clock.

Old killjoy.

I hear you. "Come on, get up," you say.

Time to start another day.

Even he orders me around.

Well, there's one thing.

They can't order me to stop dreaming.

And perhaps someday. . .

? The dreams that I wish

? Will come true ?

? Da dum da da dum
Bum bum bum

? La da da da bum dum
Ba dee

? Ba dum dum ba dum dum
Ba dee

? La la la la la la
La la

Ahhh

? No matter how your heart is grieving

? If you keep on believing

? The dream that you wish

? Will come true ?

- Look what I found.
- Over there, Cinderella.

- Wait a minute.

One at a time, please.

Now, Jaq, what's all the fuss about?

New mouse in the house.

Brand-new. Never saw it before.

- Visitor. Visitor!
- Oh, a visitor.

Well, she'll need a dress. . .

- No, no, no.
- It's not a she, it's a he.

- He, he.
- Oh, that does make a difference.

- He'll need a jacket and shoes. . .
- Gotta get him out!

- It's in a rat trap.
- Where?

In a trap? Why didn't you say so?

Now, now, calm down, everybody.

Oh, the poor little thing's
scared to death.

Jaq, maybe you better
explain things to him.

Zuk, zuk, Cinderelly.

Now, now. Look, little guy.

Take it easy. Nothin' to worry about.

We like you.
Cinderelly likes you, too.

She's nice, very nice.

That's better. Come on, now. Zuk, zuk.

Uh, uh, zuk, zuk.

Well, that's better.

Hmm.

Well, let's just slip it on for size.

Uh-huh. It is a little snug.

But it'll have to do.

Now, for a name.

I've got one. Octavius.

But for short, we'll call you Gus.

Like it, Gus? Like it? Like it?

Gus-Gus.

I've got to hurry.
See he keeps out of trouble, Jaq.

And don't forget
to warn him about the cat.

Zuk, zuk. Look, did you ever see a cat?

Cat, cat?

Cat, cat. Lucifer. That's him.

Meany, sneaky.

Jump at you. Bite at you.

Big, big. Big as a house.

Zuk, zuk, Lucify?

Duh, Lucify, zuk, zuk.

Here, kitty, kitty.

Come, kitty. Come on.

Lucifer! Come here!

I'm sorry if Your Highness
objects to an early breakfast.

It's certainly not my idea
to feed you first.

It's orders. Come on.

Uh, Lucify. Is that Lucify?

Zuk, Lucify. That's him.

Gus-Gus
take the Lucify and look at!

No, Gus-Gus, no.

Now, listen here. Lucify not funny.

Lucify mean.

Bruno.

Bruno!

Dreaming again.

Chasing Lucifer?

Catch him this time? That's bad.

Suppose they heard you upstairs.

You know the orders.

So if you don't want
to lose that nice, warm bed,

you'd better get rid of those dreams.

Know how?

Just learn to like cats.

No, I mean it.
Lucifer has his good points, too.

For one thing, he. . .

Well, sometimes he. . .

Hmm.

There must be
something good about him.

Bruno!

Oh, Bruno.

Come on, now. Outside.

I know it isn't easy,

but at least we should try
to get along together.

And that includes you, Your Majesty.

CINDERELLA: Breakfast time.
Everybody up. Hurry, hurry.

Come on, everybody,
breakfast, breakfast.

Come on, let's eat breakfast.

Breakfast?
Ooh, breakfast!

JAQ: Uh-oh, Lucify.
How're we gonna get out?

Let's see.

Listen, ibby-dibby. Got an idea.

Now, somebody's got to sneak out,

get Lucify to chase him,

run over to the corner
and keep Lucify there.

Then we all run out. Zuk.

ALL: Yuk, yuk. Out.

Now we choose the one to do it.
lbby-dibby hop.

- ALL: Hop.
- Uh, hop.

- Ready, hop.
- Hop.

Hop.

- Now. . .
- Hop, hop, hop.

Uh, hop.

