(elegant dance music)
(mouselings laugh)
(audience clap)
(audience cheer)
♪ Tis the season to be jolly ♪
♪ Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La ♪
- Why aren't you
singing, Angelina?
- You know I get nervous
singing in front of everyone.
- But you've got a lovely voice.
- It's not lovely when
I get nervous, Alice.
- [Alice] But we're
singing to raise money
for Miss Lilly's Christmas show.
- [Angelina] I know, but...
(knocking)
♪ Strike the harp
and join the chorus ♪
♪ Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La ♪
♪ Follow me in merry measure ♪
♪ Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La-La ♪
(mouselings laugh)
♪ While I tell of
yuletide treasure ♪
♪ Fa-La-La-La-La-La-La ♪
♪ La la la ♪
- You sing like an angel,
Priscilla Pinkpaws.
(coin clatters)
- Oh, thank you,
Mrs. Hodgepodge.
- I should stick to
dancing if I were you,
Angelina Mouseling.
(Angela gasps)
(mouselings laugh)
(door bangs)
- Maybe you should just
pretend to sing (laughs).
♪ Jingle bells, jingle bells ♪
- Oh, Alice, I'm
never going to sing
in front of anyone ever again.
- Oh, don't let Priscilla
put you off, Angelina.
- And as for sticking to
dancing, well, I will, I will.
(magical music)
I can't wait to see
Priscilla Pinkpaws' face
when I get the part
of Cinderella Mouse
in the Christmas show.
- Careful with Cinderella's
ballgown, dear,
it's only pinned.
(Angelina humming)
- This should do it.
Oh-oh.
- It's so gorgeous.
Don't you think
it suits me, Dad?
- You do have to audition
for the part first, dear.
- Oh, but Dad, I'm
the best dancer,
Miss Lilly says so,
I'm bound to get it.
- Well, don't count your
chickens before they're hatched.
Ah, perfect.
(tree creaks)
Oh.
- I think you just
counted your chickens
before they'd hatched, Dad.
(all laugh)
Oh, Alice, you do think I'll
get the part, don't you?
- [Alice] Of course,
you're a star.
- [Henry] If Father Christmas
was at the audition,
he'd choose you, Angelina.
- [Angelina] Maybe, Henry,
but we have to wait
until Christmas Eve
for Father Christmas.
- He's going to put
presents in my stocking.
Oh!
(magical music)
- Oh, it's just like
the Theater Royal.
- Yes, except that the
stage is the wrong shape,
and the curtains
the wrong color.
- Oh, but it's wonderful.
- Maybe Father Christmas
will bring Angelina
the toy theater.
- [Alice] No, Henry, it's
too big to fit in a stocking.
- [Henry] Not if it's
a really big stocking.
- Wait for me.
Is that all right, Henry?
- Watch out young mouselings.
(cups clatter)
- Mrs. Hodgepodge, what
are you doing here?
- I might well ask you the
same question, Sammy Watts.
Have you taken up ballet?
- No, Miss Lilly wanted me
because I'm so
good at gymnastics.
(Sammy laughs)
- Oh, careful.
Well, Miss Lilly wanted me
because I kindly
volunteered to make
cabbage jelly sandwiches
and nettle tea
for all the rehearsals.
(Sammy groans)
(mouselings laugh)
(all chattering)
- Quiet, please, my darlings.
Now, you must all be on
your very best behavior,
because this year for
the very first time
we are going to
be performing for
our dear Queen Serafina.
(all gasp)
And to help me to produce
the best Cinderella Mouse
that has ever been
seen in Mouseland,
I have the greatest
pleasure in introducing
the world famous composer
and musical director,
Mr. Ivor Operatski.
(dramatic music)
- Lilly, you are too kind.
(mouselings mutter)
- He's so my hero.
- How honored I am
that Queen Serafina
has asked for me to come to
work with you on your show.
A show full of surprises.
I was the first surprise, yes?
And here is the second one,
we will build this
for the performance
in the Theater Royal.
(all gasp)
And Cinderella Mouse will have
a coach just like this one.
- Now, my darlings,
I have some ideas
about who should dance
which parts in our show.
We must see if Mr.
Operatski agrees with me.
So first, we would like
to see Sammy and Alice.
(cup clanks)
Miss Quaver, play please.
(upbeat piano music)
(Miss Quaver hiccups)
Nice straight legs, Sammy.
Now, nose over tails together.
Excellent.
