Cinderella II: Dreams Come True Page #2

Goodness, no. Cream.

But there isn't any difference.

Oh, my. So much to learn.

So little time.

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.

Prunes? | For dessert?

The king expects it. | It is a tradition that is never broken.

Besides, I like them.

Your Highness shall pause here | to greet her noble guests.

Remember. Curtsy to royalty, | wave to nobility.

I know I can do this right.

- Cinderella! | - Cinderella! Hi!

My friends! Hello! Hello!

How nice to see you. | Wait just a minute.

- Open the gate! | - 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.

Bye-bye!

At the very least, one must learn | to dance with poise and grace.

I'm trying. | I-I-I just need more practise.

It must be perfect. | It is the king's favourite dance.

No, no, no, Your Highness. | It must be slower and more formal.

Your Highness, eggshell or bone?

- Eggshell? | - Bone.

Now, who sits next to the count?

- The duke? | - The marquis.

- Gold or silver? | - For what?

- Baron or viscount? | - Who?

- Pekoe or Darjeeling? | - I don't know!

- Braised or broiled? | - Fish or fowl? | - Stand or sit?

- Mind the music! | - Hair up or down? | - Left or right?

- One or two? | - Watch the chair! | - Your Highness!

Your Highness, the dance | is best performed on one's feet.

This is a disaster.

Poor Cinderelly. | Please don't cry.

Cinderelly not happy, | mice-mice not happy.

Jaq, what am I going to do?

I'm a complete failure | as a princess.

Why can't I learn to do this right?

Ah, look at me.

Cinderelly not look like Cinderelly.

It's true. | Something's just not right here.

Like, uh, stewed prunes?

Exactly, Gus. And why do they | have to keep the palace so dark?

And that awful dance.

- And those boring colours | that all look the same. | - And stewed prunes!

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.

This hair!

I know I can do this. I just have | to stop trying to be someone else.

What's she gonna do, Jaq-Jaq?

Gus, I'm going to plan | this banquet my way.

Who's to say the rules | must stay the same forevermore

Open the gates!

Whoever made them had to change | the rules that came before

So make your own way | Show the beauty within

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