The Swan Princess: A Royal Myztery

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Final load.

It's been a long day.

Queen U! Queen U! Queen U!

I've never seen

such an enthusiastic crowd.

Oh, dear. She's been

touring for weeks.

Queen Uberta,

your fans await.

She too pooped to party.

Upsy daisy now.

No, downsy daisy. No!

Quick, before I pass out!

Queen U! Queen U! Queen U!

Step aside

please, dear.

Oh.

You're such

beautiful little fans.

- Thank you.

- Hi, Queen U.

- And what is your name?

- My name's Ashley.

- Next.

- Hi, Queen U.

- What's your name?

- Melody.

I had no idea

how popular this book was.

Are you kidding?

I've read it five times.

Count Antonio, that snake!

He wanted all the gold

Queen U got for our dam,

so he pretended to be

in love with her!

But she saw through it

and brought him down!

- Your name?

- Gwendolyn.

"For Gwendolyn."

My mom says

you made this book up

and that you loved

Antonio for realsies.

Your mother is...

Next.

Oh. Hello!

Queen U! Queen U! Queen U!

Remember, girls,

it's a queen's world!

The kings just live in it.

I was born to be a writer.

Why did I waste so much time

on flower arrangements?

Queen U! Queen U! Queen U!

Time to boogie home.

Come on!

How's she doing?

I love you.

I was only pretending

to be in love with Antonio.

In your dreams, woman.

In your dreams.

- Mother!

- What's wrong?

Never fear, Uberta!

I'll defend you from...

Was it a moth again?

I told you, Uberta, moths are

nothing more than pale butterflies.

This is not

the work of a moth!

More like a mountain lion!

Or a dingo!

A dingo scratched my baby!

Oh, nonsense. I know exactly

what made these marks.

It was bound to happen, the way you

clutch that book day and night.

What have I done?

No!

Hmm. I don't know, Rogers.

These scratches aren't really

consistent with mother's nails.

And I didn't see any fibers

under her nails, either.

Let's leave forensics to a

professional, shall we?

No! Give her back to me!

You can't touch her!

No! Out! Out! Out!

Better cover.

Well, at least her lungs

are in good shape.

I can't believe I'm looking

for an animal that claws things.

Hello.

Raccoon?

Uh... Too small.

- Oh. Possum.

- Still too small.

- Rats?

- Tell me,

is this one of those times

when it's okay

for a husband

to not tell the truth?

Actually, it's required.

Oh. Then these tracks

were made by friendly,

fluffy little mice

who smell of cinnamon.

- Nice try.

- I'm serious.

They'd give you the shirt off

their back, if they had one.

- I see.

- Feel better?

Not in the least.

Rats. Ugh.

Lucas, come and see!

Wow.

I hope

King Sebastian likes it.

Oh, he certainly does.

Thank you for bringing your

talents to my kingdom.

Oh. I'm going to get my easel

and paint a selfie of me

and Jasper with these flowers.

Flowers smowers.

You couldn't get these things

to bloom later in the day, huh?

- You're spoiled, Number 9.

- Spoiled?

I prefer to think of myself

as very deserving.

Boo!

Oh, come on, nothing?

Eh.

Scully, you're back!

We planted tulips

for King Sebastian.

Which is the very reason

I came.

- Might be a frost tonight, so...

- Got to get these covered then.

Know where I can find some

giant sheets in this kingdom?

Hmm. Unfortunately, I do.

How many more

do you think we need?

We've got a lot

of tulips to cover.

Can we be done now?

Oh. The scary expert is scared?

Boogie, boogie, boogie.

Just 'cause I know scary

doesn't mean I like scary.

I think this is the sheet

that was used

to cover Antonio

and Nicollo's submarine.

Psst! More over here! Let's

load them up and move them out!

Wow.

If I didn't know better...

Hold on.

Yep. This must've been their

first try at a submarine.

- Awesome.

- Should we see if it works?

Looks like

you caught me again, Hunch.

Oh. Except this time I used

the sidearm cast-and-snatch.

Cinches tighter than your

basic overhand toss.

Translation, don't expect

to be home for dinner.

But here's the rub, my good Hunch,

I didn't do anything wrong.

Oh, is that right? Hmm.

Let me see then.

"No one, be he alive or dead,"

so it reads...

"shall steal pink bellies

from the Boggs, Bogg Island,

"or any of its wholly owned

subsidiaries."

"Rescue" is a better word,

I think.

Well, look who's been

to Fancy Word Camp!

You stole.

A clear violation of Bogg Code

section 3, article 19.

Oh. The Boggs have codes now.

Very nice.

It's great, right?

I kept telling Nums,

"The Boggs need law and order.

"And I'm gonna give it to

them, or I'll die trying!"

And then I died.

But I'm still trying.

Nice! Is it just me, or have you

gotten better with that rope?

- Nobody gets away from Larry.

- Larry?

That's what I call my lariat!

Larry the lariat.

It's catchy, right?

That's clever!

Remember that time I let you flatter

me, and you worked yourself free?

Here we go again.

I always forget about glass.

Scully?

Whoa!

Hey, that hurt!

No, no, no!

No, you don't.

- Where'd Scully go?

- Hopefully, practicing his "boo."

Alise!

Alise! Lucas!

Beware the man in black!

What's taking so long?

For heaven's sake, Jean-Bob,

it's not rocket science.

I need that measurement!

If you tried to jam yourself

into a shoe box,

then you'll understand!

To get in there,

I'd have to be a tadpole.

I quit.

Quit?

Jean-Bob, this invention,

once used for stealing gold

and kidnapping kings,

can finally

be put to good use.

But I cannot recreate its

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