- Roly poly mouselings.
- I thought it would
be most unusual
to have a pair of
gymnastic ugly mice.
- Most original.
- He has such style.
(Miss Quaver hiccups)
Oh, really!
- You next, Penelope.
(mellow piano music)
- Oh, this should do it.
(hand thuds)
- Oh, yes, Penelope,
just like a Fairy Godmouse,
lovely paws, please,
and up, and through.
- Where does Father
Christmas live, Alice?
- At the North Pole.
- Oh, doesn't your little
cousin ever stop talking?
- Does he know the
way to my house?
- Yes, now shush.
- Your turn, Henry, my darling.
I would like you to dance
the teeny tiny little beetle
who turns into a
proud coach mouse.
- A beetle, inspirational!
- Now, crouch down, Henry.
Then when I say so, leap up,
tall like a proud coach mouse.
(piano music)
Wiggle your arms,
now nod your head.
- Does Father Christmas ring
the doorbell, Miss Lilly?
- Concentrate, little mouseling.
- No, Henry, he comes
down the chimney.
Now, once more.
- You must be so
embarrassed by him.
- [Miss Lilly] And leap up,
tall and proud, my darling.
And ready to turn.
- What if he gets
stuck in my chimney?
- Stop!
Stop the music, stop everything.
Stop, stop!
This teeny tiny beetle will
need a lot of work, Lilly.
- I know, Ivor,
but with patience,
Henry will be fine.
And wait till you see
his cousin, Angelina.
She's my best dancer.
Angelina and Priscilla,
that are two parts left.
One of you will play
the Wicked Stepmouse,
and the other will
play Cinderella.
Priscilla, you first, darling.
- Yes, yes, hurry now.
Play, please, the Mousofski
Waltz, Miss Quaver,
with feeling.
(cup clatters)
(Miss Quaver coughs)
(mellow piano music)
(Priscilla coughs)
- Paw stretch, tail spin,
beautiful arabesque, and point.
- Very nice, yes, good.
(Mr Operatski claps)
- She's dancing really well.
- But you'll be better.
- [Miss Lilly] Double
pirouette, and finish.
- Oh, yes, you
have great talent.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. Operatski.
- Your turn,
Angelina, my darling.
Slide to the left and
cat step, cat step.
And one, two, three.
- Superb!
- One, two, three.
- [Operatski] Charming.
- Nose up,
nose down.
Keep your shoulders
down, darling.
Arabesque, hold, and relax.
- Bravo, you are certainly
the best mouseling to dance
the part of Cinderella Mouse.
(Priscilla huffs)
But now we must see who
is the best mouseling
to sing the part.
- Ah, sing?
- Yes, sing, my darlings.
- At the Queen's
special request.
She has always much
admired my music.
So there will be a song
for Cinderella Mouse,
and a song for the
Wicked Stepmouse,
my very own composition.
- Have a cup of nettle tea, sir.
You much be parched.
- Thank you.
(Operatski glugs)
Ahhh!
Oh!
- Ms. Lilly, I can't sing
in front of everyone.
I get too nervous.
- Of course you can, Angelina.
- Miss Lilly's never
heard her try (laughs).
- Round the piano, my darlings.
- How was the tea, sir?
- Full of surprises.
- Oh, just like your
own show then (laughs).
- Come on, my darlings,
it's time to hear
Cinderella Mouse
singing like an angel.
- [Mr. Operatski]
One, two, three.
♪ La, la, la, la ♪
- Um, not quite the
angel I had in mind.
Now you.
♪ La, la, la, la, ♪
♪ La, la, la, la ♪
Oh, yes, beautiful.
- Try again, Angelina darling.
Take a bigger breath.
♪ La, la, la ♪
♪ La, la, la, la ♪
- Oh, sorry.
- Don't worry, darling.
♪ La la la ♪
♪ La tra-la-la-la-la ♪
- This is my angel.
This is my Cinderella Mouse.
- Oh, thank you,
thank you so much.
- And, Angelina, you will
play the Wicked Stepmouse.
- Oh!
(melancholy music)
It's all wrong, Dad,
I'm the best dancer,
but just because
of Mr. Operatski,
Priscilla has got the main part.
- I know, dear, but
when I write the review
for the "Mouseling Gazette",
I'll be sure to
say how wonderful
the Wicked Stepmouse is.
- But I don't want to
play the Wicked Stepmouse!
