Sofia the First: Once Upon a Princess

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Oh.

Once upon a time...

- Oh, I want to tell it!

- Me, too!

Okay. We'll all tell it.

- Wonderful!

- Mmm-hmm.

You start.

Once upon a time,

in the magical kingdom of Enchancia,

there lived a young girl named Sofia.

Sofia led a simple life,

working at the village shoe shop

with her mother, Miranda.

One fateful day, they were

summoned by King Roland II,

who needed a new pair

of royal slippers.

Oh, I hope they're blue!

No, red!

We'll see.

Sofia and her mother

arrived at the castle.

Sofia was very excited to meet the King.

Miranda placed

a slipper on the King's foot.

It was a perfect fit. And so were they!

King Roland and Miranda

were soon married.

And what seemed like

a storybook ending...

...was really a storybook beginning.

Sofia! It's time to go! Come on, honey.

The coach is waiting.

Coming!

- Good luck, Sofia!

- Don't forget about us!

Bye, Jade! Bye, Ruby!

Bye, Sofia!

Bye!

Mom! We're almost there!

I wonder what our room will look like.

Sofia, now that we're living in the castle,

you're going to have your own bedroom.

Yes!

Uh-oh.

Looks like someone's not going to be

the fairest in the land anymore.

Amber, James, I trust you'll do your best

to make your new sister feel welcome.

Of course, Father.

Your Majesty.

King Roland II.

Queen Miranda.

- Hey there!

- Good morrow, Sofia.

Great morrow, Prince James!

Princess Amber,

I'm so excited we're sisters!

Stepsisters.

Amber, James,

I know there aren't many fairy tales

about kind and loving stepmothers.

But I hope to change that.

These are for you. I sewed them myself.

It's our family crest.

That's right, James.

Because that is what

all this is really about,

becoming a new family.

Sofia, welcome to the family.

All hail Queen Miranda

and Princess Sofia!

Grow ye, flora!

Cedric. I said flowers, not showers.

Oh. Excuse me, Your Highness.

I'm still breaking in my new wand.

That's Cedric, our royal sorcerer.

He comes from along line

of royal sorcerers.

So, we're stuck with him.

Mmm. Ooh!

-- Ooh.

Rose petals.

Should I wave?

Yes. You should wave.

Right. Hi! Hello!

We don't have to curtsey

unless they're royalty.

I think it's going to take me a while

to get the hang of things around here.

Just follow my lead and you'll be okay.

Great.

That means I lead. You follow.

Oh. Okay. Following.

Oh, be careful, mate.

That's the new princess' throne.

Child! Watch where you're dawdling.

Mr. Ceedric!

It's Cedric.

It's so great to meet a real live sorcerer.

That flower trick was amazing.

If by amazing, you mean

a complete waste of my talents,

then, yes, thank you.

I should be out slaying dragons,

battling ogres.

But, no!

King Roland has me doing parlor tricks

when I should be...

- Mr. Ceedric?

I am Baileywick. The castle steward.

It is my responsibility to make sure

everything in the castle

is where it should be,

when it should be,

and you, my dear, should be

in the banquet hall, 30 seconds ago.

- Oh, right.

- Off you go.

Going.

Hmm.

Mmm.

- Sofia.

Yes, Your Majesty?

Call me Roland.

Or, "You with the crown."

Or Dad.

It's a tradition to provide

an official welcome

to every new member

of the royal family.

For your mother, it was the wedding.

But for you, we will be throwing

a royal ball in your honor at week's end.

- Brilliant!

- James, manners.

Sorry.

A ball? Just for me?

Father, why didn't I get a ball?

You did, Amber.

When you and your brother were born.

You don't remember?

Sofia, it will be your royal debut.

And you and I

shall dance the first waltz.

Oh, Rollie. You're so sweet.

I have to dance?

Why, what better way to let everyone

in the tri-kingdom area know

that Princess Sofia has arrived!

This is my room?

No, sweetie. This is your room.

It's so huge.

Looks like the standard princess suite

to me.

You've got your canopy bed,

window seat, playing area,

reading nook.

And in here, you'll find all your gowns

and royal accessories.

Wow.

Now, if you need anything at all,

any time of day,

all you have to do is ring this bell.

Yes, mum. You rang?

Do you need anything?

I don't know. Do I?

Well, when you know what you need,

you know what to do.

Good evening, Princess Sofia.

'Night.

Everything seems crazy big

And I'm feeling unsteady

Mom says I'll be just fine

But I don't think I'm ready

New school, new friends, new family

And a ball

where they want me to dance

I'm just a little girl

from a small, small town

In this world I don't stand a chance

I'm not ready to be a princess

I don't have what it takes

I'm too short for gowns

I look bad in crowns

And I'm gonna make

a bajillion mistakes

I'm too average to be a princess

I respectfully refuse

I don't know the rules

I don't want the jewels

And these feet were made

for comfortable shoes

Shelves bursting with trinkets

that I'm afraid to touch

Fancy toys and ginormous pillows

It's all much too much

Too much

I'm not ready to be a princess

One look and that seems clear

Cancel my debut

Keep your royal crew

And if I ever find Mom's room

I'm outta here

Sofia, not a noble name

Sofia, even my wave is lame

I'm not ready

To be a princess

Sofia?

Oh, Mom!

What's the matter, sweetheart?

I don't want a royal ball.

Oh, Sofia. I've never known you

to turn down a party,

especially one thrown just for you.

But I don't know anything

about being a princess.

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