MICE: Shh!

CINDERELLA: Oh, there you are.

I was wondering.

All right. Breakfast is served.

Uh, uh. . . Take it easy, cluck-cluck.

Duh. . . Let go! Let go, now.

CINDERELLA: Stop that.
Go on, shoo, shoo.

Shoo, shoo, shoo!

Poor little Gus.

Here.

Help yourself.

Hmm. Where's Gus-Gus?

Well, guess he got away.

WOMAN 1: Cinderella!

All right, all right. I'm coming.

Oh, my goodness.
Morning, noon, and night.

WOMAN 1: Cinderella!

Coming, coming.

WOMAN 2: Cinderella!
CINDERELLA: I'm coming.

- Cinderella!
- In a minute.

Cinderella!

WOMEN: Cinderella!

Good morning, Drizella. Sleep well?

DRIZELLA: Huh. As if you care.

Take that ironing
and have it back in an hour.

One hour, you hear?

Yes, Drizella.

CINDERELLA:
Good morning, Anastasia.

ANASTASIA: Well, it's about time.

Don't forget the mending.

Don't be all day getting it done, either.

Yes, Anastasia.

STEPMOTHER:
Well, come in, child, come in.

Good morning, Stepmother.

Pick up the laundry
and get on with your duties.

Yes, Stepmother.

ANASTASIA: Oh! Oh, Mother.
Oh, Mother!

Mother! Mother!

You did it. You did it on purpose.

Mother! Mother! Mother!

- Now what did you do?
- ANASTASIA: Oh!

She put it there.

A big, ugly mouse, under my teacup.

All right, Lucifer.
What did you do with him?

Oh, you're not fooling anybody.

We'll just see about this.

Come on. Let him go.

Now the other one.

Come on!

Oh, poor little Gus.

Oh, Lucifer, won't you ever learn?

STEPMOTHER: Cinderella!

Yes, Stepmother.

- Humph!
- Are you gonna get it.

STEPMOTHER:
Close the door, Cinderella.

Come here.

- You don't think that I. . .
- Hold your tongue.

Now,

it seems we have time on our hands.

- But I was only trying to. . .
- Silence!

Time for vicious practical jokes.

Perhaps we can put it to better use.

Now, let me see. . .

There's the large carpet
in the main hall.

Clean it!

And the windows, upstairs and down.

Wash them!

Oh, yes.
And the tapestries and the draperies.

- But I just finished. . .
- Do them again!

And don't forget the garden.
Scrub the terrace.

Sweep the halls and the stairs.
Clean the chimneys.

And, of course, there's the mending and
the sewing and the laundry.

Oh, yes. And one more thing.

See that Lucifer gets his bath.

KING: My son has been avoiding his
responsibilities long enough.

It's high time he married
and settled down.

Of course, Your Majesty.

But we must be patient.

I am patient!

But I'm not getting any younger,
you know.

I want to see my grandchildren
before I go.

- I understand, Sire.
- No.

No, you don't know
what it means to see your only child

grow farther, farther,
and farther away from you.

I'm. . .

I'm lonely in this desolate old palace.

I. . . I want to hear

the pitter-patter of little feet again.

Now, now, Your Majesty.

- Perhaps if we just let him alone. . .
- Let him alone?

With his silly romantic ideas?

But, Sire, in matters of love. . .

Love. Bah!

Just a boy meeting a girl
under the right conditions.

So, we're arranging the conditions.

But, Your Majesty,
if the Prince should suspect.

Suspect!

Look, the boy's coming home today,
isn't he?

Yes, Sire.

Well, what could be more natural than a
ball to celebrate his return?

Nothing, Sire.

If all the eligible maidens
in my kingdom just

happened to be there,

why, he's bound to show interest
in one of them, isn't he?

Isn't he?

Yes, Sire.

The moment he does. . .

Soft lights.

Romantic music.

All the trimmings!

It can't possibly fail.

Can it?

Yes, Sire. No, Sire!

Very well, Sire.