- How does Father Christmas
get from the North Pole,
Aunt Matilda?
- On a sleigh, dear.
Eat up, then Uncle Morris
will take you home.
Angelina, have a sandwich.
- I don't want a sandwich,
and I don't want to watch
Priscilla being the star.
- [Mom] Angelina!
- At least Father Christmas
is coming soon with presents
for your stocking.
- I don't want a present
for my stocking, Henry.
The only present I wanted
was to play the part
of Cinderella Mouse.
- No, you wanted the toy
theater in the toy shop.
- Look, dear, just look at
the Wicked Stepmouse's
beautiful crown.
- It's not as beautiful
as Cinderella's, is it?
(knocking)
- Oh, who could this be?
- Ah, cheer up, Angelina.
What a tree, eh?
(tree rustles)
(Dad groans)
(bells jingle)
- Miss Lilly!
- Oh, my goodness, a
walking Christmas tree.
- Oh, hello, Miss
Lilly, do have a seat.
- Dad, you are so embarrassing.
- Nonsense, he is the
best father in Mouseland.
- Oh!
- Now, my darling, we
must have a little talk.
- Yes. Ms. Lilly.
- [Dad] Come on, Henry, time
for me to take you home.
- Come and sit, darling.
I'm so sorry.
I did not know that you are
nervous of singing in public.
- Well I am, Miss Lilly.
- Well, the fact is that
we must have singing
to please the Queen.
- But the Queen will
hate my singing.
It'll probably give her
a terrible headache,
and, well, it'll
serve her right.
- Come now, darling.
- Well, if she hadn't
wanted singing,
then I'd have been
the star of the show.
- There are many ways of
being a star, Angelina,
and you will be a
marvelous Wicked Stepmouse.
- No, I won't,
I wouldn't know how to be
wicked if I tried, Miss Lilly.
There's not a single
wicked bone in my body.
- Oh-oh, I know that, darling,
but this is about acting.
What you must do
is to think horrid.
Oh-oh,
(dramatic music)
you will be mad,
bad, and dangerous.
(Angelina laughs)
You will be a star.
I'll see you at rehearsals
tomorrow, darling.
- All right, Miss Lilly.
Miss Lilly's right,
I will be a star.
(upbeat piano music)
- And where is the teeny
tiny little beetle?
(Henry huffing)
- I've got the biggest
stocking every, Miss Lilly.
- Bah, honestly!
- Wonderful, darling.
I just put it here
for safe keeping.
- That doesn't look much like
a Wicked Stepmouse step to me.
- That's because it isn't
a Wicked Stepmouse step,
it's a Cinderella Mouse step.
- Angelina, I thought...
I mean, aren't you
the Wicked Stepmouse?
- I am, how could
I be anything other
than Cinderella Mouse?
- [Miss Lilly] Perfect, now
wave your wand, Penelope.
Now leap up, Henry, tall and
proud, like a coach mouse.
Henry?
- This is never
going to work, Lilly.
- Yes, it will.
Henry, is there something
you don't understand?
- Yes, Miss Lilly,
what's a sleigh?
- It's no good, we try later.
Go, little mouseling.
- But, Ivor?
- Go and find some
concentration from somewhere.
Be careful of my coach.
♪ Oh Father Christmas is
coming on his sleigh ♪
- Shush, Henry.
- Let us see if we have
more luck with his cousin.
Angelina, come and sing.
- I don't want to stay
around to listen to this.
(mouselings laugh)
- This is a very important song.
It is the big finale,
so we need big singing.
Try.
- Remember, my darling,
think horrid.
♪ Our tale has been told ♪
♪ Our story is done ♪
- No, no, stop!
You must be bigger.
Give it more oomph!
- Don't worry, darling.
Just try again.
♪ Evil has lost, and
goodness has won ♪
- No, stop, why are you
singing like an angel, huh?
You are the Wicked
Stepmouse, not Cinderella.
If you sing the Wicked
Stepmouse with no oomph,
the audience will
yawn, like this.
(Operatski yawns loudly)
You want this to happen?
- No, Mr. Operatski.
- Then go and find some
oomph from somewhere, go!
- She just needs time, Ivor.
- But we have no time, Lilly.
Now, you and I will work
out the ballroom scene.
- Did you hear that, he
said I sang like an angel.
- Yes, Angelina,
but aren't you supposed to
be the Wicked Stepmouse.
- Have a cabbage jelly sandwich,
that would give you some oomph.
