Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas Page #5

# All the silver

will sparkle #

# And the china

will gleam #

[Lumiere] # And we'll be as shiny

as a brand-new centime #

# After dinner

we'll play games #

# Till the morning

right through #

# Then we'll meet

in the garden #

- # This is what we shall do #

- [Ornaments] # We will build #

# We will build a snowman

that'll reach to the sky #

# It will stay up

until July #

[All Cheering]

What are you doing?

Stop, stop, stop.

Put me down. Put me down.

Uh, this is ridiculous.

Everyone knows that

the lights go on first.

I don't want to go all

the way up there on the top.

[All]

# As long as there's Christmas #

# I truly believe #

# That hope is

the greatest #

# Of the gifts

we'll receive #

# As long as

there's Christmas #

# We'll all be just fine #

# There'll always

be Christmas #

# So there always

will be a time #

# When the world #

# Is filled with peace #

# And warmth ##

We're gonna have

the greatest Christmas ever.

Oh, I hope so, Chip.

[Gasps]

[Clattering]

You on the left,

you on the right, follow me.

- There is decorating to be done.

- [Muffled Shouts]

Yes, yes, yes, yes. But keep in mind,

the master mustn't find out.

Oooh, yes.

[Chuckles]

[Low Growl]

Christmas! She's planning Christmas!

Yes. Awful, isn't it?

[Growling]

Perhaps she doesn't know

how I feel about Christmas.

- But she does know.

- Hmm?

She just doesn't care

like I do.

She's actually trying to bring

Christmas back to the castle.

And you know how much

we despise Christmas.

The day my life ended.

Bring me my presents!

Here, Your Highness.

Please accept this humble gift

as a token of our appreciation.

I know I speak

for everyone when...

Ah, just give it to me!

A storybook?

You call this a present?

I hope you have something

better for me, Forte.

Yes, sir.

Of course, Master.

## [Slow]

What is that?

Um, a small piece

in your honour, Master.

Eeew! I hate it.

Forte, that stuff is gloomy.

[Knocking]

[Shouting]

Who disturbs my Christmas?

Please, take this rose...

in exchange for shelter

from the bitter cold.

[Scoffs]

I don't need a rose.

Go away,

you wretched old hag!

You have been deceived

by your own cold heart.

A curse upon your house

and all within it.

Until you have found one

to love you as you are,

you shall remain forever

a beast.

[Growling, Screaming]

[Snarling, Roaring]

But we've come so far

since then.

We've risen above

the tragedy.

Where is she?

I believe she's gone

to the boiler room,

or so a little birdie

told me.

[Chuckling]

Tweet, tweet, tweet.

[Banging]

Oh!

Aah!

[Groans]

[Fire Crackling]

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Get outta the way.

- We're workin' here.

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