I shall arrange the ball for. . .

- Tonight.
- Tonight? Tonight!

- Oh, but, Sire. . .
- Tonight!

And see that every
eligible maid is there.

Understand?

Yes, Your Majesty.

STEPMOTHER: The pear-shaped toad

? Ooh

? Sing, sweet nightingale

? High

? Above me

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Sing, sweet nightingale

CINDERELLA: ? High

? Above

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Sing, sweet nightingale

? High

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Sing, sweet

? Nightingale

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Sing, sweet

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Sing

? Oh, sing, sweet nightingale

? Oh, sing, sweet

? Oh

? Sing ?

Oh! Oh, Lucifer!

You mean old thing.

I'm just going to have to
teach you a lesson.

Open in the name of the King.

An urgent message
from His Imperial Majesty.

- Thank you.
- JAQ: From the King!

What's it say, Cinderelly?

What's it say, huh?

I don't know.

He said it's urgent.

DRIZELLA: Ohhh

Maybe I should interrupt
the, uh, music lesson.

Sing, sweet nightingale

High

You clumsy! You did it on purpose.

- DRIZELLA: It's her fault.
- Girls, girls. Remember,

above all, self-control.

Yes!

Cinderella!
I've warned you never to interrupt. . .

- This just arrived from the palace.
- BOTH: From the palace!

- Give it here.
- Let me have it.

I'll read it.

Well, there's to be a ball.

- BOTH: A ball!
- In honor of His Highness, the Prince.

BOTH: Oh, the Prince!

And, by royal command,

every eligible maiden is to attend.

- Why, that's us!
- And I'm so eligible.

- That means I can go, too.
- DRIZELLA: Ha!

Her, dancing with the Prince.

I'd be honored,
Your Highness.

Would you mind holding my broom?

Well, why not?

After all, I'm still a member of the family.

And it says, "By royal command,

"every eligible maiden is to attend."

Yes, so it does.

Well, I see no reason why you can't go.

If you get all your work done.

Oh, I will. I promise.

And if you can find
something suitable to wear.

I'm sure I can.
Oh, thank you, Stepmother.

Mother, do you realize
what you just said?

Of course.

I said "if."

Oh. "If."

Isn't it lovely?

- It was my mother's.
- It's pretty, but it looks old.

Well, maybe it is old-fashioned,
but I'll fix that.

- How do you do it?
- Wait a minute.

There ought to be
some good ideas in here.

Uh-huh. This one.

Oh, very nice. Nice.

- Like it.
- GUS: It'll be easy.

I'll have to shorten the sleeves,
I'll need a sash,

- a ruffle, something for a collar. . .
- DRIZELLA: Cinderella!

Oh, now what do they want?

ANASTASIA: Cinderella!

Oh, well.

I guess my dress will just have to wait.

DRIZELLA: Cinderella!

ANASTASIA: Cinderella!

All right, all right. I'm coming.

Poor Cinderelly.

Every time she finds a minute,
that's the time when they begin it.

Cinderelly, Cinderelly.

SISTERS: Cinderella!

? Cinderelly, Cinderelly
Night and day it's Cinderelly

? Make the fire
Fix the breakfast

? Wash the dishes
Do the moppin'

? And the sweepin' and the dustin'

? They always keep her hoppin'

? She'd go around in circles

? Till she's very, very dizzy

? - Still they holler
? - Keep her busy, Cinderelly ?

Yeah. Keep her busy.

You know what?

- Cinderelly won't go to the ball.
- What?

- Not go?
- ALL: What did you say?

You'll see. They'll fix her.

Work, work, work.
She'll never get her dress done.

Poor Cinderelly.

Hey! We can do it!

? We can do it
We can do it

? We can help our Cinderelly
We can make the dress so pretty

? There's nothing to it, really

? We'll tie a sash around it
Put a ribbon through it

? When dancing at the ball
she'll be more beautiful than all

? In the lovely dress
we make for Cinderelly

? Hurry, hurry, hurry

? Gonna help our Cinderelly

? Got no time to dilly-dally

? We got to get it goin'

? I'll cut it with the scissors.