(Miss Hodgepodge yells)
(body thuds)
(plate clatters)
- Be careful, Ivor!
(Mr. Operatski yells)
(body thuds)
(mouselings laugh)
- Quiet, all of you!
Let me say
something very calmly.
I cannot work with
giggling mouselings,
and I cannot work on a
stage that is covered
in cabbage jelly, because little
mouselings get in the way.
Priscilla, come here, let us
do the ballroom scene now,
with you and your
Prince Charm-mouse.
- I wish I could
dance this with you.
- Sometimes wishes
come true, Willy.
- Angelina!
- Good, good, lift,
William, lift.
Right, that's lovely.
Lovely, and round.
- Alice, what's concentration?
- Thinking hard about what
you're trying to do, Henry.
Angelina could do with
thinking hard about
what she's trying
to do right now,
because she shouldn't
be doing it.
Oh, come on.
- Stop!
Angelina, did I ask
to see you dance?
- I am sorry, Mr. Operatski.
I just couldn't help myself.
- Well, learn some discipline.
- It's the Mouseofski Waltz,
it's my best dance, you see.
I got top marks for it,
didn't I, Miss Lilly?
- Yes, darling, but this is
the Cinderella Mouse rehearsal.
- Of course, yes,
of course it is.
Sorry, I just got carried away.
- Oh, really, this
makes me so tired.
(sparkly musical blast)
- And this is Father
Christmas' sleigh, Henry.
(Henry gasps)
It whooshes along the snow.
(door clicks)
- Alice, I just proved I could
dance the Mouseofski Waltz
much better than Priscilla.
- I don't think Miss Lilly
wants you to be like this,
Angelina.
- You don't understand.
She wants me to be
Cinderella, I know she does.
I'm going to make Mr. Operatski
change his mind, you'll see.
- No, I won't see.
- But that part was
made for me, Alice.
And if Mr. Operatski doesn't
see what a mistake he's made,
then I just hope it snows,
and everyone gets snowed in
and the whole show
gets canceled.
- But that's a
terrible thing to say.
- I want it to snow too.
- Henry, why?
- Because if it doesn't snow
then Father Christmas
can't come on his sleigh.
- Oh, Henry.
- Oh, can you please
stop going on and on
about Father Christmas, Henry!
(Henry cries)
- Angelina, you
really are horrid.
Come on, Henry.
- But it's my last
chance to be the star.
I can't throw it away.
(door bangs)
I can't!
- I need a trolley,
I've heard you're a
very good handymouse.
- I'm not certain...
- I will bake you a delicious
swede and turnip
tart as a reward.
- Oh, well, in that case.
(mellow piano music)
- Big cat step, darling.
Bend the leg.
- She is too graceful.
- Think horrid, Angelina.
Arms up.
No, no, like this.
- She is supposed to be
your best dancer, Lilly,
why can she not dance
the Wicked Stepmouse?
- Angelina, you are not trying.
- I am, Miss Lilly.
But I can't be
the Wicked Step...
- You can, you are
the Wicked Stepmouse.
- I know, but it should never
have turned out like this.
- Stop trying to be Cinderella.
- But I'm a better
Cinderella than Priscilla.
- Angelina, Priscilla
is playing Cinderella.
Nothing will change that,
the show must go on.
- Then it will have
to go on without me.
(Angelina sobs)
- Without her, yes, I
cannot put on a show
that isn't the very
best for Queen Serafina.
I have no time for mouselings
who throw fits of temperament.
I hate temperamental behavior.
- Ivor, please.
- You will play the part of
the Wicked Stepmouse, Lilly,
either Angelina
leaves or I leave.
- I see.
- So do I.
- And now I would like to
hear the real Cinderella Mouse
sing her song, please.
Priscilla.
(enchanting music)
♪ All on my own ♪
♪ My world is a
world of darkness ♪
♪ I'm all alone ♪
♪ There's no one for company ♪
♪ And in my heart ♪
♪ The music has total silence ♪
(engine hums)
(water splashes)
♪ I've lost my chance ♪
♪ My chance to
dance is not to be ♪
♪ Far away there's a light ♪
♪ On the breeze I hear
sounds of laughter ♪
♪ And one day perhaps
I might find ♪
♪ A way to be happy ♪
♪ Happy ever after ♪
♪ But now I guess
that loneliness ♪
♪ Is how it's going to be ♪
♪ Cause I'm alone,
I'm on my own ♪
♪ There's only ♪
(door bangs)
♪ Me ♪
(Angelina sobs loudly)
♪ Only me ♪
(mouselings laughing)
- [Henry] Look at all the snow.
