Beauty and the Beast: Belle's Magical World (1998)

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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 beer human.

But row 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 ore...

who could learn to love a beast...

and thus release them all from the spell.

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.

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 twenty 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?

Mademoiselle.
Your presence here...

this evening warms my heart.

Why. Thank you.

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...

rot until her work is finished.

- Isn't that terrible?
- Uh-huh.

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.

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. Ro!

Oh. You poor thing.

Uh. Dazed. Disoriented.
Uhh...

That was an awful thing to do.

You're acting rude and foolish.

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.

Couldn't hear... ha!

She's been using that excuse for years.

Apologize?
She should apologize to me!

Yes. Master. Of course. Master.

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.

Yet there's
one minor catch. However.

I will never apologize!

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.

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?

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. Don't say a word.
- Huh?

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 ore who's beer 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..."

"At the flowering farm...

"then drew herself up courageously for the"...

"Journey ahead."

Do you like it so far?

BEAST. Mm. Yes. Keep reading.

"Her childhood held such sweet"...

"Memories. Which she would"...

"Cherish like precious gems."

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.

Very well.

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?

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!

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.

- Webster?
- Hmm?

For goodness sake.
Come down here.

Unh.

POTTS. La Plume. Surely
you car do better than that.

And, Crane.
You're much too short...

to be a map. Come over here.

Unh.

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 rot suggesting
I would do such a thing.

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.

- I worded it.
- And Crane here...

Where are you?!

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.

Stand aside.

Let them go. I beg you.

They betrayed me.

Please!
I can't bear to see them harmed.

Very well. I will spare them.

But if they ever step foot
in this castle again...

they will have to answer to me.

Please!

- But they didn't mean...
- Silence!

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.

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.

I must find them.

I'll ride after them.
Bring them back...

and... 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.

It is the 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. Ro. Ro. Ro.

I'd rather freeze to death
in a wolf's stomach. Thank you.

I'm rot 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.

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.

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.

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. Chardeliera.

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.

Oh. Lumiere.
All you had to do was ask.

BELLE:
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 verture onto the verarda...

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.

It's warm now.

Soon it will be spring.

Beautiful.

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.

This dusting.
It's a dirty job. No?

But someone must do it.

Come. Fifi. My girl.
Time is of the essence.

We must have this room...
spotless.

FIFI. Madame? Heh.

Do you know what day tomorrow is?

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.

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?

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.
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.

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.

A speech!

"Fifi. You are so feathery."

Uh. "Fifi.
Words cannot express..."

"My one. My only. My... my..."

Oh. My. My!

Aah! Fire!

Fire! Fire!

Oh. Dear!
Chip. Get your brothers...

and tell them to fill up first.

Hurry!

COGSWORTH: All right. Everyone.
Please remain calm.

Aah!
All right. Single file. People.

Containers to the front of the line.

COGSWORTH. Everyone.
To the front of the lire.

- Well. Not the flammable ones.
- 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?

- Well done!
- Yay!

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...

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?

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.

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 carrot do it here.
The little ore might see us.

Oh.

Come. Ma cherie...

we shall. As they say.
Make beautiful music together.

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.

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.

Now. You must tell me...

how you are honestly feeling about her.

L... 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.

She has no shame.

Oh.

Tell me everything you'd tell her.

It is so difficult.

I wart to. You must know
I wart to more than anything.

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.

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...

- Lumiere?
- Huh?

Where are you going with that tuba?

What tuba?

BELLE. Lumiere.
Weren't you coming to see me?

My dear. You must remember...

things are not always as they seem.

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.

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.

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?

Mr. Cogsworth.

Her again.
Pretend you do not see.

I have been looking all over for you.

You big hunk of clock. You.

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 are magnifique.

Oh. So. Uh. How you say.
Full of life. Heh heh.

FIFI. The fashions. They come.
The fashions. They go...

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.

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?

Well. The...

The secret of my comedy.
Madame. Is...

Timing. Ha ha ha.

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.

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 rights 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.

Now I have done all I can do.

There is nothing left for me here.

Fifi. Where are you going?

Oh. Nowhere. Heh...

Vixen.

I beg your pardon?

Oh. Nothing.

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.

This'll be a night to remember.

It sure will.

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.

Relax. My love.
Everything will be all right.

Yes. I believe it will.

Ah. Lumiere.
What a fool I've been.

But a fool for love.
And there is no better kind.

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!

LUMIERE:
And the... the... and the moon.

- Did I say "the moon"?
- Oh!

And... Sultar? Where is Sultar?

Who's driving this thing?

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!

Oh. My brave one!
What shall we do?

There is only one thing to do.

We must scream like bloodless cowards.

- Help! Help!
- Aah!

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!

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.

Oh. My word!
That doesn't look safe at all.

What shall we do now?

Now?
I believe we shall perish.

Fifi. Lumiere!

Hold on. Lumiere!

Considering the option...

I have no intention of doing otherwise.

Lumiere. Save us!

- I would if I could!
- Aah!

Lumiere!

Don't let go. My love!

I have an idea.

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 l...
- Yes?

- L...
- I'm listening!

I...

I am not going anywhere!

Get a tight hold and don't let go.

One moment. If you will.

L... oh... oh. No!
Oh. My... no. No. No!

Well. The words...
they escape me.

Tell me. Lumiere!

You... you are my ore.
My only. Uh...

you are heaven-sent.
A beautiful angel...

Oh. Fifi. Plainly and simply.
I love you.

- You do?
- I do.

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.

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.