? And I can do the sewing.

? Leave the sewing to the women.

? You go get some trimmin'.

? And we'll make a lovely dress
for Cinderelly, whoo

? We'll make a lovely dress
for Cinderelly ?

Follow me, Gus-Gus.
I know where to go.

It's gonna be pretty, this dress.

Cinderelly will be surprised.

Surprised, surprised. Very surprised.

DRIZELLA: And this, too, my slippers.
Don't forget. . .

- Take my dress.
- Here, mend the buttonholes.

- Press my skirt and mind the ruffle.
- STEPMOTHER: Cinderella?

- Yes?
- When you're through,

and before you begin
your regular chores,

I have a few little things.

Very well.

ANASTASIA: I don't see why everyone
else has nice things to wear,

and I always end up in these old rags.

This sash! I wouldn't be seen dead in it.

DRIZELLA: You should talk.
These beads!

I am sick of looking at them.

- Trash.
- ANASTASIA: Oh, I hate this.

Come on and be careful.

Yes, yes, yes. Real careful.

We can use that, Gus-Gus.

- Pretty, pretty.
- Shh.

Look out. Lucify!

Oh! Beads!

- Very pretty beads!
- Shh!

? A dream is a wish
your heart makes

? When you're fast asleep

? In dreams you will lose
your heartaches

? Whatever you wish for
You keep

? No matter how your heart is grieving

? If you keep on believing

? The dream that you wish will come true

Okay. One, two, three, four,

five, six, seven, eight.

? Whatever you wish for you keep

All right.

BOTH: Heave, ho. Heave, ho.

Heave, ho.

? The dream that you wish will come true

? Will come true ?

- Yes?
- The carriage is here.

Oh.

Why, Cinderella,

- you're not ready, child.
- I'm not going.

Not going? Oh, what a shame.

But, of course, there will be other times.

Yes. Good night.

Oh, well.

What's a royal ball?

After all, I suppose
it would be frightfully dull,

and boring, and completely. . .

Completely wonderful.

- It's my. . .
- MICE: Surprise!

- Surprise!
- Surprise!

- Happy birthday!
- No, no, no, no!

Well, I never dreamed it.

It's such a surprise.

Oh, how can I ever. . .

Oh, thank you so much.

Remember, when you're
presented to His Highness,

- be sure. . .
- CINDERELLA: Wait!

Please, wait for me.

Isn't it lovely? Do you like it?

Do you think it will do?

- Cinderella!
- Mother, she can't.

- Oh, no.
- You can't!

Girls, please.

After all, we did make a bargain.

Didn't we, Cinderella?

And I never go back on my word.

How very clever.

These beads,

they give it just the right touch.

Don't you think so, Drizella?

No, I don't. I think she's. . .

Oh! Why, you little thief!

They're my beads. Give them here.

Oh, no.

And look, that's my sash.
She's wearing my sash.

- Mine!
- Oh, please.

Please, no.

Thief!

Girls, girls.

That's quite enough.
Hurry along now, both of you.

I won't have you upsetting yourselves.

Good night.

? You will lose your heartache

? Whatever you wish for
You'll keep

Oh, no. No, it isn't true.

? Have faith in your dreams
and someday

It's just no use.

? Your rainbow
will come smiling through

No use at all.

? No matter how your heart is grieving

? If you keep on believing

I can't believe. Not anymore.

? The dream that you wish

Will come true ?

There's nothing left to believe in.

Nothing.

Nothing, my dear?

- Oh, now you don't really mean that.
- Oh, but I do.

Nonsense, child!

If you'd lost all your faith,
I couldn't be here.

And here I am.

Oh, come now.
Dry those tears.

You can't go to the ball looking like that.

The ball?

- Oh, but I'm not. . .
- Of course, you are.

But we have to hurry,

because even miracles take a little time.

