Rayman Legends Adventures in Beauty and the Beast/Script

Once upon a time, in a faraway land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for the shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away, but she warned him not to be deceived by appearances for beauty was found within. And as he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted off to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was no use, for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. And as punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Disgraced of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror with his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose, which would bloom until his twenty-first year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return by the time the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope, for who could ever love to learn a beast?

Beauty and the Beast

The sun was starting to rise over Provence, France. Suddenly, a rooster's crow was heard. It was a beautiful morning and a girl came out of her house and walked toward her local village. Her name was Belle, and she loved reading books. Belle was a girl with an interest in adventure. But she felt like an outcast among the other villagers, who didn't really approve of her reading and stuff. As Belle approached the village, she started singing.

Belle: Little town, it's a silent village

Everyday like the one before

Little town, full of little people

Waking up to say.....

The other townspeople started singing with her.

Townsfolk: Salut

Salut

Salut

Salut

Salut

Belle: There goes the baker with his tray like always

The same old bread and rolls to sell

Every morning's just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town

"Hello, Belle," said one of the bakers.

"Hello, sir," replied Belle.

"Where are you going," asked the baker.

"The bookstore," responded Belle, "I've just finished the most beautiful story about a magic bean and an ogre and a…"

"That's good," replied the baker before returning to his duty, "MARIE, THE BAGUETTES!  HURRY UP!!"

Belle continued walking through the village. Meanwhile, the villagers continued their song about Belle.

Townsfolk: Look there she goes, that girl is strange, no question

Dazed and distracted, can't you warn?

Never part of any crowd

Because her head's up on some cloud

No denying, she's a funny girl that Belle

Man #1: Salut

Woman #1: Good day

Man #1: How is your family?

Woman #2: Salut

Man #2: Good day

Woman #2: How is your wife?

Woman #3: I NEED SIX EGGS!!

Man #3: That's too expensive

Belle: There must be more than this provincial life.

Belle eventually made it to her destination; the library. "Ah, Belle," said the librarian as Belle entered the building.

"Hello," said Belle, "I came to return the book I borrowed."

"Already finished," asked the impressed librarian.

"Oh, I couldn't drop it," said Belle as she looked at the stacks of books, "do you have anything new?"

"Not since yesterday," replied the librarian.

"That's fine," said Belle, "I'm going to borrow...this one."

"That one," exclaimed the librarian, "but you've read it twice."

"Well, it's my favorite.  Remote places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise," said Belle.

The librarian giggled as he handed Belle the book. "If you like it very much, it's yours," he said.

"But, sir."

"I insist."

"Well, thank you," said Belle, "thank you very much."

Belle left the library and continued her stroll through town, reading the book.

Townsfolk: Look there she goes, that girl is so peculiar

I wonder if she's feeling well

With a dreamy far off look

And her nose stuck in a book

What a muzzle to the rest of us is Belle

Belle stopped near a fountain, where flocks of sheep passed by.

Belle: Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite part because you'll see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him until chapter three

The sheep continued heading through town, but Belle kept walking off.

Woman: Now it's no wonder that her name means 'beauty'

Her looks have had no parallel

Shopkeeper: But behind that fair façade

I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very different from the rest of us

Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle!

Belle strolled through town. Suddenly, she heard a loud noise that spooked her. She looked around frantically until seeing a little man with a big bag. A dead goose landed right next to him. Belle watched as the man walked to a bigger and stronger man in the shadows of a building. "Wow, you didn't miss a shot, Gaston," the little man said, "you're the greatest hunter in the entire world."

Gaston, the hunter, blew steam from his gun and said, "I do."

"No living beast stands a chance against you, ha, ha, ha," said the little man, "and no girl for that matter."

Belle realized that there was a big muscular guy with a red shirt, black hair and brown boots, and he was a hunter. If she was in this hunter's sights, she could get attacked. She swiftly hid behind a building, but stared at the hunter with disapproval, having been reminded of hunters she dealt with before. Gaston didn't see Belle, and was just continuing his conversation with his sidekick. "That's right, Lefou," he said as he pointed towards Belle, "and I set myself that goal."

"The daughter of the inventor," asked Lefou.

"It's her," responded Gaston, "the lucky girl I'm going to marry."

"But she…"

"The most beautiful girl in town," continued Gaston.

"I know, but…"

Lefou was interrupted again as Gaston dropped his gun on Lefou's head. "It makes her the best," he said as he picked Lefou up, "and don't I deserve the best?"

