The Swan Princess: A Royal Myztery
- PG
- Year:
- 2018
- 79 min
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Final load.
It's been a long day.
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!
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!
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?
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!
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.
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
Oh, he certainly does.
Thank you for bringing your
talents to my kingdom.
Oh. I'm going to get my easel
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?
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.
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.
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.
blueprint without your help.
Just take it apart
and measure it.
I would sooner die than deconstruct
such a work of genius!
Please, Jean-Bob. You're the
only one who can do this!
I must figure out how they
made this thing work.
Take pity on an old man
of science, won't you?
- Oh, all right.
- Great!
Now get yourself
down in there!
1.77.
1.77.
1.77.
Something's
scratching my back!
You have to stay
down there, Jean-Bob.
Don't come out yet. Okay?
This is why they have
unions, you know.
Try to relax, little buddy.
Relax? You try getting your head,
arms, and legs inside a...
Show-off.
I've got it!
I know how it works.
They pressurized
a discombobulator
and nincomfited the cogmaster
to a wheelheimer!
Exactly
what I was going to say.
Now I can build
an even better submarine
by simply following
this blue...
Huh?
Ah! How did... Who...
A-ha!
There's rats in here!
There's rats down there, too!
It's really strange.
Why would rats do this?
Ooh. Interesting.
Outer space is interesting.
This is a catastrophe!
I must be walking in my sleep!
I... I'm a...
I'm a monster!
Do what you must!
Clip them as short
as a washerwoman's!
Do it!
But do give them
a nice touch of color.
Perhaps something
in the mauve family.
No, Uberta, I was wrong.
It wasn't you who scratched the book.
Not at all.
So you let me carry on
and embarrass myself
for no reason?
No, Mother, please!
Now, let's all calm down.
How? We've got rats!
Rats on an evil mission
from who-knows-whom.
All of us marked.
On a hit list.
But what does
the "Z" stand for?
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