Opening / The Mice Tell a Story[]
Come on, Gus-Gus. Faster!
What's the hurry, Jaq-Jaq? What's the hurry?
Fairy Godmother's here! She's gonna read us the Cinderelly story!
Shh. Pom Pom.
Come on, Gus!
"Cinderella and the prince lived happily ever after. The end."
We missed it?!
Mm-hmm.
Maybe you could read another one.
Oh, I'm sorry, Gus... but that's the only Cinderella book there is.
Yeah, Gus-Gus! You heard her: "The end"! That's all."
Uh, maybe we | could make another book!
We can tell the stories!
And make the drawings!
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Oh, what an excellent idea.
No, no, wait a minute! Who'd wanna read a book made by mice?!
Cinderella would read it. And if you made it, I know that she'd love it.
But we don't know how to make a book!
Oh, don't worry, dear. I think I can help.
[She readies her magic wand.]
Salagadoola menchihka boola | Bibbidi bobbidi boo Put 'em together and what have you got | Bibbidi bobbidi boo
Now, what do we need? A pencil, indeed
And crayons
And glitter
And gluw
We'll sew up the book with a thread and a hook
Bibbidi bobbidi boo
Oh, very nice. Well done, little mice.
But something is missing it's true.
Oh, look there. The pages are bare.
We need a story from you.
Who, us? No, no, we don't know any good stories.
Wait, wait! How's about... "First Day In Castle"?
Oh, yeah.
That is a good one.
I'd love to hear all about it.
Welcome Home, Princess Cinderella[]
Jaq: It was right after Cinderelly and the prince got married. Mice-mice move to the big castle. We had it all to ourselves, and we were having the time of our lives.
(Cinderella's bedroom. Jaq, Gus, Mary and others are lounging on Cinderella's vanity bored. A fanfare sounds.)
Gus: Cinderelly's back!
Grand Duke: Oh, dear, they're back!
Prudence: They're back!
- They're back! | - They're back!
(The king screams and falls backwards, before sitting up. Outside the castle, a carriage with horses is pulling up; inside are Cinderella and Prince Charming returning from their honeymoon.)
Cinderella: We're back!
Prince: Welcome home.
Cinderella: I still can't believe I'm going to live in a castle. Are you sure this isn't just a dream?
Prince: You're a princess now. Princess Cinderella.
(Cut to inside the castle corridor as the king marches sternly with the Grand Duke and Prudence.)
King: She won't even know the first thing about being a princess! She just got back from her honeymoon. It's going to be your duty to prepare the girl.
Grand Duke: Your Majesty, I am honoured.
King: Not you, ninny. Prudence!
Of course not you. He wants the job done right the first time. The royal banquet will be Cinderella's responsibility now. The royal banquet? You'll teach her everything | she needs to know.
But, Sire, she won't know anything about planning a royal banquet!
Cinderella: I don't know anything about planning a royal banquet. Oh, well. At least I can stay past midnight.
Prince: Perfect! And I'll be right by your side.
(Not even seconds after their arrival at the castle...)
Prince: I have to go? Now?! Father, I can't just abandon my princess! Not with the royal banquet only two days away!
King: Nonsense! We have important matters of state to attend to. Important matters of state!
Eh, Father--She hasn't had time to prepare. She's never been a princess before.
I dare say, Majesty, you do like your banquets just so, eh? It's a great deal to ask of the poor girl.
Nonsense! Your Majesty, I can take care of the preparations as I always do.
Just show her what to do! We have a princess now. It's her duty to plan the banquet.
And the king's duty to endure it.
Yes, Your Majesty. Now off we go!
Thank you.
I'm sorry I have to rush off.
Don't worry. I'll be fine.
I know you're gonna surprise us with an incredible feast. I just hope you're not too surprised.
Cinderelly! | - Cinderelly! | - Cinderelly! Jaq! Gus! Mary! | Hello, old friends. Bruno! Look-look. Big chair | for Princess Cinderelly! Oh, my. Big castle too. Don't worry, Cinderelly. | Us mice here to help. Why, thank you, Jaq. We've got | a big day ahead of us tomorrow. Um, this way, fellas.
Unladylike[]
Prudence: Good morning, Your Highness. Your Highness!?
Cinderella: Ready for breakfast? How does a cheese omelette sound?
Prudence: The princess is missing! You! You, girl! Have you seen the princess?
Cinderella: Good morning, Prudence.
Prudence: Oh, I thought you-- But those awful clothes! Well, I-- I didn't recognize you, Your Highness. Allow me to introduce your ladies in waiting. Beatrice and Daphne.
Cinderella: Pleased to meet you. You're just in time for breakfast.
Daphne: Breakfast? Ooh, with toast and jam?
Prudence: Your Highness, a princess | never prepares her own meals. That is not how things are done. There are rules about breakfast? Of course there are rules, | Your Highness. But it's certainly not your fault... that you don't know the traditions of the castle. That's what the king expects me to teach you.