"Well, sure, I mean you do, but…" but Lefou was cut off again as Gaston dropped him and started singing.

Gaston: Right from the moment if I met her, saw her

I said she's gorgeous and I fell

Here in town, there's only she

Who is beautiful as me

Then I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle

Gaston realized that Belle was walking off, oblivious to her admirer. Nearby, three bimbettes, who had crushes on Gaston, noticed him walk off.

Bimbettes: Look there he goes

Isn't he dreamy?

Mister, Gaston

Oh, he's so cute

Be yet, my heart

I'm hardly breathing

He's such a tall dark, strong and handsome brute

Gaston spotted Belle, but she was in a big crowd of villagers, who were doing their facts.

Man #1: Salut

Gaston: Pardon

Man #2: Good day

Man #3: But yes

Matron: You call this bacon?

Woman #1: What lovely grapes

Man #4: Some cheese

Woman #2: Ten yards

Man #4: One pound

Gaston: Excuse me

Cheese merchant: I'll get the knife

Gaston: Please let me THROUGH!!

Woman #1: This bread…

Man #4: These fish…

Woman #1: It's stale

Man #4: They smell

Baker: Madame's mistaken

Belle: There must be more than this provincial life

Gaston: Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife

Townsfolk: Look there she goes, that girl is strange, but special

A most peculiar mademoiselle

It's a pity and a sin

She doesn't quite fit in

Because she really is a funny girl

A beauty, but a funny girl

SHE REALLY IS A FUNNY GIRL…

THAT BELLE!!

By the time the song started closing, Belle came out of the crowd, yet reading her book. But before she could leave the village, Gaston appeared right in front of Belle. "Hello, Belle," he said.

"Salut, Gaston," replied Belle before Gaston took Belle's book, "Gaston, can I have my book, please?"

"How can you read this," asked Gaston as he examined the pages, "there are no photos."

"Well, some people use their imaginations," said Belle.

"Belle, it's high time you put your head out of these books and paid attention to more reluctant facts…like me," said Gaston as he dropped the book into a mud puddle.

The three bimbettes from before sighed in awe at Gaston as Belle picked up her book. "The entire city's speaking about it," Gaston said, "it's not good for a woman to read.  Soon she starts to think and think…"

"Gaston, you are really primitive," said Belle.

"Why, thank you, Belle," said Gaston, "what do you say you and I are going to the tavern and have a look at my trophies?"

"Perhaps another time," replied a reluctant Belle.

Gaston took Belle and started walking off with her. As they headed off, the three bimbettes spoke amongst themselves. "What's wrong with her," complained one.

"She's crazy," said the second.

"He's beautiful," said an awestruck third, who was paying attention to Gaston.

But Belle didn't want to go with Gaston. "Please, Gaston, I can't," said Belle, who came out of Gaston's grasp, "I have to go home to help my father.  Farewell."

Lefou appeared with Gaston's bag and he started laughing. "Hahahaha!  That crazy old loon," he teased, "he needs all the help he can get."

Gaston started laughing with him, but Belle was instantly annoyed. "Don't speak about my father that fashion," Belle scolded.

"Yes, don't speak about her father that fashion," replied Gaston, who placed all the blame on Lefou as he bonked his head.

"My father's not crazy," said Belle, "he's a genius."

Suddenly, an explosion went off inside Belle's house. Nothing was broken or damaged, but smoke was coming out from the windows. Belle noticed this and became concerned. She rushed to the house, leaving Gaston and Lefou laughing like hyenas.

Belle approached the smoky house and made it to her basement. As she opened up the basement doors, smoke slowly came flying out. It was very dusty and hard to see through. As Belle coughed, she noticed someone stuck in a barrel near an odd-looking invention. This was Maurice, Belle's father. "Dad," asked Belle as she walked through the smoke.

"How the hell did that happen," asked Maurice, who pulled himself together after the sudden boom, "he lost it."

Maurice put himself out of the busted barrel and said, "I'm about to give up on this…piece of trash," before kicking his invention in frustration.

"You always say that," replied Belle with humor.

"I'm serious this time," said the stern Maurice, "I'll never get this crazy gadget to work."

"Yes, you will and you'll win first prize at the show tomorrow," said Belle, who was being optimistic, "and you'll become a world famous inventor."

Maurice's stress ceased a little as he asked, "do you really believe that?"

"I always have," said Belle.