- Miracles?
- Mmm-hmm. Watch.

What in the world did I do
with that magic wand? I was sure. . .

Magic wand?

That's strange.

- I always. . .
- Then you must be. . .

Your fairy godmother? Of course.

Where is that wand? I. . .

Oh! I forgot.

I put it away.

Look at what she did.

How'd she do it?

Now, let's see. Hmm.

I'd say the first thing you need is, um,

- a pumpkin.
- A pumpkin?

Mmm-hmm. Now, uh, the magic words.

Uh. . . Oh!

? Sala-gadoola-menchika-boo-la
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? Put 'em together
and what have you got?

? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? Sala-gadoola-menchika-boo-la
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? It'll do magic
Believe it or not

? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? Now sala-gadoola means
Menchika-boolaroo

? But the thing-a-ma-bob
that does the job

? Is bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? Sala-gadoola-menchika-boo-la
Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo

? Put 'em together
and what have you got?

? Bibbidi-bobbidi
Bibbidi-bobbidi Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo ?

MOUSE: Oh, looky.

JAQ: Isn't it wonderful?

Oh, it's beautiful.

Yes, isn't it?

With an elegant coach like that,
of course,

we'll simply have to have

- mice!
- Mice?

FAIRY GODMOTHER:
Oh, this really is nice.

Why, we'll have a coach
and four when we're through.

Just a wave of my stick
and to finish the trick,

bibbidi, bobbidi, boo.

Gracious, what did I do?

I was sure there were four.
There should be one more.

There you are.

Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo.

CINDERELLA: Oh, poor Lucifer.

Serves him right, I'd say. Now, um. . .

Where were we? Oh, goodness, yes.

You can't go to the ball without, um. . .

a horse.

Another one?

FAIRY GODMOTHER:
But tonight, for a change,

you will handle the reins,

and sit in the driver's seat, too.

For instead of a horse,
you're the coachman, of course.

Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo.

That does it, I guess, except for. . .
Oh, yes!

The finishing touch. And, that's you.

Yes, Bruno, that's right,
you'll be footman tonight.

Bibbidi, bobbidi, boo.

Well, well, hop in, my dear.
We can't waste time.

- But, uh. . .
- No, don't try to thank me.

Oh, I wasn't. . . I mean, I do, but. . .

But, don't you think my dress. . .

Yes, it's lovely, dear.

Good heavens, child.
You can't go in that!

Now, let's see, dear.

Your size and the shade of your eyes.
Mmm-hmm.

Something simple, but daring, too.

Oh, just leave it to me.
What a gown this will be.

Bibbidi-bobbidi.
Bibbidi-bobbidi.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

Oh, it's a beautiful dress.

Did you ever see
such a beautiful dress?

And, look, glass slippers.

Why, it's like a dream.

A wonderful dream come true.

Yes, my child.

But, like all dreams,

well, I'm afraid this can't last forever.

You'll have only till midnight, and then. . .

Midnight? Thank you.

Now, now, now, just a minute.
You must understand, my dear,

on the stroke of 12:00
the spell will be broken,

and everything will be as it was before.

Oh, I understand, but

it's more than I ever hoped for.

Bless you, my child.

I. . . Goodness me!

It's getting late.
Hurry up, dear. The ball can't wait.

Have a good time.
Dance, be gay.

Now, off you go.
You're on your way.

? With a bibbidi-bobbidi
Bibbidi-bobbidi

? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo ?

PAGE: Princess Frederica
Eugenie de la Fontain.

Mademoiselle
Augustina DuBois.

Daughter of General Pierre DuBois.

The boy isn't cooperating.

PAGE: Mademoiselle Leonora
Mercedes de la Tour.

Daughter of Colonel
and Madame de la Tour.

I can't understand it.

There must be at least one
who'd make a suitable mother.

Shh. Sire.

A suitable wife.

PAGE: Mademoiselles
Drizella and Anastasia Tremaine.

Daughters of Lady Tremaine.