I'm sure I can learn it in no time. Mm-hmm. Come along. | There's no time to dally. Just do as I say, and everything will be fine.
Rules of a Princess[]
(Cinderella's room. Cinderella is being outfitted in fancy undergarments and has a ridiculous fancy hairdo)
Prudence: The king would be horrified... to find the hostess of the royal banquet dressed like a scullery maid! A princess must be attired like royalty.
(A metal petticoat is slipped over Cinderella.)
Cinderella: Do I have to wear this all the time?
Beatrice: Oh, of course not, Your Highness. You'll need something much more formal for dinner.
Cinderella: Couldn't I just wear one of my own dresses?
Prudence: Very amusing, Your Highness... but it simply isn't done.
(Cinderella tries on her new fancy shoes and almost trips; the mice are worried. Cinderella is given a renaissance gown and sees her not-so-Cinderella self in the mirror.)
Cinderella: It's such a beautiful day. Why don't we open the curtains?
Prudence: No, no, no! These curtains are never opened! And certainly not by a princess. It most definitely isn't done.
()
Beatrice: Dukes and viscounts sit nearest the king... unless there is a marquis present.
Cinderella: Wouldn't it be nice if people could just sit wherever they like?
Beatrice: No. You must never seat a duke... above a marquis or below a baron.
(Daphne enters with a maid holding two identically colored napkins.)
Daphne: Which color is correct, Your Highness? Cream or ecru?
Cinderella: Um, e-e-ecru?
Prudence: Goodness, no. Cream.
Cinderella: But there isn't any difference.
Prudence: Oh, my. So much to learn. So little time.
(The kitchen.)
Prudence: At the banquet, as always... the royal menu shall consist of the rarest roast beef... French onion soup, tarragon mashed potatoes, freshly baked baguettes... the finest truffles in the kingdom and, for dessert... Norwegian stewed prunes.
Cinderella: Prunes? For dessert?
Prudence: The king expects it. It is a tradition that is never broken. Besides, I like them.
(Downtown.)
Prudence: Your Highness shall pause here to greet her noble guests.
Cinderella: Remember. Curtsy to royalty, wave to nobility. I know I can do this right.
Villagers: Cinderella! Hi!
Cinderella: My friends! Hello! Hello! How nice to see you. Wait just a minute. (To the guard) Open the gate!
Prudence: No, no, no! These gates are only opened for royal visitors. You must remember the rules. Commoners are never allowed in the palace! It simply isn't done!
[The commoners sadly leave the gate.]
Little boy: Bye...bye...
[Cinderella watches heartbroken before leaving with Prudence, Beatrice, and Daphne. Changes to the dance floor in the castle where the orchestra is playing a slow, classical piece. Cinderella does a fancy cotillion dance with Daphne with books balanced on her head for posture.]
Prudence: At the very least, one must learn to dance with poise and grace. Piece.
Cinderella: I'm trying... [tries to balance the books] I-I-I just need more practice.
[Jaq and Gus watch from atop the mantle.]
Prudence: It must be perfect. It is the king's favorite dance.
[The music continues; one of the violinists yawns out of boredom. So does Gus. Daphne runs over with a cane to hold up Cinderella's chin.]
Prudence: No, no, no, Your Highness. It must be slower and more formal.
[A steward with identically colored napkins appears behind Beatrice.]
Beatrice: Your Highness, eggshell or bone?
Cinderella: Eggshell?
Prudence: Bone.
[A steward behind Daphne holds a list.]
Daphne: Now, who sits next to the count?
Cinderella: The duke?
Prudence: The marquis.
[More identical choices bombard her.]
Beatrice: Gold or silver?
Cinderella: For what?
Daphne: Baron or viscount?
Cinderella: Who?
Beatrice: Pekoe or Darjeeling?
Cinderella: I don't know!
Daphne: Braised or broiled?
Beatrice: Fish or fowl?
Daphne: Stand or sit?
[The next begin to slur until Cinderella cannot take it anymore.]
Prudence: Mind the music!
Beatrice: Hair up or down?
Daphne: Left or right?
Beatrice: One or two?
Daphne: Watch the chair!
Prudence: Your Highness!
[Cinderella trips over a chair and the books fall on her as she flops to the floor.]
Prudence! Your Highness, the dance is best performed on one's feet.
[Without a word, Cinderella stares at everyone; Daphne offers a hand, but Cinderella stands on her own and hands the sole remaining book on her head to Beatrice, and leaves the room.]
Prudence: This is a disaster.
[The door closes, Cinderella goes upstairs in shame.]
My Way![]
[In Cinderella's bedroom, Cinderella is on her bed crying. The mice come to comfort her.]
Jaq: Poor Cinderelly. Please don't cry. Cinderelly not happy, mice-mice not happy!
Cinderella: Jaq, what am I going to do? I'm a complete failure as a princess!...
[Mary is crying as well; she hands her handkerchief to Cinderella, who stops crying.]'