Maurice was motivated by Belle's words. "Well, what are waiting for?  I'll fix this in no time," he said as he came underneath the invention, "pass me that deciding factor on dog paws there.  Well, did you have a good time in town today?"

"I have a new book," said Belle, who then thought to herself before asking, "Dad, do you think I'm strange?"

"My daughter?  Strange?  Where would you get such an idea from," asked Maurice as he came from underneath the machine with funny goggles.

"I don't know," replied Belle, "it's just that, I'm not sure I fit in here.  I really can't speak to anyone."

"What about that Gaston," suggested Maurice as he continued working on his invention, "he's a handsome guy."

"He's handsome, he's fine, he's rude and cocky and…Dad, it's not for me," said Belle.

"Well, don't worry, because this invention will be the beginning of a new life for us," said Maurice as he came out from under the machine, "I think it's done.  Now let's try it."

Maurice pulled a switch and smoke came out the machine's funnel. Belle held onto Maurice in case another explosion was going to happen. So far, nothing bad happened at first and instead, the gears and mechanisms were functioning perfectly. In the front of the machine was a big axe that chopped pieces of firewood in front of it. The axe chopped the logs until a piece broke off and fell over Maurice's head. Belle was fascinated by this. "It works," she exclaimed.

"It does," asked Maurice, who was surprised, "IT DOES SO!!"

"You did it," congratulated Belle, "you really did it."

"Get hooked, Philippe girl.  I'm going to the fair," Maurice said to Belle before a log hit his head.

Later in the day, the invention was packed up and being pulled by Belle and Maurice's horse, Philippe. Maurice rode the horse down the path as Belle waved a farewell. "Farewell, Dad," said Belle, "good luck."

"Farewell, Belle, and take care of yourself while I'm gone," said Maurice.

And so, Maurice and Philippe started heading out of the village, in search of their intended destination. This journey took hours as they day went on. Unfortunately while Maurice was proud of his machine, his happiness started turning into confusion, for they hadn't made it to the fair yet. They ended up traveling through a dark forest with dead trees and leaves. "We should be there by now," said Maurice as he looked at his map while Philippe walked through the woods, "perhaps we missed a turn.  I think it should've taken the…wait a moment."

Maurice noticed a sign and two pathways. Maurice and Philippe weren't sure where to go next. Philippe started going down one path, but Maurice wanted to go the separate direction. "Let's go this way."

Philippe looked down the path Maurice wanted to go down. This one was dark, misty and most likely had something dangerous and frightening. The other path was clear and he could hear birds chirping. Philippe thought for a moment, but started going down the safer path, only for Maurice to pull him back and get him down the other path. "C'mon, Philippe, it's a shortcut," said Maurice, "we'll be there in no time."

Philippe slowly walked down the path. It was silent, too silent. Philippe looked into the heavens and saw the old frightening branches. Leaves flew around as the wind gently blew across the dark woods. It was slightly misty and it was getting cold. Philippe started getting hesitant as he kept walking down the path. Suddenly, something rushed behind the trees, giving Philippe a fright. As for Maurice, he was oblivious to what was nearby. "This can't be correct," he said as he looked at his map, "where did you take us, Philippe?  We better turn around."

As he was speaking, Philippe was walking backwards in fear as he heard a howling sound. Philippe started getting more and more frightened. Maurice noticed his horse getting afraid. "Oh, boy," he said, "woah."

Philippe kept backing up until eventually colliding with a tree. This in turn awoke swarms of bats. They flew around Maurice and Philippe, frightening both of them. In fear, Philippe started fleeing. "Watch out," said Maurice, who was trying to hold onto his panicking horse before they came to the edge of a deep cliff, "WOAH, BOY!!"

They didn't fall off, but Philippe was yet afraid. "BACK OFF, BACK OFF, BACK OFF," said Maurice.

Philippe did so, but he was yet terrified at what was going on. "Good boy, good boy.  That's good, that's it, BACK OFF," ordered Maurice, trying to calm Philippe down, "easy now, easy, steady."

But then Philippe heard barking noises. With that said, he couldn't take it anymore. He eventually bucks Maurice off him as Maurice shouts, "NO, PHLIPPE, NO!!"