I give up.
Even I couldn't expect the boy to. . .

Well, if I may say so,
Your Majesty, I did try to warn you,

but you, Sire, are incurably romantic.

No doubt you saw the
whole pretty picture in detail.

The young Prince
bowing to the assembly.

Suddenly he stops. He looks up.

For, lo, there she stands.

The girl of his dreams.

Who she is or whence she came,

he knows not, nor does he care,

for his heart tells him that here,

here is the maid
predestined to be his bride.

A pretty plot
for fairy tales, Sire.

But in real life, oh, no.

No! It was foredoomed to failure.

Failure, eh?

Take a look at that,
you pompous windbag.

Who is she?

- You know her?
- No, Sire.

I've never seen her before.

KING: That's one thing in her favor.

The waltz. Quick, the waltz!

Lights. The lights.

Failure, eh?

Well. . .
Now for a good night's sleep.

Oh, quite so, Sire. I believe I, too. . .

You will stay right here.

See they're not disturbed,
and when the boy proposes,

notify me immediately.

Notify me immediately.

KING: And remember,

if anything goes wrong. . .

La di da di la di da di
La di da di

La di um um um
Ba dum ba do

Ya dum ba
dum dum dum dum

- Who is she, Mother?
- Do we know her?

Well, the Prince certainly seems to.

I know I've never seen her.

STEPMOTHER: Nor I.

But she certainly is. . . Wait.

There is something familiar about her.

Oh.

Ahem.

? So this is love

? So this is love

? So this is what makes life

? Divine

? I'm all aglow

? - And now I know
? - And now I know

BOTH: ? The key to all Heaven

? Is mine

? My heart has wings

? And I can fly

BOTH: ? I'll touch every star

? In the sky

? So this is the miracle

? That I've been dreaming of

BOTH: ? So this

? Is

? Love ?

Oh. Oh, my goodness.

What's the matter?

It's midnight.

Yes, so it is. But why. . .

- Goodbye.
- No, no, wait.

- You can't go now. It's only. . .
- Oh, I must. Please.

- Please, I must.
- But why?

Well, I. . . Oh, the Prince,

I haven't met the Prince.

The Prince?

But didn't you know. . .

- Goodbye.
- No, wait.

Come back. Please come back.

I don't even know your name.
How will I find you?

Wait! Please wait.

Goodbye.

Oh, I say. Young lady.

- Wait!
- GIRLS: The Prince!

Just a moment.

DUKE: Guard! Guard!

Stop that coach! Close those gates!

Follow that coach!

Open those gates!

CINDERELLA: I'm sorry.

I guess I forgot about everything.

Even the time, but. . .

But it was so wonderful.

And he was so handsome,

and when we danced. . .

Oh, I'm sure even the Prince
himself couldn't have been more. . .

More. . .

- Oh, well, it's over and. . .
- JAQ: Cinderelly.

Look, look! The slippers!

Yeah, your slipper.

Your slipper, Cinderelly.

Oh.

Thank you.

Thank you so much, for everything.

Your Majesty,
I see no point in beating about the bush.

I regret to inform you, Sire,

that the young lady has disappeared,

leaving behind only this glass slipper.

Yes. I'll do it.

No. I just can't.

KING: Well, come in.

Come in!

- Your Majesty. . .
- So, he's proposed already?

- Tell me about it.
- Well. . .

- Who is she?
- I didn't get a chance. . .

No matter. We've more
important things to discuss.

Arrangements for the wedding,

invitations, a national holiday.

- All that sort of thing.
- But, Sire. . .

Here. Have a cigar. Take a few more.

But. . .

Better practice passing these out, eh?

But, if you'd only listen.

And for you, my friend.

- Your Majesty, please. . .
- A knighthood.

I hereby dub you Sir. . . Um, uh. . .

By the way, what title would you like?

- Sire? She got away.
- Sir "She Got Away"?

A peculiar title, but if that's what you. . .

She what? Why, you. . .