- [Alice] Oh,
isn't it beautiful.
(all cheering)
- [Henry] Now Father
Christmas will be able to come
on his sleigh.
- Are you coming
to have breakfast?
- Later, Mom.
I don't have to
get to the theater
now that I'm not in
the show anymore.
(mouselings laugh)
- Thank goodness, Miss
Lilly's going to play
the Wicked Stepmouse.
- Oh, Angelina
was just hopeless.
(mouselings laugh)
(upbeat piano music)
(bodies thud)
- That is no way to finish.
You must stand straight.
- [Miss Lilly] Tummy
tucked in, Alice darling.
Tail straight, Sammy.
- Tummies and tails, you
should know this already.
You must listen to me now.
Miss Lilly must concentrate
on dancing her role, yes?
- Oh, all this
shouting is no good.
(Henry groaning)
- You!
Leave the coach alone.
- Come on, darling.
You must try very hard
with your steps today.
- Yes, we have wasted
enough time already.
Now, show me your
first position.
- Oh, this could take forever.
- No, stop, you stand
up, then you turn.
No, no, stand up.
(Henry sighs)
Now turn,
other way.
(mouselings laugh)
- Quiet!
You've stopped.
- I'm sorry, Father Christmas
won't shout at me, will he?
- No, darling, Father Christmas
loves little mouselings.
- Everyone is dismissed.
Go, all of you, except
you, little beetle.
You will stay until
we get it right.
- Ivor, please, be
gentle with him.
- Now listen, young mouseling.
One, you do not
play with my coach.
Two, you do not speak
of Father Christmas.
Three...
(Angelina groans)
(thudding)
(hammer bangs)
- Um, not bad.
(wheel rattles)
(wheel clatters)
- Oh, are you going to help Dad
with Mrs. Hodgepodge's trolley?
That will be fun.
- The only place that's
fun is the theater.
I'm going for a walk.
- Good idea.
- [Sammy & Angelina] Ouch!
- Sammy, what are
you doing here?
- Wanna race the Pinkpaw
twins down Cheddar Hill?
- Well, yes, I mean, no.
- Oh, go on, surely you wanna
b*at Priscilla at something.
- But why aren't
you at the theater?
- Oh, that's a long story.
(engine hums)
- Please, will you
take Henry, Alice?
He can't wait to get
home, poor darling.
- And I can't wait to
get to my lodgings.
- Ivor, I have to
speak to you now.
- I am not used to working
with little mouselings, Lilly.
- That is very obvious, Ivor.
They will only learn if
you are patient with them.
- [Priscilla] Really, Angelina,
first you spoiled everything,
and then Henry did.
- On your marks...
- Your family are hopeless.
- [Sammy] Get set...
- We're not hopeless.
And I'll prove it.
- Go!
(all scream)
- [Priscilla] Hey, stop
it, what are you doing?
- [Sammy] Watch out!
Steer it, Angelina.
- You were cruel
to Angelina, Ivor.
(sleigh rushing)
She is a wonderful dancer,
and the sweetest
little mouseling in...
(Angelina yells)
(body thuds)
- [Angelina] Oh, Miss
Lilly, are you all right?
- I have hurt my ankle.
- Look what the sweetest
little mouseling
in Mouseland has done now.
- Sammy?
- Yeah.
- Go and get Dr. Tuttle.
- Right.
- Quick.
- Oh, this is a disaster.
(Miss Lilly groans)
- [Doctor] You won't
be able to dance,
I'm afraid, Miss Lilly.
Your ankle is badly sprained.
- It will be fine in no time.
The Queen is coming to
the show, I must carry on.
- You cannot carry on.
I'm sorry, but you
need complete rest.
- Oh, no.
- I'll ask Miss Quaver to
come and look after you.
You've had a terrible shock.
- We have all had
a terrible shock.
- I'm sorry, Ivor.
You will have to
manage without me.
- I cannot put on this
show without you, Lilly.
- But, Ivor, surely...
- Tomorrow morning, I
will collect my things
from the Theater Royal, and
catch the very first train
out of Chipping Cheddar.
- This is all your fault.
- I know.
It's all my fault.
I'm the most horrible
mouseling that ever lived.
