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(BRIGHT MUSIC)

SONG:
You'll know the right words

They're all in your head

So wake up in the morning

and get out of bed

The dreams

you've been dreaming

Well, right now's the time

You build up these monsters

They're just in your mind

If you feel it in your heart

Then sing it loud

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

I know you know who you are

So sing it loud

It's all about you

You just gotta know, gotta know

You can do it on your own

Guess that's why I wrote this song...

(BELL TOLLS)

You know it's about you

It's always about you

So let it go.

Bye-bye, orphanage!

Slowly! Almost there!

- (LAUGHS)

- BOY:
Stop!

- (WHIMPERS)

- (SIGHS)

- Shhh!

- Ha!

(SIGHS)

Where is Felicie?

Uh, sir, I don't know.

What are you looking at,

you idiot?

Whoa!

- (GASPS)

- (GRUMBLES) Go get Felicie!

You know, I'm having

a little bit of trouble

knowing which direction...

- NOW!

- Ugh!

(WHISTLES)

- (BELL RINGS)

- Ouch! Ah!

(WHISTLES)

Victor!

- Can you help me?

- Ha!

Stop! Stop doing

your grumpy face!

I'm not, I'm just a little bit hurt

that you were...

(SIGHS)..I don't know,

escaping without me!

Escaping? Me?

No, I was just looking

at the spectacular view!

Because, you know,

you wouldn't last

more than five minutes

out there without me.

Ha! Ha!

(GRUNTS)

Don't start!

You know how this ends.

We arrived at the same time,

and we'll escape

at the same time.

I promise!

- OK! (GRUNTS)

- (LAUGHS)

Hey, Victor! Hiyah!

(GRUNTS) Oh, no! Here we go!

- (ENERGETIC MUSIC)

- Whoo! Whoo!

(LAUGHS)

(GRUNTS)

Whoo!

You just gotta know, gotta know

You can do it on your own

This is why I wrote this song

You know it's about you...

(GROWLS)

- Whoo-hoo!

- So let it go.

(GROANS)

- (ROOSTER CROWS)

- This is the last time!

- We're sorry!

- We're sorry, and...

Tut-tut-tut! Let them go!

You, go to your room.

Thank you!

Thank you, Mother Superior.

Enough. Go to your room.

And may I just say

that you are looking very...

- Enough.

- ..superior today.

- Enough!

- OK!

Felicie, I know you have

this dream of being a dancer.

- We all know it!

- But I...

Tut-tut-tut!

All the world has a dream.

But get this into your head -

dreams are not reality.

Dreams are buried

because life is

hard, brutal and without pity.

- But...

- Tut-tut-tut!

Agreed?

Agreed.

VICTOR:
A dance school in Paris,

little lady,

the Opera de Paris,

full of dancers and dance!

Where did you find this?

I have my sources.

OK? Enough!

- Can I see it again?

- No.

Please!

No, but if you escape with me tonight,

you have my word.

I will take you

to this dance school,

and you will become

the greatest dancer,

and I will become

the greatest inventor ever!

- Do you have a plan?

- A brilliant plan!

A plan worthy of my total,

utter, unquestionable genius.

- Let me see.

- After we...

- Now! Now!

- escape. No!

- I said after.

- Now!

- After!

- Now!

- After!

- BOTH:
Ow!

(BELL RINGS)

A dance school in Paris.

(CHILD SNORES SOFTLY)

(PANTS)

(GASPS)

(MUSIC BOX PLAYS GENTLE TUNE)

Hmm. (SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACH)

(CHICKEN CLUCKS)

Shhh! It's me!

Come on!

Oh, my!

Is a chicken part of

your brilliant plan?

- VICTOR:
Affirmative!

- Great!

(SHOES SQUEAK)

- (CHICKEN CLUCKS)

- Aaah!

(GRUMBLES)

(SINGSONGS) I'm taking

this pitiful deserter

to Mother Superior.

OK, Sister. Hmm...

Hmm?

- (CHICKEN CLUCKS)

- Ahh!

Emergency! Emergency!

Activate Plan B!

- This way!

- Activate Plan B!

FELICIE:
That was

your best ever plan?

VICTOR:
You are so critical!

FELICIE:
And you're

a terrible escaper!

'Escaper' is not a word!

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