Cinderella: Why can't I learn to do this right?
(She sees her reflection in the mirror.)
Cinderella: Ah, look at me!
Jaq: Cinderelly not look like Cinderelly!
Cinderella: It's true. Something's just not right here.
Gus: Eh... Like, uh, stewed prunes?
Cinderella: Exactly, Gus. And why do they have to keep the palace so dark? And that awful dance. And those boring colors that all look the same!
Gus: And stewed prunes!
Cinderella: Especially those rules about keeping commoners out of the palace! Why, I was a dish maid when the prince married me! And he loves me because I'm me. I've been trying to obey someone else's rules about who I should be... and how I should dress.
[She goes behind a screen to change out of the tacky dress.]
Cinderella: This hair! [undoes the ridiculous hairdo] Ew!
[She comes out back in her maid's outfit.]
Cinderella:I know I can do this. I just have to stop trying to be someone else.
Gus: What's she gonna do, Jaq-Jaq?
Cinderella: Gus, I'm going to plan this banquet my way.
["Follow Your Heart" begins to play as Jaq and Gus give a thumbs-up. Changes to Cinderella and Daphne at the village gates.]
Brooke Allison: Who's to say the rules must stay the same forevermore?
Cinderella: Open the gates!
[The gates open; Cinderella and Daphne enter the village as the guard waves.]
Brooke Allison: Whoever made them had to change the rules that came before
So make your own way, show the beauty within
When you follow your heart, there's no heart you can't win
Oh! Why, thank you!
Prudence: Your Highness, the king would not approve! You're supposed to be inviting dukes and counts and other aristocrats!
Cinderella: I am inviting them, along with all my friends here in the village.
Thank you.
Prudence: Your Highness, I strongly advise against it. It's simply not the way things are done.
Cinderella: Perhaps the time has come to try something new.
Brooke Allison: So reach for the sky, it's not high as it seems
Just follow your heart, go as far as your dreams
This party needs help, starting with dessert.
No prunes. Yuck!
Jaq-Jaq love chocolate.
Chocolate pudding! Now that sounds good.
[Changes back to the dance hall where the orchestra is playing a lively melody; Cinderella dances the waltz with Daphne.]
Daphne: We never get to dance like this!
Brooke Allison: Dance if you want to, don't fear you'll fall
Take a chance, 'cause it's better than never to chance it at all
Prudence: It simply isn't done! It simply, isn't, done!
Jaq: "It simply isn't done!" [dances with Gus] It simply isn't done! It simply isn't done! It simply isn't done!
[The mice laugh in reply. The day of the royal banquet dawns, and two stewards unroll a red carpet as maids clean the castle.]
Brooke Allison: There's a world for the changing and you've just begun
Don't let them tell you it's simply not done!
When you follow your heart you'll shine bright as the sun!
[The carpet stops at Cinderella; here comes Beatrice with identically colored napkins again.]
Beatrice: Your Highness, sand or buff?
Cinderella: Which color do you like?
Beatrice: Hmm. Pink!
Cinderella: [giggles] Perfect. Hmm... Something's still missing...
[She opens the curtains, letting sunlight light up the dark room.]
Brooke Allison: Now, that's more like it!
[The stewards are impressed.]
Prudence: [shrieks] What will the king say?!
Cinderella: I know this is a big change. But I have to try this my way.
Prudence: Well, then, I certainly hope you know what you're doing.
[Prudence marches out of the room.]
The Royal Banquet[]
[That evening, Cinderella is in her room getting ready. She is wearing an aqua blue rendition of her signature gown and headband; Mary hands her a beaded choker which she ties round her neck.]
Jaw: They're here, Cinderelly! They're here!
[From out the window they see their guests arriving, some are fancy horses and carriages, others are horses pulling hay carts from the village.]
Cinderella: Well, it's too late to turn back now.
[She leaves her room as the mice zip down the curtain. In the ballroom, a band is playing a lively vaudeville tune, consisting of the castle orchestra and the jazz band from the village. The guests are not only dukes, earls, and duchesses, but a myriad of commoners dressed in fancy clothes. Jaq, Gus, and Mary watch from up top, tossing their tails to the music.]
Jaq: Now, this dance is more like it!
[Cinderella directs a duchess's attention to the flower seller, who takes her hand and kisses it, and they dance. Prudence watches, dumbstruck.]
Prudence: Oh, this dance is horrifying!
[Now Cinderella meets the little blonde boy who gives her a rose. She takes it and kisses him, then twirls him around as he giggles. Near the banquet table, the mice are taking a supply of the food, with Gus carrying a pile of olives. The music continues before a fanfare sounds to herald the king's return.]
Prudence: The king has arrived.
[The room goes silent and everyone directs their attention to the doors. They open to let the king inside; he is shocked at what Cinderella has planned for the banquet. A waitress walks by with a platter of the chocolate pudding she suggested.]
Pudding!