Yes. Thank you. Webster.

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.

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.

COGSWORTH. I'm afraid
all this precipitatior...

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.

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.

L... 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 elegart 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. Tres. L...

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.

Concertina.
That's a sharp in measure four.

Tubalu. Let's try up an octave.

Right.

Maestro. I could use a break.

These lively French melodies are m*rder.

What? I'll give you a break
when you play it right.

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.

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?

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.

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 two 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 two-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 fur.
And we're running out of time.

In fact. Let's find
Lumiere and Cogsworth...

and tell them the same thing.

"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.

MRS. POTTS: Oh. I hope
that'll make him happy.

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.

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.

And here, as the cake enters the parlor...

it builds majestically.

Perhaps I could offer a slight
suggestion with the melody.

Witherspoon!
Our weather prediction.

- Aha!
- No. Wait!

No! Not the music! Oh. Ro!

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.

Tres.

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 Tres forced upon us.

Tres 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.

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. Someore!

The cake...
she has gore 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!

It won't budge.

- Pull harder!
- Look out!

What on earth happened?

Chef Bouche's cake was destroyed by saboteurs!

Why am I not surprised?

It's all his fault!

He and Tres 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.

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!

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.

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.

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.

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!

But I sent the sewing basket up a week ago.

L... l... 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.

And. Uh...

what does master wish for his luncheon?

Perfection... nothing less.

WARDROBE. Really.
Master's a lovely fellow...

if you car overlook a few things...

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.

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?

OK. Who's wearing cashmere?

There's cashmere in the room.

Is it me.
Or is it really hot in here?

Ahem. Ahem.
Uh. The invita... the invita-a...

- Yes.
- The invitation. Master.

Oh. Yes.

You're having lunch with me!

Am I?

- You are.
- I am not.

Perhaps the master might be
a bi-i-i-i-t more gracious.

Why should I?

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 will be expected...

at exactly 12:00 sharp.
On the dot. Precisely.

What is that smell?

Uh. Smell? Uh. What smell?

Uh. I don't smell any bird.
Did I say bird?

I mean. Brr.

Ooh! Is it me.
Or is it really cold in here?

I know I smell something.

No. I'm... I'm afraid
it's just the sock drawer.

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 rot.

Oh. No. His wing. It's broken.

MRS. POTTS. I thought
something was amiss. Miss.

Mrs. Potts! L... that... we...

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

Your secret's safe with me.

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.

It's a splint. Chip...

to hold the wing in place while it heals.

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.
Straighter that lire 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.

Assuming. Of course. There
could ever be enough about me.

Now. As you know.
The master has requested...

- Oh h* h* h*.
- Lumiere.

Will you stop chasing her?

That. Monsieur.
Is my one goal in life.

Ahem. As I was saying...

Do you mind?

Thank you. As I wa...

That will do! As l...

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 pate won't obey.

There. There, love.
Let me help you.

All right. Then. My dears...

we really must be getting on with our chores.

The master's having Belle
to lunch. And...

And I will tolerate
nothing less than perfection.

Now. The first order
of business...

Again?

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.

Liners. Well.
Let's get those wrinkles out.

Everyone else.
You know what to do.

But... but... but l...

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.

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...

Oh. 12:07 p.m.

Per-ha-haps she's still.
Uh. Dressing.

Best be a better reason than that.

Now then. Are you hungry?

I am hungry!

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.

And since I don't wear shoes...

it took a bit longer than I expected.

Rest is what you need.

What's keeping you?

Oh. Yes. Heh.
I forgot all about you.

You... forgot?

Well. L...

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 now!

Come back here!
Somebody catch that thing.

Yes. Of course.
Uh. Catching. Sir.

BEAST: Get out!

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!

Leave him alone!

Oh. No!

Is he all right?

I think so.

Please...

please. Wake up.

Oh. Let's don't gather too qu...

Master.

That's... beautiful.

Heh.
I was trying to tell you.

Such a wonderful sound.

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...

That's it. If you two
cannot cut the mustard...

your services will not be required.

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.

You're jo... uh. Me?
But I...

I'm tone-deaf.

I know absolutely nothing about music...

except. Obviously.
How to keep time.

Sing.

Yes. Singing.

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.

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.

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...

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!

How dare she speak to me like that?

Oh! I can hardly see the spout
in front of me face.

My word, Dearie.
What's become of your flame?

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?

BEAST. The time has come.

We must see if you've healed.

All right. Then.

You must go free.

Quiet! Hush! Stop that now!

Uh. Perhaps master
should keep a tighter grip...

on the creature. Lest he
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?

Come. Watch.

Go on. Now. Fly.

Oh. My heavens. No.

I must save him.

Master! Uhh!

COGSWORTH.
I wonder. If you... heh...

have the time. Might you
be able to save us as well?

In a minute. Cogsworth.

COGSWORTH. Oh. Ro.
No... no problem. Really.

I wasn't going anywhere...
I hope.

Mrs. Potts!

Hold on!

I have no intention of disobeying.

Ah. Now I remember.

I had meant to have that cape mended.

- Aah!
- Cogsworth!

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.

And now it would seem my time has run out!

My. How time flies.

Very good. Nicely done.

You're looking wonderful.

Ah... ah... ah.
Let me give you a hand.

- It's your friend.

He's come back.

Ah, 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 or that.

Ore must build or a firm foundation...

of trust and respect...

in order to flourish and flow.
Rourish and grow...

always attentive to the reeds of the other...

and honesty.

Utter honesty is the key...