It's too late since Maurice's lamp broke, leaving a campfire, but it was put out as Philippe ran over it and fled the scene. Maurice wasn't badly injured, but he was left alone in the dark forest, with no light or horse. "Philippe," he said, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "PHILIPPE!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the village. Maurice realized that he was now officially lost in the woods. He came himself to his feet and picked up his hat. But before he could think of what to do next, he heard a growling sound. He turned and saw three wolves over the hill, looking him in the eye. Maurice gasped and ran as fast as he could. The wolves started chasing him as he fled. Maurice ran deeper into the forest with the wolves in hot pursuit. Maurice turned back and saw them approaching as he suddenly tripped and stumbled down a hill. He looked up and saw a tall metal gate. He turned back to the wolves, who were now very closer. With no time to waste, he runs to the gate and shouts, "HEEELLLPPP!!!  IS SOMEONE THERE?!  HEEEELP!!!!"

The gate opened up and Maurice ran in. The wolves were a few feet away from Maurice, but before they could pounce, Maurice locked the gate shut. But the hungry wolves caught one of Maurice's boots and tried pulling him back. Maurice eventually came out of the grip and swiftly got away from the attacking wolves. He didn't notice that his hat left near the gate. Maurice turned and saw a huge castle in front of him. This castle was very tall, like a heavenly scraper, and dark. There was a boom of thunder before the rain began to fall. With no option left, Maurice ran to the castle door. He knocked on the door and it opened up. Maurice came in and saw a dark and mysterious interior. It was big and silent. Maurice closed the door and slowly walked into the castle. "Hello," he called, but didn't get a response, "hullo-o-o-o!"

He didn't hear anything, but he heard something very silent. "Poor man must've been lost in the woods."

Another voice silently, but frantically said, "shut up.  Perhaps he'll leave."

Maurice could warn someone was trying to speak, but no one was nearby. "Is anyone there," he asked.

Nearby, on a small desk, a gold candlestick and a brown clock sat next to each other. But these two objects had faces and they had their eyes on Maurice. "Not a word, Lumiere, not one word," the clock whispered to his candle companion.

"I don't mean to butt in, but I've lost my horse and I need a place to spend the night," called Maurice.

Lumiere the candlestick, felt empathy for the old man, felt like he was a lost puppy and turned to his partner. "Oh, Cogsworth, have a heart," he said.

Cogsworth the clock, unwilling to get noticed, swiftly put his hand over Lumiere's mouth, trying to silence him. But Lumiere, annoyed, put his candle on Cogsworth's hand, where his lit candle slashed Cogsworth, giving him some big scratches. Cogsworth swiftly blew on his hand, giving Lumiere a chance to say something. "Of course, sir, you're welcome," Lumiere said to Maurice.

Now Maurice was confused. He heard a voice, but no one was around. He picked up Lumiere, oblivious that he was alive and asked, "who said that?"

"This way," said Lumiere.

Maurice turned, but didn't see Lumiere. "Where," he asked.

Lumiere gently tapped Maurice's head. Maurice turned and came face-to-face with Lumiere. Seeing his face, Lumiere said, "HELLO!!"

Alarmed, Maurice dropped Lumiere and backed off. Lumiere wasn't hurt, but his candle lights went out. Maurice's shock turned into wonder. "Incredible," he said upon seeing the moving and speaking candle.

Cogsworth came down from the desk and scolded his companion. "Well now you have, Lumiere," he complained, "splendid.  Only rosy."

But Cogsworth's rant was interrupted as he was picked up by a curious Maurice. Cogsworth was frightened, but Maurice said, "who is this accomplished?"

"Put me down at once," begged Cogsworth as Maurice looked at him all around, "for that.  Hehehehehe, for that, I say."

Maurice was yet fascinated. He briefly tickled the bottom of Cogsworth's legs and shook him gently. Lumiere watched and giggled. Maurice started turning the spring behind Cogsworth's head, before opening his door and looking at his pendulum. "Sir, close that immediately," Cogsworth said as he locked his door shut, "do you mind?"

"I'm sorry, it's…it's just that I've never seen a clock that…that…"

But before Maurice could finish, he started feeling a tickle in his nose. He sniffled until sneezing in Cogsworth's face. While Cogsworth's clock arrows started cleaning his face like windshield wipers, Lumiere noticed that Maurice caught a cold. "Oh, it's soaked to the bone, sir," he said before guiding Maurice to a warmer room, "come, warm up by the fire."

"Thanks," replied Maurice.

But while Lumiere was more than happy to help the visitor, Cogsworth objected to this. "No, no, no," he said as he tried to stop Maurice, "you know what the master will do if he finds him here.  I demand you to stop......right…there!"

Cogsworth fell down some stairs upon losing grip of Maurice's cape. As he got himself up, he saw Lumiere urging Maurice to sit down in a chair. "Oh, dear, oh, dear," he complained as he saw Maurice sit down, "not the teacher's chair!"