What in blazes is going on here? Your Majesty! - Who opened those curtains? | - This is all | Princess Cinderella's doing!
Oh, what a lovely moon.
I tried to teach her, Sire.
Commoners?! In the palace?!
She simply refused to listen.
Oh, hello, Giuseppe! It's a scandal!
Your Majesty, I can explain.
What is this?
Your dessert, Sire.
No prunes for dessert?!!
An absolute outrage!
Mmm, chocolate. My favorite! Hahahahahahaha! What happened to the music? Everybody dance!
[And with that, the music resumes and everybody continues dancing. The waitress removes the platter from the king's head before the doors reopen to let the prince inside. He sees Cinderella and they embrace with a twirl and kiss.]
I always said we needed some new traditions around here.
Go on, now, Prudence. You're missing all the fun.
[She escorts her toward the Grand Duke; some tango music plays as they stare confused at one another before Prudence grins meekly. The Grand Duke smirks back and they dance the tango together.]
Did I miss something?
Surprise!
Whoa!!
Splendid job. Splendid!
It is the princess who deserves your praise, Sire. And I am honored to be at Her Highness's service.
Cinderella: I think we're going to be great friends.
[Prudence and the Grand Duke continue dancing as the royal banquet is going perfect just the way Cinderella planned it. Up on the railing, Jaq, Mary, and two other mouse couples dance along while Gus and two other mice eat the food; he swallows an olive whole. The guests applaud as Cinderella and the prince are escorted to their thrones and the king picks up a crystal tiara.]
King: I told my son he had chosen well. You're a natural.
[He crowns her with the tiara and the guests cheer happily.]
Hooray! Hooray!
King: Another dance!
[Another tune starts up; Cinderella and the Prince lean in.]
Prince: I'm glad you do things your own way.
Cinderella: Someday I'll get this princess thing right
Prince: I think that day is today.
[They share a kiss as a heart closes out around them.]
An Unusual Wish[]
Well, Cinderella certainly turned things around, didn't she?
Yeah, no more big hair.
[One of the mice is painting a picture of Cinderella in her tacky dress and hairdo; Gus is making a pink ribbon into a bow.]
Or prunes! Yuck!
Can't get it. Oh, let me help with that. Whoa! Watch it. | I don't like that magic stuff. Remember what | happened last time. Oh, now there's a story | we should tell. Yeah, that's a good one! Oh, no. No, no, no. | Very, very boring story. We don't want to hear that one. - But, Jaq, it's my favourite. | - Okay, let's hear it. Well, it certainly was | an unusual wish, Jaq, dear. But things didn't turn out | quite the way you had planned.
A Small World[]
Duh, what are we doing in the garden, Jaq-Jaq? Gus-Gus not had breakfast yet!
Gus-Gus, we're going to pick flowers for Cinderelly.
What for?
Because we never get a chance to do anything for Cinderelly now.
Uh, sure we do.
Like what?
Uh, well, uh, duh, uh, let's see.
See?
Oh, Cinderelly don't need mice-mice. She got lots of people to help her.
Well, I want to bring her |a big bunch of flowers.
That's enough!
You've got to think big, Gus-Gus!
P-P-P-P-Pom Pom!
Your flowers, Highness.
Well, thank you. Oh, these are even prettier than yesterday's.
Here's the list of remaining preparations for the festival tomorrow.
Oh. We sure throw a lot of parties around here, don't we?
Oh, this is no mere party, Highness. This is the Spring Festival!
Oh, good morning, fellas. What do you have there?
For you. But they're too small.
They're beautiful! How very sweet. Thank you.
Your Highness, the festival committee is assembled...in the library awaiting your instructions!
And the bath is in the pantry awaiting you.
I'll see you later, boys.
Good morning, Jaq.
Hello, Mary. Pretty coat!
I made it for you. Want to try it on?
Oh, very nice.
Cinderelly forgot party list!
Jaq can help! Take list to Cinderelly!
I-I-I-I-I got it! | No problem. I'll be right back. Very well, the prince and I will cut | the ribbon to begin the festival. Now, any other suggestions? I propose we move | the Spring Festival to summer. Genius! I wish I had | thought of it myself. Then I'm afraid it wouldn't be | a Spring Festival any more. - Yes, yes, quite so. Of course not, | I dare say, Your Highness. | - Yummy. Perhaps this year we should | not invite the children. - Can't open. | - They appear to be always underfoot. | No children. A brilliant idea. But the festival is for the children. And an even more brilliant rebuttal! Oh, I suppose. | But the lines are so long. No problem. We'll add more rides. Help! Oh, I can't stand mice! | Oh! Disgusting! Jaq, are you all right? No help to Cinderelly. | Just make a big mess. I'm sorry, Jaq. | Tell you what. I'm about to go out to the fairgrounds. | Why don't you come with me? - I could really use your help. | - Help? Zug-zug! Meet me at the stables | in ten minutes. No problem. Here we are. There, Charger. Wow. Not sure Cinderelly | can find me down here. Jaq? - Jaq? | - Hey, Cind-- - Jaq? | - Your Highness, your escort | is waiting for you outside. Thank you. Jaq? Cinderelly! Oh, well. | I guess he couldn't come. Oh, no! Cinderelly, wait! Cinderelly! Cinderelly?
