Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas Page #3

# They'll put hope

into his heart again #

# He'll cherish every day #

# He'll find

a better world #

# And the strength

to face tomorrow #

# I'm sure that

when he knows the way #

# He'll want #

# To stay ##

[Grunting] Do you think

the master will like his gift?

- I do.

- So does this mean

we're gonna have a Christmas?

[Giggles]

Uh-huh. Absolutely.

Absolutely not.

[Glasses, Whining]

Why not?

Out of the question. Not a chance.

Dream on. An impossibility. Forget it.

[Glasses Sighing]

Come on!

- Suck in that gut.

- [Inhaling]

- Mon ami. Get with

the spirit. Unwind.

- [Moans]

- Oh, dear.

- Come on, love. Have a heart.

[Glasses]

Yeah. Come on.

- No, no, and... let me think...

- Uh-huh? Uh-huh?

- No!

- [All Sighing]

This is where

I put my foot down.

Wait. Get outta...

Go...

The master has

forbidden Christmas!

- [Laughing]

- Oh, dear me.

Forbid Christmas?

No one can forbid Christmas.

He doesn't wish

to be reminded of his past,

and Christmas is

a most painful reminder of it.

I, for one,

do not wish to torture him.

I, for one, think a little

Christmas cheer would do him some good.

- [Glasses] Yeah.

- Oh? Hmm.

The girl is right.

It is up to us to do something.

Gosh! It's not our place

to get involved.

No, no, no, no! We just can't mind

our own beeswax, can we?

Just have to stick our wick

where it doesn't belong.

- [Screaming]

- [Giggling]

Whoa!

[Laughing]

- Oh, humiliating.

- [Mrs Potts] Pish posh.

I think it's

a wonderful idea.

But the master doesn't want it.

His castle, his rules.

It's not fair.

[Glasses Whining]

He's right. It's not fair!

Don't whine, glasses.

[Glasses Whining]

Sorry.

[Mrs Potts]

Look at us, squabbling and bickering.

Breaks my heart

to see it, it does.

And we used to be

at our very best at Christmas.

- Why, we used to prepare

a feast for the entire castle.

- Eh.

Ah, you could have some

stuffed turkey.

- Cranberry sauce.

- Shortbread cookies.

- [Lumiere] Mince pies.

- [Mrs Potts] Potatoes.

- Gravy.

- And Christmas pudding!

Uh, pudding?

With, with custard?

What do you think we are, barbarians?

Of course with custard.

- And raisins and brandy...

- [Slurping]

- and all those things you like.

- [Murmuring Agreement]

Ohh. Oh, l...

- [Moaning] All right.

- Yes!

But if the master finds out

about this, he will be furious,

so, everybody, keep quiet.

Come on!

What are we waiting for, Christmas?

Good heavens, we don't have much time.

It's Christmas Eve!

- I'll see to the dinner.

- I'll get some mistletoe.

- [Glass Sighs]

- We need to brighten this place up.

Belle, I know someone

who will help.

Now, now, wait for me.

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