Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses

And so, as chief emissary

of the majestic kingdom of Bulovia,

which is known for its abundance

of pears, potatoes and peasants,

I am authorised by my courageous king

and my magnificent queen

to hereby invite the princesses

of King Randolph to a royal gala.

We have invited princesses from

far and wide to this extraordinary ball.

- Papa, look what I found.

- You won't believe it.

Janessa, Kathleen, wait for me.

- As I was saying...

- A blue-winged beetle.

It makes a strange noise when it...

- See?

- Whoa.

- Oh, my.

- Your Majesty, as I was say...

Oh! Ugh!

Don't hurt him.

Quick, catch him

before he gets to the pantry.

Slow down, you guys.

Playing through.

Just be a second, Papa.

Your Highness,

I really think perhaps this is not...

Whoa. Delia!

Sorry.

Too much wrist.

- Those are your daughters?

- A few of them.

- Rambunctious, aren't they?

- Look, Papa.

Humph!

Your daughters

are hardly proper princesses.

- I can't wait for him to meet Harold.

- Whoaaa!

Oh!

Humph.

Perhaps another ball.

Your Highness.

Princesses? Huh!

More like wild animals.

My turn.

Hello, Papa.

- Ashlyn.

- How are you, Papa?

Blair.

Courtney.

- Papa.

- We're here, Papa.

- Fallon.

- Hello.

- Ooh, what's for lunch?

- Edeline, Delia.

We're absolutely, positively starving.

Hello, Hadley, Isla.

Hello, Janessa, Kathleen.

And Lacey.

There you are, dear.

Where is Genevieve?

Twyla, off the table please.

Sorry I'm late, Papa.

My 12 princesses.

Quiet, please.

Girls?

Please!

- Quiet down.

- Shh!

It's been pointed out to me

that you could be doing more to be, um...

well, proper princesses.

Like what, Papa?

Well, uh, like, um...

Well, I...

Perhaps, uh... um...

The royal cobbler has arrived.

- He's...

- Here!

- Bye, Papa.

- Goodbye.

Wait. Girls!

They're just shoes.

Just shoes?!

Aren't they?

They're dancing shoes, Papa.

Bon apptit, Twyla.

- Derek, Derek, Derek!

- Do you have our shoes?

- Can we see?

- Was I supposed to bring shoes?

Yes!

Maybe you can help me.

Oh, Derek, they're lovely.

You're amazing, Derek.

I'm glad you like them,

Your Highnesses.

I taught him everything he knows.

Yeah, right, Felix.

- Anything for me?

- Are you kidding?

He burned the midnight oil for you.

That'll do, Felix.

He's just a bird.

He doesn't know what he's saying.

Oh. Of course.

- Can you please...

- Tighten our shoes?

These are yours.

I hope you like them,

Your Highness.

Oh!

Thank you.

- Thank you, Derek.

- Thanks, Derek.

You blew your chance, Romeo.

What chance?

She's a princess.

All we're missing is music.

Music?

Hey. Hey!

- You play?

- I...

I don't. Not really.

- Will you play for us?

- Please, Derek, please?

As you wish, Your Highnesses.

I love them,

but at times I don't understand them.

If only you were here.

You know what we should do?

Let's make a new pair of stilts.

- And extra tall this time.

- That's such a good idea.

Why use a closet

when the floor is closer?

Exactly.

Genevieve, is it the shoes you like?

Or the cobbler who made them?

- What are you talking about?

- Derek is so cute.

If you say so, Fallon.

Maybe the problem is

he's not a prince.

I don't care if he's a prince,

a king or an emperor. The truth is...

You are head over heels.

Don't be ridiculous.

Besides, he never notices me.

If I were paying attention,

which I'm not.

Genevieve's got it bad.

Good night, Thomas.

Richard.

- Where's Harold?

- What is he? A spider?

- A scorpion?

- A snake?

No.

A caterpillar.

My lady.

Oh!

Thank you, Desmond.

Desmond, my things.

Oh.

Whoa.

Huh?

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