Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses Page #5

Twice daily should do the trick.

Your Highness.

Now, you rest, cousin.

- Good afternoon.

- Good afternoon, Derek.

The princesses are waiting

in their mother's garden.

I've brought new shoes, as you requested.

Were the ones before not to your liking?

Not at all.

We just wore them out.

We've been out dancing.

One,

two,

three, and four,

five,

six,

seven,

eight,

nine, and ten,

eleven,

twelve.

A magical time.

Can you fix them, Derek?

- Is that gold dust?

- It's... a secret.

Oh. Of course.

I didn't mean to pry.

I didn't think you were prying.

It's just... Never mind.

Derek, may I ask you a favour?

Of course, Your Highness.

This morning, I saw Duchess Rowena

give something to a man, a Mr Fabian.

He was short with a beard

and he wore a blue coat.

- I'm afraid I don't know him.

- Would you find out who he is?

Without letting the duchess know.

I don't trust her.

Meeeeow!

Hey, hey, hey!

Watch the feathers.

Twyla, please.

- Lock her up and throw away the key.

- Felix!

Sorry, Your Highness.

- What are you doing?

- Me? The cat started it.

Twyla!

One, two, three,

four, five, six, seven,

eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve.

Excellent.

I'll see you all in the morning.

No excuses. Good night.

I said good night.

Good night, my lady.

I want to know where they go, to whom

they speak and when they sneeze.

Of course, Your Grace. My only reward

is your happiness, my lady.

Correct, Desmond.

- Is she gone? I thought I heard voices.

- I don't hear anything now.

Let's go.

A whole night

to forget Rowena and her rules.

What shall we dance to first?

- We love...

- Ballet.

- Good idea.

- Yay, ballet!

I wish we were dressed

like ballerinas.

We wish we had ballet music.

Who am I?

- The Duchess of Doom.

- You mean the Duchess of Don't.

Don't do this. Don't do that.

Don't, don't, don't!

He came a long way

to visit Duchess Rowena.

Mr Fabian?

You have me at a disadvantage.

You know my name,

but I don't know yours.

I've been asked to inquire

about your business with the duchess.

That's between me

and the duchess, isn't it?

I wouldn't want

to get my master angry.

The bird talks?

Last time somebody refused my master,

the fool was never heard from again.

- That's not true.

- Oh, you're right. They did find a shoe.

Please.

I'm just a simple apothecary.

I sell herbs, remedies.

That's all.

What did you sell the duchess?

I almost didn't sell her anything.

Everybody knows

she doesn't pay her bills.

This time, however,

she came through.

Small, but it's silver.

"Queen Isabella".

So, how much are you asking?

Oh, that's a laugh.

What do we have worth a silver goblet?

A talking bird might do it.

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