- No, you're not.
- I am, I was
selfish and horrid.
(packet rustling)
Oh, poor Miss Lilly.
Oh, Alice, she'll never
speak to me again.
- Course she will.
- Why should she?
Because of me the
show can't go on.
- Well, maybe it can.
- How, Miss Lilly
isn't allowed out,
and Mr. Operatski is leaving?
- I bet you'll have a brilliant
idea, and get him to stay.
Here, have a cheesy mint ball.
- Well, nice and sturdy,
I'll say that for it.
Here's your pie.
- Thank you, Mrs. Hodgepodge,
it looks nice and sturdy.
- Of course I shan't be
needing it for the show
since there is no show,
thanks to Angelina.
(Angelina huffs)
(trolley thuds)
Oh, really!
- Sorry, Mrs. Hodgepodge.
- Hum, I'll be on my way.
Thank you so much for your time.
- Oh, you're welcome,
Mrs. Hodgepodge.
I'm never very busy at
the "Mouseland Gazette"
at Christmas time, not
much to write about.
- Not much to write out!
(door bangs)
I've got something you
can write about, Dad.
Something that might just help
the show to go on after all.
(playful music)
- Mr. Operatski!
Mr. Operatski!
(door squeaks)
- Why are you here, mouseling?
- [Angelina] I've come
to ask you to stay.
(door thuds)
- Don't be ridiculous,
how can I stay?
Miss Lilly cannot dance.
- But I'll dance the
Wicked Stepmouse,
I promise I can
do it, I promise.
- Out of my way.
I have a train to catch.
You don't understand the
role of the Wicked Stepmouse.
- I do, I was just
so disappointed
about not being Cinderella.
(bag thuds)
- You were disappointed!
How do you think I feel,
we cannot do the show now?
- [Angelina] We can, we must.
- [Mr. Operatski] Move!
- But just think how
disappointed Queen
Serafina will be.
You are her hero.
- Perhaps, but I
won't remain a hero
when the show is a disaster.
- But it won't be disaster.
Besides, my dad is going
to write all about you
in the "Mouseling Gazette".
- Write, about me?
- Yes, and there'll be a huge
photograph on the front page
of you with the Queen.
- Ooh!
- I told you you'd have a
brilliant idea, Angelina.
- You run and find
everyone, Alice.
I'll meet you at the theater.
(door bell rings)
(all yell)
Sorry, Mrs. Pinkpaws.
- I think you've done enough
harm, Angelina Mouseling,
without breaking my
daughter's Christmas present.
- Oh, Angelina, she's
bought the theater
for Priscilla and Penelope.
- Oh, I didn't want it anyway.
The curtain was the wrong color,
and the stage was
the wrong shape.
Anyway, we've got more
important things to worry about.
Hello, Dad, can't
stop, see you later.
- Oh, no!
- [Alice] Oh, it's
okay, Mr. Mouseling,
the curtain was the wrong color,
and the stage was
the wrong shape.
(door clanks)
- Miss Lilly!
- Angelina!
- Oh, Miss Lilly, I'm so sorry.
- It's a little
late to be sorry.
- I've learnt my
lesson, Miss Lilly,
and the show must go on.
- Angelina, there is no show.
Mr. Operatski is leaving.
- He isn't, that's just it,
I've persuaded him to stay.
- Oh, that's what I love
about you, my darling.
You never give up.
(Angelina laughs)
But he needs to be
handled very carefully.
He is a difficult man.
- Very (chuckles).
Quiet, I cannot work
with giggling mouselings.
- Oh, I understand,
Mr. Operatski,
it takes so much
patience, doesn't it?
- And I cannot work on a stage
that is covered
in cabbage jelly.
- And you shouldn't have to,
you are used to
working with the stars.
You are a genius.
Oh, Mr. Operatski, what
would we do without you?
(both laugh)
(upbeat piano music)
- Oh, Mr. Operatski, what
would we do without you?
- I don't know, Angelina.
(bodies thudding)
But everything is wrong still.
Tomorrow is Christmas Eve,
we have a dress rehearsal,
and then the show.
- Da-da!
(Sammy laughs)
- The roly polies are not right.
- You are absolutely right,
I think your idea was
that the roly polies
should make the Queen laugh.
- That was precisely my idea.
The roly polies
need to be funny.
- Didn't you say they
should wiggle their feet?
- Exactly, wiggle your feet.
