Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses Page #4

I thought

you were dancing beautifully.

Come on, let's wash it off.

- How did it...?

- I don't know.

I could use this all the time.

- Wow! I actually wore out my shoes.

- Me too.

- It's a sign, you know.

- Of what?

That we've danced enough

for one night.

We better go home

before Rowena finds out we're gone.

Oh, I hate to leave.

I could dance forever and ever and ever.

- Did you like your birthday after all?

- Yes.

Thanks, Genevieve.

Good night, girls.

Night, Twyla.

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning.

Oh, wide awake, I see.

We're fine, thank you.

Someone was up

way past their bedtime.

Desmond, wake them up.

That's better.

So, what exactly

were you doing last night?

- A visitor for the duchess.

- Yes?

A Mr Fabian is here.

Oh! Oh. Oh, yes.

Yes, I was expecting him.

I want answers when I return.

She's in a hurry.

And the king requests

his daughters visit him in his quarters.

Papa?

Well, look who's here.

The wild bunch.

- Are you sick?

- No, just tired.

I didn't feel...

I didn't feel up to breakfast this morning.

Papa, you won't believe

what happened last night.

Last night?

Don't remind me.

We were supposed to celebrate your

birthday and I fell asleep. Inexcusable.

- Is it too late to give you your presents?

- No!

- Oooh, pretty.

- Thank you, Papa.

- Am I forgiven?

- Yes, Papa.

Pretty.

Not any more.

Hah! Pretentious swill.

Too soft.

Too hard.

Just right.

- Ouch.

- Oh. The tiger has a boo-boo.

Who said you could come in here?

Let me think.

Who was it?

Oh, yeah. Me!

Got a problem with that?

- What's going on here?

- Clear out, Brutus.

Make me.

Those don't belong to you.

Or you.

What do you think you're doing?

The princesses' dancing shoes?

Worn through.

The spoilt brats have been out dancing.

Do you know what this means?

Do you?

Princes!

They're out dancing with princes.

Do you know what that means?

No, you don't.

You're still a monkey.

Marriage is what it means.

If princes fall for those pampered pretties,

my plans are ruined.

What's that?

What are they up to?

- Come in, Rowena.

- Oh!

So much commotion.

I thought you were unwell.

I am, but I love

when they sing for me.

Look how pale you are,

dear cousin.

That's enough for now, girls.

Out. Out, please. Please, out.

- But, Papa...

- Rowena's right.

I'm not feeling so well.

Some tea will help.

Papa, maybe you should call the doctor.

Good idea, Genevieve.

Eyes cloudy, skin clammy.

I sound like a fish.

Sense of humour intact.

Well, Your Highness,

if you continue to rest and take this elixir,

I believe you will recover shortly.

That's good news.

Allow me, Doctor.

I'll take care of everything.

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