Mickey, Donald, Goofy: The Three Musketeers Page #2

forgive me for saying so...

but that sounds...

just lovely.

Trust me, Daisy.

I'll know him when I see him.

Why... bonjour.

A romantic princess

deserves a romantic song, no?

Just around the corner,

seeking you

Puppy love is tripping

lightly into view

Hiding in the hedgerows

Sneaking up on tiptoes

Love's first kiss

is blissfully

About to capture you

Just around the corner,

wafting close

Love is creeping nearer

than you might suppose

So sit still

and wait now

Let love

choose your fate now

Take a pause,

don't run because

It's right behind you

Let love find you

Young love

It's love, love,

love, love, love

Love so lovely

What can you say to love

But love?

Maybe on the rooftops,

climbing high

Somewhere just above you,

love is hovering by

Love is in a rush to

Smear you, smash you,

smush you

Love will crush you

into mush

When you 're the bull's-eye,

you 'll get hit by

Young love

Your first,

your only love

Love so...

Excuse me. Your Grace?

How can

you stand it so...

Your Highness!

Who's gonna tell

the bloomin' boss the bad news?

Don't look at me.

I ain't saying nothing.

You tell him.

Me? I told him last time,

you silly twit.

And I don't believe

in doing it twice.

Oy, here's an idea.

Shorty, you tell him.

Tell him what?

That we... you know,

botched the job.

He's not going to like that.

Hello there.

It don't look good...

when only one shows up.

Does it, small fry?

Blimey. I can't hear nothing

but step, clop, step, clop.

Have a gander

at monstro's better side.

He has something

to tell you, boss.

It better be good news.

Well, we did exactly

what you said to do...

and dropped a safe

on the princess.

You what? I didn't say,

"Drop a safe," you dolt.

I said, "Keep her safe."

Well, that's good...

because we missed her.

Now listen, you mutts.

I got a plan.

And it ain't

to kill the princess.

It's to kidnap her.

The opera...

it's tomorrow night.

The princess has

got to be gone by then...

or I can't become king.

I... don't get it.

Lieutenant Clarabelle!

Oui, oui, mon capitaine.

You bellowed?

Throw these clowns

into the pit!

Oui, oui! Le pit!

- No!

- Not that!

Anything but le pit!

Bon voyage... losers.

Not so bad.

Bonjour. Pete's secret lair.

Clarabelle speaking.

The princess?!

All for one

All men of honour,

hear the call

Musketeers sing

all for one and one for all

Your Highness.

So glad you could grace us

with your royal omnipresences.

I want bodyguards!

Musketeer bodyguards.

Villains, bad guys

run in fear

When they see

the musketeers

Savin' Minnie is our duty

Mess with her,

we'll kick your...

Ouch.

Bodyguards.

Absolutely.

Let me check my schedule here.

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