You. . . You traitor!

Now, Sire.
Remember, your blood pressure.

Treason!

No, Sire. No!

Sabotage!

You were in league with the Prince.

I tried to stop her,

but she vanished into thin air.

A likely story.

But it's true, Sire.
All we could find was this glass slipper.

The whole thing was a plot!

But, Sire, he loves her.

He won't rest till he finds her.

He's determined to marry her.

What? What did you say?

The Prince, Sire,
swears he'll marry none

but the girl who fits this slipper.

He said that, did he?

We've got him!

But, Sire, this slipper
may fit one of any number of girls.

That's his problem. He's given his word.

- We'll hold him to it.
- No, Your Highness.

I'll have nothing to do with it.

You'll try this
on every maid in my kingdom.

And if the shoe fits,

bring her in.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Cinderella? Cinderella?

- Cinderella! Where is that. . .
- Yes?

Here I am.

My daughters, where are they?

I think they're still in bed.

Don't just stand there!
Bring up the breakfast trays at once.

And hurry!

Wow. I wonder what's the matter.

What's the matter with her?

I don't know. Let's find out. Come on.

Drizella. Drizella!

What?

Get up. Quick. This instant.

We haven't a moment to lose.

Anastasia.

Get up, Anastasia.

What for? Why?

Everyone's talking about it,
the whole kingdom.

- Hurry now. He'll be here any minute.
- Who will?

The Grand Duke.
He's been hunting all night.

- Hunting?
- For that girl.

The one who lost
her slipper at the ball last night.

They say he's madly in love with her.

- The Duke is?
- No, no, no. The Prince!

The Prince!

STEPMOTHER: You clumsy little fool.

Clean that up,
then help my daughters dress.

What for?

If he's in love with that girl,

why should we even bother?

Now, you two, listen to me.

There is still a chance
that one of you can get it.

Huh?

BOTH: One of us?
Why, Mother, what do you mean?

Just this:

No one, not even the Prince,
knows who that girl is.

We know! We know! Cinderelly!

The glass slipper is their only clue.

The Duke has been ordered to try it on

every girl in the kingdom.

And if one can be found
whom the slipper fits,

then, by the King's command,

that girl shall be the Prince's bride.

- His bride.
- His bride!

Cinderella, get my things together.

Never mind her. Get mine right away.

What's the matter with her?

- Wake up, stupid.
- We've gotta get dressed.

Dressed. Oh, yes.

Oh, we must get dressed.

It wouldn't do for the Duke to see me. . .

Mother, did you see what she did?

- Are you just going to let her. . .
- Quiet!

? So this is love ?

What's she gonna do?

Shh. I don't know. Gotta watch.

Come on.

- Cinderelly!
- Cinderelly!

? So this is the miracle

? That I've been dreaming of

What?

Oh! Oh, no!

No, please!

Oh, you can't, you just can't.

Let me out! You must let me out!

You can't keep me in here!

Oh, please.

No, no. She can't do it.
She can't lock up Cinderelly.

- I'm gonna. . .
- Shh.

CINDERELLA: Please. Please.

We gotta get that key, Gus-Gus.
We just gotta get that key.

DRIVER: Whoa.

He's over here, the Duke-Duke.

- Yeah, yeah. Who?
- The Grand Duke, with the slipper.

We gotta get that key quick.

Yup, yup. Key, key. Quick.

Oh, Mother, Mother,
he's here, he's here.

- The Grand Duke.
- Do I look all right?

- I'm so excited, I don't know what I'll do.
- STEPMOTHER: Girls.

Now, remember,
this is your last chance. Don't fail me.

Announcing
His Imperial Grace, the Grand Duke.

You honor our humble home.

Quite so.

May I present my daughters,

Drizella, Anastasia.

Your Grace.

Yes. Charmed, I'm sure.

His Grace will read
the royal proclamation.

"All loyal subjects
of His Imperial Majesty

"are hereby notified by royal
proclamation in regard to a certain

"glass slipper.