(upbeat piano music)
(Mr. Operatski laughs)
That's it, very funny.
So do it just like I told
you, and the Queen will laugh.
Priscilla!
- Thank you for coming
back, Priscilla.
- Oh, well, I wasn't going
to let everyone down.
- You'll be a wonderful
Cinderella Mouse.
- No, no, it needs more,
it needs more feeling.
- Feeling?
- You're right, Mr. Operatski,
I mean, Cinderella is so upset
that she can't go to the ball,
she's left at home in
the cold in her rags.
And she's dreaming of dancing
with a handsome prince.
- Just what I was saying.
Again, Priscilla, with feeling.
- Oh, yes.
- Good, like that, yes!
With feeling, with emotion.
Now, the little beetle,
show me your dance now.
Quick, quick.
- Do your best, Henry,
don't forget it's for the Queen.
And Mr. Operatski
is going to have
his photograph taken with her.
- Have a cabbage
jelly sandwich, sir.
(Mr. Operatski hums)
- Doesn't he look sweet?
- Charming, yes.
- It takes so much
patience, doesn't it?
- Yes, patience.
- I'm going to tell
Father Christmas
about the photograph when
he comes into my bedroom.
- You can't talk to him, Henry.
(Mr. Operatski coughs)
You'll have to be asleep
when Father Christmas comes.
- But I want to talk to him,
I've been looking forward
to talking to him.
- Stop, stop!
The little mouseling
cannot go on like this.
- Oh, Henry.
- Listen, little mouseling,
as a special treat,
I will speak to Father Christmas
and ask him to let
you talk to him
when he comes to your bedroom.
- You know Father Christmas?
- Oh yes, he is a great friend,
but he will only
let you talk to him
if you dance really well.
- Oh!
- Again.
(upbeat piano music)
Bravo, bravo!
It takes my magic touch, see.
- Oh, Mr. Operatski,
you are a genius.
- Yes, that is my job.
Rehearsal is over, I will
see you all tomorrow.
(all muttering)
Well, I've sorted everybody
out except for you, Angelina.
- Oh, I'll dance the Wicked
Stepmouse for you now.
- First thing tomorrow morning.
Right now, I have an
important costume to organize.
- Oh, oh, I'll be here
really early tomorrow.
And I promise I will be the
best Wicked Stepmouse ever.
(melancholy music)
(hammering)
The best Wicked Stepmouse ever.
(Angelina sighs)
- Oh, there we are,
what you need now, dear,
is a good night's sleep.
- I'm not sure I'm
going to get any sleep,
if Dad keeps on hammering.
- I'm sure he'll be
finished soon, dear.
Goodnight now.
(lips smack)
- The best Wicked
Stepmouse ever.
(hammering)
(all laughing)
- [Sammy] Missed me.
- Take that, Priscilla.
- Alice, I have no idea how
to be the Wicked Stepmouse.
I haven't even had
time to practice.
How can I be mad,
bad, and dangerous?
- Just put the crown
on, and think horrid,
roarrrr!
- I know, Henry, I'm just
not sure how to dance
in a horrid way.
- Right, I'll get
you, Prissy Pinkpaws.
(door clanks)
(snowball thuds)
(dramatic musical blast)
- Oh, wait 'til I tell
your mother, Sammy Watts.
You wicked little mouseling.
I'll get you, ergh!
- Wow, now that's
what I call horrid.
- Alice, you're right,
I think I've got it.
(audience muttering)
- Well, Miss Quaver,
it is nearly time
for the curtain to go up.
Oh, it's no good, I
must see my mouselings.
Don't say a word.
I have to make sure that
Angelina is all right.
Please, Miss Quaver, help
me to get to the theater.
(upbeat music)
(audience gasping)
- It is wonderful,
Mr. Operatski.
- Oh, thank you, Your Majesty.
(Queen laughs)
(audience laughs)
- So amusing.
- Oh, Alice, you were so good.
- But you'll be
brilliant, Angelina.
- Well, I haven't sung yet.
(magical musical blast)
(audience gasp)
- Oh, enchanting.
(audience clap)
How did you get such
a tiny mouseling
to dance so beautifully?
- It takes a lot of
patience, Your Majesty.
- Oh, now for the
singing, Alice,
mad, bad and dangerous.
(dramatic drum roll)
- Yes, this will help.
- Oh, if only Miss
Lilly were here.
- Go!
