The Prince and the Pauper Page #3

Now that our dearly departed|king is out of my way...

you're gonna do|every little thing I say.

'Cause if you don't...'

- Pluto!|- Get the picture?

You there, what's happened?

The king is dead...

and the prince|is to be crowned at once!

Father...

Your soup's almost ready, Mick...

I mean, Your Majesty.

Now it's up to me to right|the wrongs I've seen...

children going hungry,|corruption everywhere.

Gawrsh, you really|are the prince, ain't ya?

Sire, your wish is my command.

Goofy, I owe you my life.

And this will not be forgotten.

Come, friend. We must return|to the palace at once...

For a visit to the dungeon,|my prince!

Get him, boys!

En garde!

Let me go, let me go, I say.|How dare you?

You'll pay for this, Captain!

I command you|to put me down right now!

After the pauper's crowned,|it will be adieu for you.

Let me out of here!

I'm the prince's valet!

Your Highness! Your Highness! We're saved!

Wait a minute.|You're in here, too.

We're doomed!

The coronation!

My lord.

This charade|has gone on long enough.

I demand that you open|this door immediately.

Shut up! Huh?

Well, looks like the boss|ain't wastin' any time.

Be my guest, pal.

Hey, what's the big idea?

Sorry.

You wouldn't happen|to have an axe I could borrow, would you?

Thank you.

I've had a lovely evening.

- Gawrsh.|- Goofy!

Just sit tight, little buddy.

I'll have you|outta there in a jiffy.

Be seated, sire.

After you.

No, no.|Beauty before age, sire.

Oh, no. Age before beauty.

Your Highness,|you're such a sport.

- Sit down!|- Got it.

Let me see. Was it|the skinny one or the round?

Maybe it was this little...

Get 'em, boys!

Gawrsh, that thing's sharp.

Oops.

It is both|my duty and pleasure...

to crown you...

I say,|you're a rather wiry lad.

So slippery.|Would you hold still?

- Stop!|- What the...?

Look, I'm the prince, right?

And whatever|I order must be done, right?

Uh... yes.

Well, then, the captain|is an insolent scoundrel.

Guards, seize him!

Seize him!|He's an impostor!

But I'm not, Captain!

Thank you, guardsman.

Oh, boy!

Wait a minute, Your Majesty.

I can explain everything.

Very well.|I await your explanation.

Your Majesty is too kind.

Look out, sire!

Geronimo!

Hold on, sire. I'll...

I got you now, you valet!

Fooled again, Captain!

Out of my way!

Oh, boy,|am I glad to see...

I mean, what a time I've...

Ah, but, you see, I...

Good heavens,|which one is which?

Pluto!

I guess there's|no fooling you, boy.

Therefore, I crown you|Prince of England...

I mean, King.|King of England.

# Everybody. Sing #

# A toast to the king #

- To the king!|- To the king!

# To His Majesty the King #

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# Long live the king #

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