Ella Enchanted Page #6

I said get lost!

Leave us alone!

Peace and quiet at last.

Hit the road.

Get outta here!

I need this.

What is this, anyway? Ella's secret diary.

Yes. Why don't you like music?

That's right. Because elves are supposed

to be so happy and joyful all the time.

Singing and dancing for the man.

I don't wanna be an entertainer.

I wanna be a...

- What?

- Nothing.

- What were you gonna say?

- It's silly.

Please tell me.

I wanna be a lawyer.

- I guess in small-claims court.

- What is that?

Nothing.

- Why can't you be a lawyer?

- Hello?

Elf.

I forgot. The elfin restrictions

Sir Edgar passed.

No elf shall be engaged in any occupation

other than singing, juggling

and/or tomfoolery.

They're never gonna let me

go to law school.

I'm never gonna get my day in court,

never gonna stand

in front of the judge and say

"You're out of order!

Permission to approach the bench?"

- "l object!"

- No, I object.

- I heard it there. It's coming from the book.

- No, it's not.

- Yes, it is.

- No, it's not.

Great. I knew it. A talking book.

Good. Because for a minute there,

I thought I was going crazy.

- What are you doing with Ella's things?

- Just a little tidying up.

- What's that?

- What? Nothing. It's personal.

A letter for Ella?

The prince's coronation ball.

He's invited that insolent little snip?

Girls, go and dust off your ball gowns

and pack your bags.

I think I may have found you

another chance at your future husband.

Yes!

So you can really show me anything

anywhere in the kingdom?

You're kind of like a walking, talking

encyclopedia, except for the walking part.

- Come on.

- What?

What's going on?

Edgar's soldiers rounding up elfin singers

to perform at the coronation.

Get in. And you.

Slannen, you've gotta go to Lamia

and petition the prince.

- For what?

- To go to law school. You gotta stop this.

You want me to go

to Lamia on my own?

We're going to Giantville.

It's on the way. Come with us.

The prince will never grant an audience

with an elf. They think we're a joke.

I have met Prince Charmont, and I think

he might be different than his uncle.

- Why? Cos he's a hunk?

- No.

- What is he, about six foot?

- About.

Yeah, I hate the guy already.

I'm not wasting my time.

Lacking courage as well as height.

Count me in.

Elves aren't that short, you know.

That's just a myth created by that stupid

"Elves and the Shoemaker" story.

- Do I look small enough to fit in a shoe?

- No.

Stinking Grimm Brothers.

Are you sure he knows where he's going?

Hey, I'm right here. Just cos I'm a book

doesn't mean I don't have ears.

Boys, if you can't play nice,

you can't play together.

Oh, no. The rustling always comes

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