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 shining armor #

# 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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