Jaq's Wish[]
I never get to do anything any more. | I never get to help. Get left behind sitting in the dirt. | Used to help a lot. Now I'm too small to do this, | too small to do that, | too small to help Cinderelly. No good to anybody! Castle not like old house. Castle for | big people. No place for mice. No place! Everything's bigger than me. | Even flowers bigger! Don't like being small. | Don't like being a mouse. I wish I was big! There, there, dear. Tell me all-- Jaq? Uh, Jaq? Oh, there you are, dear. I heard your wish, Jaq. | Aren't you happy the way you are? Only big people help Cinderelly. | I want to be big! No, I want to be human. Human? Oh, good heavens! But, Jaq, you've always helped | Cinderella just the way you are. Cinderelly's a princess now. No time | for mice. Nobody likes mice anyway. So that's what you think. I get beat up by cat and-- | and horse and-- and big, scary lady! Humans are bigger. | Bigger better. If you really feel that way... perhaps it would be | for the best to grant your wish.
Bibbidi bobbidi boo!
[She waves her wand, magic sprinkles around Jaq as he becomes a silhouette which magically changes from a mouse to a big human man. Unfortunately, Pom Pom saw everything from behind the fountain and in her vision, sees the human Jaq as eight times the mouse. She licks her lip and follows after as the human Jaq now admires his new life.]
- The sun's up shining | Silver lining #
- It's gonna be a beautiful day #
Sir Hugh: Jaq. The human Jaq. How do you do?
- Church bells ringing | Birds all singing #
Everything's going my way
Sir Hugh: Zug-zug. I really am human!
Climb the trees | Smell the breeze Laugh with all your might Blue skies showing | Everything's going right You'll never stop the raining | by sitting and complaining It all comes down to you You'll smile again | It happens when You change your point of view
Sir Hugh: I love the view from up here!
When you're small, one inch tall And then you're six foot two You've hit the big time now | and the world is looking up to you
Sir Hugh: There she is. What am I going to say? Princess Cinderelly, it's me. Jaq! Look, I'm human now. I'm human now too!
When you're small | One inch tall And then you're six foot two - You've hit the big time now | - Princess Cinderelly! - The world is looking up to you
Sir Hugh: It's me!
Yeah, you - My dear sir. | - Oh, you poor man! - Sir, um-- | - I'm hu-- | - Oh, Sir Hugh, is it? - Well, then. Pleased to know you. | - I, uh, " knows " to please you too! - Are you all right, Sir Hugh? | - Yes, yes, I-- | - Hugh, eh? - Would that be Belgian? | - What? Eh, no, no. No, no, no, of course not. | No accent. I'm so sorry about the mess. | Here, let me help you. No, no, that's why I'm here. | To-- To help you. I'm-- Aha! The committee sent you! Oh. You're here to help | with the Spring Festival? - You're Dutch! | - No. I mean yes. Uh, but I'm-- Late! Your Highness, it is late. | We're expected back at the palace. - Shall we ride back together? | - Ride? On horses?
Sir Hugh's Bad Day[]
Sir Hugh: Nice horsie!
Sir Hugh? Have you ridden before?
Sir Hugh? Sir Hugh?
Oh, there you are. Oh. Peach blossoms. Aren't you sweet? They're beautiful. Thank you.
Ah, Highness, there you are. The tailor is in an absolute dither. The cook is having a crisis. The animal trainer is flummoxed! And they're all asking for you.
Could you please find a vase for these? I'll be right back. Thank you, Sir Hugh. You're a big help.
Sir Hugh: Perfect. Helping Cinderelly with flowers.
Sir Hugh: Pom Pom!
Sir Hugh: I shouldn't be afraid of cat! I am human now. Bigger than cat. But I am still afraid of cat!
Oh, good. You found a vase.
Happy to help. Uh, what I want to s--
Your Highness, the Countess LeGrand is awaiting you in the dining hall.
Think you could keep her company till I get there?
A mouse!
Sir Hugh: What am I doing? I'm a man now.
A big, fat mouse!
Sir Hugh: Oh, no. Gus-Gus!
Get away!
My hero. Oh, you saved me.
Well, I think we just found the couple to lead the first dance. We better go get ready. I'll send a valet for you, Sir Hugh. See you at the festival!
Hey, Mary, where's Jaq-Jaq?
I don't know, Gus. I'm worried about him.
Sir Hugh: Here I am!
Sir Hugh: Wait! It's me. Jaq, is everything all right, dear? Uh, oh, yes. Great. | No problem. Well, I think you gave your friends | a bit of a fright.
