Mulan: 15th Anniversary - The Voices of Mulan II Page #2

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All right. Simmer down.|I know just how you feel.

But time is wasting. Move.

The theme is pink.

I want to see pink flowers,|ribbons, bows.

I'm not talking about salmon.|No blush.

I mean pink as a freshly-slapped|newborn's behind.

- How about a pink slip?|- Excuse me?

Nobody wants to see your drawers,|Prunehilda.

Actually, she meant this.

Hey, this looks like|a for-real pink slip.

You know,|like a "you're fired" pink slip.

- Oh, it is.|- Say what?

The pink slip is for you.

It is written,|once a woman marries,

her husband's ancestors

take over the duty|of guardianship.

No. Your scroll must have a typo.|That can't be.

- But it is. You're out of a job.|- Out of a pedestal.

And out of our hair, fool.

No, no.|I ain't going out like this.

It took me 500 years to get|this pedestal back,

and I ain't about to give it up.

Hear me, you lazy lounge lizard.

The moment Fa Mulan is married,|you've got your old job back.

Remember gong duty?

Perhaps this will ring a bell.

Mushu's on his way out

Mushu's on his way out

Mushu's on his way out

Mushu's on his way out

What am I gonna do?

- So, tell me, will it be a big wedding?|- Absolutely.

No, absolutely not.

- Children?|- As many as possible.

Maybe one or two.

- We'll think about it.|- Right away.

- Blue... Mild... Yes.|- Pink... Spicy... No.

Oh, dear. Did you hear that?

- Not exactly a harmonious couple.|- What should we do?

Perhaps we should give our gift|to the children now.

General Shang, Fa Mulan,|orders from His Majesty, the Emperor.

- Is there trouble?|- Yes. Report to the lmperial Palace.

We'll leave at once.

This must be important|for the emperor to want both of us.

He knows a winning team|when he sees one.

Since when are they the winning team?

Ink's not dry on my pink slip,|and I'm being replaced.

Yeah, I know. You're right.

How could I have been so selfish?

Look at them.|Those two clearly got it going on.

I've made a decision.|I've got to kiss my pedestal good-bye,

cos my girl's happiness comes first.

- Baba. Mama.|- We were admiring the mudan tree.

It's so lovely this year.

The blossoms reach|for the sunlight above,

yet, unseen, the roots reach|for the rainwater below.

Sun and rain.

So different,|yet only by working together

do they create harmony and life.

I know, the lesson of yin and yang.

And, to help you|remember that lesson...

Father, mother, your necklaces.

Not ours, our great-great grandparents'.

And now, yours.

- Thank you, sir.|- Oh, they're so beautiful.

But, you'll be surprised how heavily|they can weigh.

To share the burden,|you must work together,

Iike the sun and rain.

Wait a minute,|old man Fa-Zhou got a point now.

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