Suddenly, a footstool named Sultan came running down the stairs and towards Maurice. This footstool was actually acting like a dog. Upon seeing Sultan, Cogsworth complained more, "I'm not seeing this.  I'm not seeing this!"

"Well, hello, boy," said Maurice as he stroked the playful stool.

Sultan swiftly positioned himself underneath Maurice and stood silent. Maurice was given a nice place to rest his feet. A coat rack appeared and gave Maurice a warm blanket. "What a service," Maurice commented as the coat rack lowered his hat in a fashion of saying 'you're welcome.'

But Cogsworth was yet not giving in. "Alright, this has gone far enough," he complained, "I'm in charge here and....."

But before the control freak clock could finish, he was suddenly run over by an Indy car, carrying Mrs. Potts, a tea pot. "How would you like a good portion of tea, sir," she said as she poured some warm tea into a tea cup, "it'll warm you up in no time."

"No tea," whispered Cogsworth, "no tea!"

But he was ignored again. Maurice drank from the tea cup, who was also alive. This tea cup was Chip, and he was Mrs. Potts' son. "His mustache tickles, Mum," he said upon feeling Maurice's mustache.

Maurice was fascinated again. "Oh…hello," he said.

But before any further service could be done, the door suddenly burst open. Everyone was alarmed as gust flew in, extinguishing Lumiere's candle lights and the warm fireplace. Mrs. Potts shook as Chip swiftly hid behind her in fear. "Oops."

Something walked into the room. Maurice was afraid about what was coming his road. A frightened-looking creature appeared in the room. He was strange and odd-looking, and he was not happy. "There's a stranger here," he growled.

"Master, let me explain," said Lumiere, trying to explain, "the knight was lost in the woods.  He was cold and wet where......."

But Lumiere was interrupted by the frustrated creature as he let out a loud, anguished shriek, extinguishing Lumiere's candle lights again. Cogsworth, who was hiding underneath a rug, came out and said, "Master, I'd like to take this moment to say…" before swiftly saying, "I was against this from the beginning.  It was your fault.  I tried to stop him, but did you hear me?  No, no…"

But Cogsworth was also interrupted by a loud growl. Cogsworth immediately hid underneath his rug in fear, unwilling to frustrate his boss any further. Maurice looked around to see what was making these savage noises, until he noticed the monstrous fact that was frightening everyone in the room, staring at him closer. "WHO ARE YOU," he demanded, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"I…I was lost in the woods, and then…"

"YOU'RE NOT WELCOME HERE!!"

"I, I'm very sorry," replied a terrified Maurice.

"What are you looking at," asked the mean monster.

"No…nothing," said Maurice, trying to avoid frustrating him further.

"Then, YOU'VE COME TO LOOK AT THE BEAST, HAVE YOU," yelled the frustrated animal upset.

Maurice tried fleeing, but the mysterious beast sprung in front of him in a flash. "Please, I didn't mean to hurt you," begged Maurice, "I just needed a place to stay…"

"I'll give you a place to stay," interrupted the beast as he picked up the frightened man.

Maurice begged him to put him down, but the beast ignored him and locked the door shut, leaving Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts, Chip and the other servants in darkness. What was that fact and why was it so frustrated and loud? What was going to happen to Maurice?

Meanwhile, back in the village, Gaston and Lefou looked at Belle's cottage. "Oh, boy," said Lefou, "Belle will get the surprise of her life, right, Gaston?"

"Yes," replied Gaston, who was now dressed in a fancy outfit, "this is your lucky day."

Gaston turned back to a large group of villagers, having set up a wedding setting, with a band, food and guests. "I'd like to thank everyone for coming to my wedding," he said, "but first, I have to go there and…propose to the girl."

The villagers had a laugh, but the three bimbettes were weeping their eyes out like whiny fangirls. "And you, Lefou," Gaston said to Lefou, "if Belle and I went out that door…"

"Oh, I do, I do, I hit the band," said Lefou before cueing the band music.

The band started playing the song "Wedding March", but Gaston swiftly shut Lefou up with a trombone. "Not yet," he said.

"I'm sorry."

Inside the cottage, Belle was reading her book, hearing the frustrated inventor shout his name. There was suddenly a knock on the door. Belle got up and went to check it out. She pulled down a looking device to see who it was, but to her dismay, it was Gaston. Belle moaned, as Gaston entered the cottage. "Gaston," said Belle, "what a pleasant surprise."