Sir Hugh: They ran away from me. Even Mary. Oh, now surely you don't miss | being a mouse. No, I guess not. Aren't you happy being human? Yeah. Sure not as easy | as I thought. But I know I'll get it.
Her Highness Cinderella is asking for you. The evening's festivities are upon us.
Sir Hugh: Zug-zug!
Jaq?
Zug-zug, eh? I don't believe | I'm familiar with that expression. Um, it-it means-- | It's French. Aha! French is it? | Well, that explains everything.
The Spring Festival[]
Cinderella: Ladies and gentlemen, let the Spring Festival begin!
Race you to the Ferris wheel!
Look there. Hi.
Oh, an elephant! Come on! I just love elephants!
Your Majesty, uh--
Let's go!
Around the world! Up and down. Up and down. | Around like a Ferris wheel. Uh, are you sure | Jaq-Jaq's here, Mary? He must be, Gus. | Let's find him. Sir Hugh, are you | enjoying yourself? Well, um, there's something-- You're not whispering | about me, are you? I believe I promised | you two the first dance. What a lovely dancer. | Oh, my! Oh! Sir Hugh! Is that your kitty? Oh! Isn't she precious? Oh! Ready for the next dance? Nice kitty. Oh, I hate elephants!
I'm a Mouse![]
Sir Hugh: This is all my fault! I wish Fairy Godmother was here!
[Sure enough, she materializes.]
Fairy Godmother: Jaq, this is your chance to help.
Sir Hugh: What can I do?
Fairy Godmother: Hmm, an elephant. What do you think could stop him?
[The elephant passes nearby, the king dragged by its tail.]
King: Stop in the name of the king!!!
Sir Hugh: Don't know!
Fairy Godmother: Perhaps... a mouse?
[Sir Hugh is surprised to hear this.]
Fairy Godmother: Aren't all elephants afraid of mice? [Sir Hugh nods] Are you a man, or a mouse?
[Sir Hugh takes out the coat Mary made for him, and has a firm realization:]
Sir Hugh: I'm a MOUSE!
[The elephant is still running like crazy, now charging right where Sir Hugh stands. Sir Hugh gets into position and signs halt, but the elephant does not stop. Sir Hugh gives the thumbs-up cue for the Fairy Godmother, to wave her wand and say the magic words and turn him back, however...]
Fairy Godmother: Oh, dear, now...
[Here comes the elephant.]
King: HURRY! HURRY!
[Sir Hugh gets nervous.]
Fairy Godmother: How does it go again...?
King: HEEL! HEEL!
[As she tries to remember the magic words, we cut back and forth between the elephant and Sir Hugh, now sweating desperately, Mary and Gus brace for it as the elephant comes closer...and closer...]
Fairy Godmother: ...Oh, yes! [giggles] Bibbidi bobbidi boo!
[And with that, she fires her wand, zapping Sir Hugh and turning him back into Jaq the mouse just in time. The elephant sees Jaq's mouse form and immediately screeches to a halt, sending the king flying into the sky.]
King: HELLLLLLLP!!!!
[He lands safely in one of the Ferris wheel seats.]
King: Oh! I can see my castle!
[Everybody cheers; Jaq opens his eyes and realizes the elephant stopped.]
Jaq: I guess there are some things only a mouse can do. [spins his tail; sees he is himself again] I'm a mouse! [kisses his tail] Haha! Yes! I'm a mouse! I'm a mouse! I'm a mouse! I'm so glad I'm a mouse! I'm a mouse! Jaq is back! I'm a mouse! A mouse! M-O-U-S-E! I'm a mousie mousie!
Oh. Sir Hugh's kitty! Come, sweetums. | Let's go find your master. Oh, aren't you just the sweetest, | little, most precious baby?
Jaq, that was so brave! Mary, I really missed you. You're a hero!
Jaq, you saved the day! | I can always count on you. - You're right there when I need you. | - I am? Yes, you are. I'm so glad you're back! Me too!
A Big Mess[]
[That same scene is shown as one of the pictures for the book; Jaq and Mary roll it up.]
Mary: Thank goodness that's over.
Jaq:Yeah. Phew! No more magic for Jaq-Jaq.
[He ties the page onto a string.]
Mary: Not even a little?
Jaq: [gets hoisted up] Whoa!!
[The page is carried over to the book and lowered into the center; Jaq cuts the string with his teeth before unfolding it with two girl mice. Magic dust flits off the page as it is unfolded; Mert notices.]
Mert: Hey, magic make this go a lot faster!
[He scoops up some of the dust in his hat and throws it at some of the art tools; a paintbrush hops out.]
Mert: Let's go to work!
[The paintbrush follows him; another mouse tries to get a pencil, but it flies out on its own along with the others.]
Male mouse 1: [shocked exclamations]
Bert, male mouse 2: [screaming]
[They duck behind a ruler they were carrying as the art tools fly over them. A pencil makes mustache scribbles on a picture of Pom Pom.]
Male mouse 3: Uruk!!
