Barbie as the Princess and the Pauper Page #5

A girl's got to do

what a girl's got to do!

Serafina?

I am simply not going to look at myself.

Anneliese.

Anneliese, Darling?

Are you here?

Where could she be?

She wasn't at breakfast.

Is that something on

her desk, Your Majesty?

Oh, a letter to me.

It says she's run away, so she

won't have to marry King Dominick!

Well this is dreadful!

We have to find her.

She could be hurt!

Well I'll send out search parties

at once, Your Majesty. I'm sure she...

...couldn't have gotten far.

Preminger, what would I do without you?

This is an outrage!

The most grievous insult!

I am sure we'll find her.

I insist we cancel the wedding if the

Princess does not return by the end of the day!

It doesn't add up.

Why would she run away?

Why don't you see for yourself.

Lilac?

- Where did you find this?

- On the Princess's desk.

Perhaps I can help you look for her.

Why don't you stick to

your books, schoolboy.

Wouldn't that be fun?

Lilac? She never scented

her stationary with lilac.

It was always rose.

Welcome, sir. Are you looking

for a gown for a special lady?

I can assure you, you will find only

the finest at Madame Carp's.

If I may, I would like to speak to

one of your seamstresses, Miss Erika.

I don't believe it!

The Princess sent for me!

- Oh, actually...

- I'm going to sing at the Castle... me!

- I came because...

- But, I'm not ready.

- I-I have to rehearse.

- If I could just...

I better change my dress. Ho-ho, what

am I talking about? I only have one dress!

Wait, isn't that why you're here?

I'm sorry, but no.

The Princess is missing and I

need you to help me find her.

Me?

Well what can I do?

Pretend to be

Princess Anneliese.

- Are you out of your mind?

- Just listen.

I suspect Preminger, the Queen's Advisor,

has taken the Princess off somewhere so...

...the Royal Wedding will be cancelled.

That's awful.

If you pretend to be the

Princess, just for a short while,

I can trick Preminger into

revealing where he's hiding her.

Pretend to be royalty?

I could get thrown in prison, or worse!

As can I but...

She's in real trouble, isn't she?

A girl like me...

Count me in.

Would you look at the size of this place!

- The likeness is remarkable.

- Except for my hair.

I've thought of that.

Wolfie!

Nice!

Blond in a box.

Um, Julian, we're missing

one teeny tiny detail.

I don't know a thing

about being a Princess.

Leave that to me.

It's all here in the Princess's

Book of Etiquette. Let's begin.

No nagging, bragging, sweating, fretting, slipping,

tripping, slurping, burping, twittering or frittering allowed.

Stay present, stay pleasant, stay proud.

To be a Princess

is to know which spoon to use

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