♪ Our tale has been told ♪
♪ Our story is sung ♪
(audience boo)
♪ Evil has lost ♪
♪ And good, it has won ♪
♪ Shall I mend my ways ♪
♪ Shall I be as good as gold ♪
♪ Or shall I just stay wicked ♪
♪ Isn't wicked much more fun ♪
♪ I'm mad, bad and dangerous ♪
♪ Yes, I'm horrid
through and through ♪
♪ She's mad, bad and dangerous ♪
♪ I can't be any other way ♪
♪ I can't try something new ♪
♪ I thought of being good ♪
♪ I would be if I could ♪
♪ But wickedness is
simply what I do ♪
♪ And I do it with flare ♪
♪ Yes, I do it with style ♪
♪ It takes a lot of practice
to get to be so vile ♪
♪ I'm as wicked as a Wicked
Stepmouse could ever be ♪
♪ Yes, I'm mad,
bad and dangerous ♪
♪ That's me ♪
♪ She does it with flare ♪
♪ She does it with style ♪
♪ It takes a lot of practice
to get to be so vile ♪
♪ I've taken wickedness as
far as wickedness can go ♪
♪ I'm mad, bad and dangerous ♪
♪ To know ♪
♪ She does it with flare ♪
♪ She does it with style ♪
♪ It takes a lot of practice
to get to be so vile ♪
♪ She's taken wickedness as
far as wickedness can go ♪
♪ I'm mad, bad and dangerous ♪
♪ To know ♪
♪ Go ♪
(Angelina laughs madly)
(audience clap)
- [Mr. Operatski]
Bravo, Angelina.
(mouselings chattering)
- Mr. Operatski has
produced a miracle.
- Oh, Miss Lilly.
- Wonderful, my darling.
You were so horrid,
I am so proud.
- I'm glad you're not like
that in real life, Angelina.
- In real life, she is
the sweetest mouseling
in Mouseland.
Thank you, Angelina.
You know, I could not
have done it without you.
Oh, the Queen.
Her Majesty Queen Serafina.
- It was the very best show
(all clap)
ever in the Theater Royal.
Lilly, my dear, you
are a great artist,
so are you, Mr. Operatski.
I am so pleased that you came.
- Was I all right, Alice?
- Henry, you were magnificent.
- Then I'll get
my special treat.
I have to go home now,
and hang up my stocking.
- Say cheese, please.
- [All] Cheese!
(flash bulb pops)
- Perfect.
Your Majesty, this has been
the greatest day of my life.
- But you're not going, so soon?
- I have promised a little
mouseling a special treat,
I cannot break my promise.
So I will bid you farewell.
- Oh, he is such
a kind man, Lilly.
- Yes, Serafina.
You know, I think he is.
(owl hoots)
- [Father Christmas] You must
be the wonderful little beetle
Mr. Operatski was
telling me about.
- He said I was wonderful?
- Oh, yes.
- But he shouted
at me all the time.
- He was naughty.
But he wanted to
please the Queen.
- [Henry] He had his
picture taken with her.
- [Father Christmas] He did?
- [Henry] Huh-huh.
Father Christmas?
- [Father Christmas] Yes?
- It won't matter that I've
talked to you, will it?
- No, Henry, this
was a special treat
for a special mouseling.
So we were allowed
to break the rule.
- Oh, good.
- But I can't fill your
stocking until you're asleep.
That is a rule that
cannot be broken.
- [Henry] Oh.
- So you just settle down
now, dream beautiful dreams.
- Thank you for coming.
- My pleasure, Henry.
Good night.
- Good night, Father Christmas.
(stocking clanks)
(owl hoots)
- So now it is the turn of
the real Father Christmas.
He must be on his way.
(bells jangling)
- Go on, dear, open it.
- Oh, Dad,
(paper rustling)
it's beautiful.
It's even got the
right color curtain,
and the right shaped stage.
Oh, you are the best father
in the whole of Mouseland.
Miss Lilly was right.
Miss Lilly's always right.
Merry Christmas, Miss Lilly.
- Oh, for me?
- Thank you for making it
the best Christmas ever.
- Merry Christmas,
Angelina darling.
(Christmas music)
Sx01 - The Show Must Go On
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British childrens series about Angelina Mouseling, a young mouse who loves dancing ballet, her family, and her classmates.
British childrens series about Angelina Mouseling, a young mouse who loves dancing ballet, her family, and her classmates.