[Bert is scribbling with blue crayon; a paintbrush paints his backside yellow.]
Bert: Huh?
[The scissors startle Gus.]
Gus: Aye!
[The pink ribbon piles all around him like a mummy; a pencil erases the flowers from a page Luke is working on.]
Luke: [gasps]
[The scissors cut the ribbon two of the girl mice were holding.]
Perla: Good gracious!
[A paintbrush whites out one of the finished pages of the spring festival.]
Male mouse 4: Oh, no!
[A pencil scoops up Mary.]
Mary: I'm trying to sew!
[The whitening paintbrush scribbles by some paint tubes, splattering paint all over the mice.]
Male mouse 5 I'm splattered!
Jaq: How awful!
[He falls on a tube of green paint; it squirts and gets all over Mary.]
Mary: It's tragic!
Jaq: I feel a bit pale.
[Gus is chased by the scissors; Mert, who is resting while the paintbrush he summoned paints red for him, looks up and sees how haywire the art tools have become.]
Gus: Watch out! That's my tail!
Fairy Godmother: I think we've had quite enough magic!
[She motions for the art tools to stop; they immediately drop to the floor.]
- What a mess! | - Yeah, it's a mess, all right. | - A big, old, stinky mess.
Mary: Oh, we've seen worse!
Jaq: Yeah. Remember when Anastasia fell in love?
I sure do. | - Yeah! Fairy Godmother: Cinderella's stepsister? That Anastasia? - Yeah!
Gus: Now that's a messy story!
Mary: No. It's a love story.
[She dances the waltz with Jaq as a music box melody starts up.]
At the Chateau[]
Lucifer! Stop hogging the mirror! - That's mine! | - No! It's mine! - No! Mine! | - Hey! That's mine! Oh, you're right. - It is yours. | - You did that on purpose! - Did not! | - Did too! | - Did not! | - Did too! Girls, stop all this | bickering at once! Cinderella's ball is tomorrow night, | so pay attention! Every noble bachelor in | the kingdom will be there. If you want to find a husband, you have | to make the most of this opportunity. I won't let you fail me again. - Yes, Mother. | - Yes, Mother. Drizella, pin back those curls. Anastasia, put more colour | in your cheeks! A perfect appearance | is the only way... to attract a proper gentleman. We shall find you | men of wealth and nobility. - Maybe a count. | - Or a duke. Precisely. Come along now. | We need new gowns for the both of you. - With new shoes. | - And jewellery. The fancier the better. | Lucifer, come.
Downtown/Anastasia Meets the Baker[]
Lucifer! Morning, Cinderelly! | Why you dressed like that? I'm going to the market in disguise | so no one will recognize me. I want to surprise the prince | with a garland of flowers. - Want to come along? | - Oh, yeah. Let's go! | - Yes! Let's go! Gus-Gus come along. Remember the tradition. Give these to each other at the ball, | and you'll always be together. Don't you need a garland | of roses for the ball? Guaranteed to win you his heart. Anastasia, what are you doing? Oh! Nothing. Coming. Everything smells so good. Would you like one? | Oh, be careful. They're hot. Anastasia, I think not. Everything in this shop is | inferior. You can build a house | out of these bricks. Come along, Anastasia. You're not to say a word | to that shopkeeper. - I forbid it! | - Yes, Mother.
Anastasia's in Love?[]
He's got that look...and I know that look.
Seasick?
Oh, very funny. I think they're in love.
Anastasia's in love? That's crazy, Cinderelly!
Oh, come on, you two. Anyone can fall in love.
Anyone but Anastasia.
Maybe she just needs some help.
Yeah, lots of help.
Well, I had lots of help too, remember? We have to figure out how to get them together again. I know! We'll lure them into the square, and here's how we'll do it. The birds will get her hat. You get the baker's attention. Bring Anastasia back here. Get the baker to come outside and they'll meet right in front of the shop.
That's right, Gus.
They'll never know what hit them.
[The birds take flight and notice Anastasia below. They fly down to her and snatch her bonnet off her head.]
Hey!
Okay, fellas... get his attention, and remember, keep it simple.
Mice in my baguettes! Lucifey! Come back here! Oh! | Oh! Filthy creatures! Are you okay? Oh, no! Anastasia? What are you doing here | dressed like that? You look like a laundry maid. I'm not the one | with egg on my face. I saw you in the baker's shop. He must think I'm-- He saw it was an accident. | Don't give up so fast. What would you know? | You're beautiful. It's always been easy for you. Easy? That's not | how I remember it. Look, Anastasia, you just need | a little help, that's all. If I weren't | so clumsy and plain-- Listen, why don't you | come back to the castle? We'll clean you up and then | we'll get you two together. But Mother forbids it! | She thinks he's beneath me. And I think she's wrong. | The baker's terrific. And he cooks too.
Lucifer's Crush[]
Yoo-hoo! Lucifey like Pom Pom, yes? Mice can help if Lucifey promise | to stop chasing mice! Deal?
