The Prince and the Pauper Page #2

Mickey Mouse,|peasant at large.

My good man,|you must forgive me.

I'm dreadful with names.

Could I have your name?

What's the matter|with the one you got?

I'm Goofy. Remember?

So I see.|And, my dear man...

if there's anything|I can do to help...

by all means,|let me know.

Oh, I get it!

It's a joke.

That's a great one.

Will you look at the time?|I really must be going.

Ta-ta!

Hey, come back here!

Come back here!

Gosh, if my friends|could see me now.

Surely His Highness has|not forgotten his royal duties.

You'll pay for this!|Leave her alone right now!

- Get away from her!|- Help me!

Relax, lady.|It's for the king.

- Yeah, the king.|- But it's all we have.

Then it's all we'll take.

Halt!|As your royal prince...

I command you|to unhand that hen.

What's so amusing?

Forgive me.|I think you forgot your crown.

When I return to the palace,|you'll pay for this!

I can't believe it.|Stealing in the king's name.

This happens all the time.

The king takes all our food.|We're hungry.

Outta the way, you slobs!

Make way for|the royal provisioner.

Out of the way.|Come on, move it, move it and move it.

What are yous. Deaf?

Halt! I am the prince...

and I command you to surrender|your entire inventory.

And I'm the queen mother.|Be off with ya.

Will this help?

- It's the prince!|- Your Highness!

# Give me|a suckling pig... #

Now, where can he be?

For you, sir.

There he is.

Thank you, sire.

Gawrsh,|Mick's flipped his wig.

Alright! Alright! Clear out!|Out of the way!

He's the one that|showed me the ring, sir.

You there,|you're under arrest.

Run for it, boy!

Hang on, Mick! I'm comin'!

Oh, that's rich.

Now, I may be losing|my mind, Captain.

And I know that you've said|that time and time again...

but all I know is|he acted like a nobleman...

and he had the royal ring.

The ring?

So it was the prince|I booted out.

You threw out the prince?

# You're gonna get it #

Not if he doesn't|come back alive.

Take that!|Take that! And that!

Enter!

Oops!

Nice shot, sire.

Your Highness, your father|is in his last hours...

and wishes to see you at once.

We better tell the prince.|He'd want to see him.

You are the prince, sire.

I've been meaning|to talk to you about that.

Sire, he is gravely ill.

I'll explain everything.|The king'll understand.

- My son...|- Huh?

- Well, I'm not really the...|- Come closer.

My son, from the day|you were born...

I have tried to prepare you|for this moment.

I shall be gone soon...

and you will be king.

You must promise...

promise me that you will rule|the land from your heart...

justly and wisely.

I promise.

I gotta find the prince.

Good day, my phoney prince.

- Unhand me!|- Shut up!

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