Happily N'Ever After 2 Page #2
Knights, are you ready?
Then let's get your joust on!
Yah!
Hyah!
Hyah.
So, Damsels,
was that a joust,
or was that a joust?
- So awesome!
Sweet!
- It was the bomb!
Snow White, so, how
about that Sir Peter?
He's cute.
Mmm. Mm-hmm.
Hah. Whoo. Ah.
Mmm. Ooh.
Yeah!
All right, Petey.
Welcome to Fairy Tale Land.
Let's find you a girl.
I didn't come here
to find a girl.
Yeah, yeah.
You only want
to help people.
I know.
Always with the big heart.
You can save
the world tomorrow.
Uh!
- Oh!
Hey.
- Hey.
# Your heart's safe harbor #
Uh, you were brilliant
tonight, Sir Peter.
I'm way honored
you asked me to dance.
Please.
The honor is all mine.
Really?
Yeah, really.
Your mother
was a hero of mine.
Huh? My mother?
I was raised
in one of her orphanages.
Heck, I probably
wouldn't be here
if it wasn't for her.
She's, like--
a legend.
That's Mom.
# Surrender #
Looks like we might have
a little love connection
between Snow White
and that new knight.
Hmm.
There's something
very odd
about that woman
over there.
Ya think?
The veil kinda
screams "creepy."
Yeah. Your mom was great.
She just had
something about her.
Her looks?
- Well, yeah, but--
Her fashion sense?
- I guess, but--
Oh, the way
she did her hair?
Huh?
Hey, you two.
We got the VIP room
to ourselves.
Oh, you have to come.
Well...
Please?
Yeah. Come on.
We can get away
from all the--
Riffraff?
Totally.
I mean, Snow White's
a princess, for goodness' sake.
I'll pass.
But why?
'Cause I'm one
of the riffraff.
Miss Muffet?
May I have this dance?
Roses red,
violets blue,
what I'm seeing,
it can't be true.
My Lord,
your curds and whey.
I understand the children
at the orphanage
were quite disappointed
Snow White wasn't there.
Yes. She's becoming
quite a handful, Grimm.
Indeed, My Lord.
Ruling a kingdom--
no problem.
Raising a daughter--
I'm lost.
Perhaps she needs
a mother, My Lord.
Someone like Queen Grace.
It has been some time.
Hmm.
Someone to help guide her
into womanhood.
Precisely.
And the people have been
longing for a queen.
Maybe you're right.
I will decide on such
things on the morrow,
after the rooster crows.
Hey, Peter.
My Lady.
Ugh!
Hey, Jack.
How's Mrs. Sprat?
Still keeping
the platter clean.
Thanks for asking, Peter.
We're going dancing, baby.
Huh?
Yeah. At the late night
dance party
down at the Hickory
Dickory Dock.
Oh, but I can't.
I told my father
I'd be home before--
Girl, you're Snow White,
not Cinderella.
Nothing's gonna
turn into a pumpkin.
And you have to make
an appearance.
Yeah. Please?
Damsels, let's dance!
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