Getting Ready[]
- There. Good as new. | - Don't stop now! Mother says that looks | count for everything. Well, of course you want to look | your best, but that's not | the most important thing. Yeah, yeah, yeah. | What I need is a whole new look. Make me look good | make me look swell Make me look fine We're pourin' it on | you just sit back 'Cause, baby, you're mine You send me into a spin Make a splash | when you walk in Those eyes so rare | the lips, the hair You're a breath of fresh air Brushing the fur | comb the hair out Trim up the toes Give me the dress and the shoes And the jewellery and clothes You can judge your books | from how the cover looks Wear make-up by the ounce But didn't they tell you | it's what's inside that counts Make me a star | make me look great Make me look grand I got style and grace | but it's a painted-up face Gets you a man Snip, cut | when we are through You're gonna look so good | it's true The fur, the bows | the chin, the nose Oh, ah | Ooh-la-la Looks won't hide | It's what's inside that counts You wanna be a bride | It's what's inside that counts What about a necklace? - Lucifer! | - Stupid cat. Remember, you'll catch more flies | with honey than with vinegar. What does that mean? | Who'd want to catch flies? I mean the best way to impress | the baker is just to be nice to him. - How do I do that? | - You could start with a smile. Better get me | a bigger necklace. Come on. - I make babies cry too. | - Here. He'll never be able to resist. You think so? But what if Mother catches me? She told me never to speak | to the baker again! Maybe it's time to stop following | someone else's orders... and start following your heart. It's late! | I have to go! But what about the baker? I could walk you to his shop. Meet you in the market | at noon tomorrow? I can hardly wait!
A Dreadful Sight[]
Mother, I have to run to town. | We're out of bread. Hey! Excuse me. Can I borrow this? | Thanks! Oh! I'll wait for you | by the apple cart. - Do you think she'll like them? | - They're beautiful! She's going to love them! What? What happened? Anastasia!
The Deal's Off[]
Run for it! The deal is off!
Dreams Do Come True[]
Don't look at me! I look horrible!
Wait! Please!
Anastasia! How dare you defy me! You were forbidden to speak to this man!
Oh, look at her! It's a disaster! We'll be the laughing stock of the entire town.
You've embarrassed yourself quite enough with this foolishness. Dear child, you know I only have your best interests at heart. You deserve better. Come along.
No, Mother! You're wrong! He's sweet.
She's wonderful.
He's romantic. And we are going to the ball together.
Drizella, come along. Drizella!
Oh, thank you! I never dreamed I could be this happy.
You see? Dreams do come true.
A Book For Cinderella/Ending[]
Hmm, looks good!
Hmm, needs something. Oh, Gus-Gus, where's your bow?
Right here. Ta-da!
Perfect. All finished!
Are you ready to show Cinderella?
Look! There she is!
Let's go!
Salagadoola menchichka boola | Bibbidi bobbidi boo Put 'em together and what have you got | Bibbidi bobbidi boo Salagadoola menchichka boola | Bibbidi bobbidi boo It'll do magic believe it or not | Bibbidi bobbidi boo Now salagadoola-mee | and menchichka boola-roo But the thingamabob that does the job | is Bibbidi bobbidi boo
Cinderelly! Yoo-hoo.
Cinderelly. Cinderelly.
Look what we made!
Whoa!
Look out!
What's this?
It's a book. We made it!
Do ya like it?
I love it! What's it about?
Uh, it's about all of us.
How wonderful! I don't suppose you'd want to read this together, would you?
All right!
Yes!
Oh, boy!
Oh, boy! Oh, boy!
Oh, look! We're all in here. And these are our stories. "Once upon a time there was a big castle... and in this castle lived a prince and a princess-- "
It's magic. Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Mirror, mirror, on the wall | Can you picture me at all I can be whatever I want to be I can make my story change Just like in a picture frame Magic spells and fairy tales | Pennies in a wishing well To pick up the pieces You just look inside And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together | You go ala-ka, ala-ka-zoo And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together 'cause all you | need is inside of you So put it together And go Bibbidi bobbidi boo Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Everybody has a dream | Sometimes it's like it never seems That your wish will change to reality When you feel you've had enough | don't you think of giving up There's no mountain you can't climb One step at a time All that you needed Was there all the time And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together | and go ala-ka, ala-ka-zoo And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together 'cause all | you need is inside of you So put it together And go Bibbidi bobbidi boo Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi All that you needed Was there all the time And when you put it together | it's magic - It's magic | - Put it together | and go ala-ka, ala-ka-zoo And when you put it together | it's magic - It's magic | - Put it together 'cause all | you need is inside of you And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together | and go ala-ka, ala-ka-zoo And when you put it together | it's magic Put it together 'cause all | you need is inside of you So put it together And go Bibbidi bobbidi boo Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi Salagadoola | Menchichka boola Bibbidi bobbidi Bibbidi bobbidi