Barbie in the Pink Shoes Page #3
than ever before.
- Um... Thank you.
- Your eyes, blue as the sky...
- ... your hair, kissed with strawberry-
- Oh, yeah, right. Ha, ha.
- I don't know why-
- And I've never seen you dance...
...like that before,
or anyone else for that matter.
MAN:
Giselle...
...this man is an imposter.
Look at his hands.
Soft like a baby's behind.
Yes, yes, it's true. I'm royal. And rich.
And stunning.
But is any of that my fault?
- No.
- Providence shines down upon you today...
...as I give you the honour
of accepting my proposal.
Oh, I think
there's a little misunderstanding.
Exactly, Giselle and I
are to be married tomorrow.
Ha, ha. That's hilarious.
It's Hilarion.
ALBRECHT:
You? Ha!
What can you offer her?
I am descended
from the most royal of royal lineages.
You are nothing but a oafish farm boy.
I am a hunter.
And provider for this entire village.
Giselle and I milked
our first cows together.
Remember, Giselle?
I got you your first bucket.
- Bucket?
ALBRECHT:
Bucket?I can give her gold buckets,
Whoa! Hold on.
I'm not getting married. I'm only 17.
Seventeen?
Better late than never, my sweet.
You don't look a day over 16.
Couldn't we just dance some more?
HAILEY:
Giselle?
A word?
Your first bucket, really?
It was a nice bucket.
Kristyn, we gotta get out of here.
I don't know. They're both kind of cute.
And you saw me dance, right?
If this is Giselle,
you know how this story ends.
Mad scene, dance, dance,
sword in the heart.
You got some ghosts there. Wooo...
And grave.
Yeah. It doesn't end well, does it?
But just one more dance, then we'll go.
[ALBRECHT & HILARION
SHOUTING AND GRUNTING]
Oh, not the face, not the face!
Uh, they're busy. Let's go.
Where are we going?
Anywhere but here.
KRISTYN:
Someone's coming.
- Maybe they can give us a ride.
- What are you doing?
- Flagging down whoever is in that-
- No, you're not!
Whoa!
Oh, wow. Did you feel that?
I did.
This is not over.
You can't just take whatever you want
everywhere you go.
Yes, actually I can.
I am sixth in line to the throne.
Third, if you don't include my sisters,
which I don't.
ALBRECHT & HILARION:
What?
Exactly what is happening here?
Oh, um... Uh...
Making plans for my wedding
to Giselle, Majesty.
Oh, he hopes in vain.
Your Majesty will be the guest of honour
at my wedding to Giselle.
And where is the bride?
Bring her here so I may watch her
choose between you.
The Snow Queen.
What is the Snow Queen
doing in Giselle?
That's what bothers you most
about this scenario?
I am waiting!
Your Majesty, if we had known
you were coming, we could have-
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