"It is decreed. . ."

Why, that's my slipper!

Well, I like that.
It's my slipper!

No, no, no! It's Cinderelly's slipper!

- How can she stand there. . .
- STEPMOTHER: Girls.

Your manners.

A thousand pardons, Your Grace.

Please continue.

Yes, quite so.

Eh, um. . . Oh, yes.
"It is upon this day decreed

"that a quest be instituted throughout. . .

"The sole and express
purpose of such quest to be as follows:

"That every maid throughout the
kingdom without exception,

"shall try on her foot
this slipper of glass,

"and should one be found upon whose
foot this slipper shall properly fit,

"such maiden shall be
acclaimed the object of this search

"and shall be looked upon
as the true love of His Royal Highness,

"our beloved son and heir,
the noble Prince.

"Said Prince will, upon bended knee

"beg, request, or if need be, implore

"said maiden that he be granted her
hand in marriage.

"Whereupon,
should the aforementioned maiden

"look with favor,
shall the couple pledge their troth. . .

"And in due course, upon the inevitable
demise of His Majesty the King,

"succeed to the throne
to rule over the land

"as King and Queen of our kingdom.

"So be it."

You must be quite fatigued, Your Grace.

May we offer you some tea?

DUKE: What? Tea?

Thank you, madam, no.

We must proceed with the fitting.

Of course. Anastasia, dear.

There. I knew it was my slipper.

Exactly my size.

I always wear the same size.

As soon as I saw it, I said. . .

Oh, well. . .

It may be a trifle snug today.

You know how it is, dancing all night.

I can't understand why.

It's always fit perfectly before.

I don't think you're half trying.

- Mother, can you. . .
- Shh.

Quiet, my dear.
We mustn't disturb His Grace.

Young man, are you sure
you're trying it on the right foot?

ANASTASIA:
Oh, it's the right foot, but. . .

These glass shoes
aren't always reliable.

Come on, hurry.

Up the stairs, up the stairs!

Lucify, Lucify.

Up, up, up with it.

Oh!

Here.

Shh.

Why can't you hold still a minute?

Oh! My word. Enough of this!

The next young lady, please.

Did you hear that, Gus?

- Yup.
- Gotta hurry.

Shh. Come on, come on, hurry.

Gus-Gus, Gus-Gus, come on.

Look, look. Just up there. Come on.

Us is coming, Cinderelly.

- I can get you out.
- CINDERELLA: You've got the key!

How did you ever manage to. . .

Lucifer!

Let him go, Lucifer.

Please, let him go.

- Let him go.
- Let him go!

Let him go. Let him out, you hear?

Lucify, you. . .

Bruno. Yes, Bruno!

Quick, get Bruno. Get Bruno!

Oh! Of all the stupid little idiots.

I'll do it myself.

Get away from me.

I'll make it fit.

- There.
- It fits.

It fits?

No!

Oh, Your Grace, I'm dreadfully sorry.

It shan't happen again.

Precisely, madam.

Come on, come on.
Get up, Gus-Gus, get up.

Don't, don't, don't, don't.

Let go, let go.

You are the only ladies
in the household I hope. . . I presume.

- There's no one else, Your Grace.
- Quite so.

- Good day. Good day.
- CINDERELLA: Your Grace?

Your Grace, please, wait.

May I try it on?

STEPMOTHER: Pay no attention.
DRIZELLA: It's Cinderella.

- From the kitchen.
- Ridiculous.

She's out of her mind.

Just an imaginative child.

Madam,
my orders were "every maiden."

Come, my child.

Oh, no.

No, no, no. Oh, no!

Oh, this is terrible.

The King, what will he say?

What will he do?

Perhaps, if it would help. . .

No, no. Nothing can help now. Nothing.

But, you see, I have the other slipper.

? Have faith in dreams

? And someday

? Your rainbow
will come smiling through

? No matter how your heart is grieving

? If you keep on believing

? The dream that you wish

? Will come true ?

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