Cinderella 3: A Twist in Time Page #3

I was the one...

I need her this instant!

Please excuse us, Your Highness?

Please. I'm sorry, just one moment.

No, no, no. Of course,

I can see you're busy.

I'll... I'll let you go.

But... it was me.

Start here! I want this castle

completely rodent-free

in time for the wedding.

Cinderelly! Cinderelly!

Gus?

Cinderelly!

Whoa!

We found Princey!

I did too. But he doesn't

even know who I am.

No, no, no!

It's a magic.

What? What are you talking about?

Stepmother?

- Fairy Godmother?

- Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

She stole it?

I show Princey!

Princey! Princey!

My Cinderelly awaits.

Princey, you will marry Anastasia.

Anesthesia.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo.

She made him forget who I am.

Magic! That explains it.

Boys, we have to get that wand!

Madame, the King himself

has instructed me

to be solely in charge of this affair.

I assure you

I have it entirely under control.

Oh, really?

Look at that!

It's perfect!

They smell lovely.

Dispose of those roses at once.

Anastasia's health is quite...

Ah-choo!

...delicate.

I'm quite sure

I mentioned that to you.

- Madame, I do not...

- Quite sure.

Yes.

Well, perhaps the young ladies

would like to sample the hors d'oeuvres.

Your Grace, a word.

These preparations

are entirely unacceptable.

What a pig!

Who's the pig now?

You call this a cake?

This wedding must reflect

my daughter's elegance.

Drizella will be singing

in the ceremony.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

Oh, wait till you meet her, Dad.

She has everything.

- Breeding, refinement...

- Yes, yes.

No!

Are we in the right room?

You! How could you let this happen?

Don't mind this.

I shall have it cleaned up in no time.

See that you do!

I want this wedding

to go off without a hitch.

And if it doesn't...

Oh, no! Please, sire...

I can explain. I well, you see...

Father, allow me to introduce

my bride-to-be, Anastasia.

Anastasia, this is my dad.

It is an honor, Your Majesty.

Charmed, I'm sure.

So who's up for a dance?

Your little escapade back

there could have cost us everything!

Don't ruin this!

Go get him, twinkle toes.

Oh, I don't dance much.

You're too modest.

That's how we met, remember?

Oh, right. Of course.

I'll never forget

when I first touched...

...your hand.

Oh! I'm sorry.

It won't happen again.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Oh!

I'm sorry.

Oh, dear.

Um... Are you OK?

Oh! Oh, sorry, these aren't my shoes.

I mean, what am I saying?

Of course they're my shoes.

Oh, I just don't know

what's wrong with me today.

Oh, no, no, it was my fault.

I'm afraid I'm just not up-to-date

on the latest dance steps.

Sire, if I may, um, your fitting.

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