"Not so," replied Gaston, "I'm full of surprises.  You know, Belle, there's not a girl in town who wouldn't love to be in your shoes.  This is the day...."

Gaston stopped as he noticed a mirror. He licked his teeth clean. "This is the day that your dreams come true," Gaston finished.

"What do you know about my dreams, Gaston," asked Belle, who was getting hesitant.

"Very much.  Imagine this," Gaston said as he plopped down on a chair, putting his mud-covered boots over Belle's book, "a rustic hunting lodge, my latest murder roasting on fire," he continued as he took off his boots, revealing his holy socks, "and my little wife, massaging my feet.....while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs."

Belle was disgusted by Gaston's smelly feet. "We will have six or seven," said Gaston to Belle.

"Dogs," asked Belle.

"No, Belle," said Gaston, "typing up guys like me."

"Imagine that," said Belle, who took her book and walked towards the bookshelf.

"You know who that little wife will be," asked Gaston.

"Let me think," said a hesitant Belle as she put her book away.

"You, Belle," said Gaston, who cornered Belle.

But Belle managed to get away from Gaston and backed off to the front door. "Gaston, I'm…speechless," she said as Gaston approached her again, "I really don't know what to say."

But Gaston, being bigger and taller, trapped Belle on the front door. "Say you'll marry me," he said.

"I'm so sorry, Gaston, but…but…" Belle said as she tried reaching the doorknob, "I just don't deserve you."

Belle swiftly turned the knob and the door turned outside. Belle ducked down as Gaston was sent flying out the cottage and into a mud puddle. With Gaston outside, the band played their wedding song, thinking that Belle came out as well. But Belle didn't come out. Instead, she threw Gaston's boots out of the house. Lefou saw his boss in the puddle, halted the band and turned to Gaston. Gaston lifted his head out and looked at Lefou with a stern face. "Well, how'd it go," asked Lefou.

But Gaston, humiliated and frustrated that he was rejected, caught Lefou and said, "I'll have Belle as my wife.  Make no mistake about that," before dropping him into the puddle.

Gaston walked off, leaving Lefou frustrated at his attitude. "Huh, delicate," he said to a pig.

Gaston walked off in fury, making sure that he wouldn't come back. Belle came out and asked, "is he gone?"

Belle, while content that Gaston wasn't nearby anymore, was in no mood for jokes. She was frustrated about the very idea of marrying Gaston. "Can you imagine," she complained as she fed the animals in the pen near the cottage, "he asked me to marry him.  ME!!  The wife of that rude, brainless…"

Belle: Madame, Gaston

Can't you just see it?

Madame Gaston

His little wife

No, sir, not me

I guarantee it

I want much more than this provincial life

Belle started running off into the distance until coming to a stop with a view of the beautiful valley.

Belle: I want adventure in the great wide someplace

I wanted more than I can warn

And for once, it might be grand

To have someone understand

I want so much more than they've had planned

As Belle finished her song, she blew a flew dandelions into the air. But her sympathy shattered as she heard a neighing sound. She turned and saw Philippe coming out of the forest. Belle saw the horse and was shocked that Maurice wasn't with him. "Philippe," she said, "what are you doing here, where's…where's Daddy?  Where is he, Philippe?  What just happened?  Oh, we have to find him.  You have to take me to him!"

As Belle removed the wagon that contained Maurice's invention, he and the dogs he was with kept pulling the sleigh that his musher was on, while another man on a hill nearby saw this and aimed his gun high.

Concerned over her father's safety and whereabouts, Belle came on Philippe and rode into the dark forest he was in earlier. They came to a stop as they approached the castle. Belle looked at the scenery and asked, "what is this place?"

Philippe got hesitant again and started panicking. "Philippe, please be patient," said Belle, trying to reassure her horse that nothing was wrong, "steady."

Belle noticed Maurice's hat behind the metal gate. She picked it up and looked at the castle. "Dad."

Inside the castle, Cogsworth was giving Lumiere a really hard time over letting Maurice stay in the castle. "Oh, we couldn't keep silent," Cogsworth said, "I just had to invite you to stay, isn't it?  Serve the car, sit in the owner's chair, wear a jerk?"

"I was trying to be hospitality," replied Lumiere.

Meanwhile, Belle opened the castle door and looked around, searching for her father. "Hello," she called, "who's there?  Hello?"

Belle continued further into the dark castle. "Papa?  Papa!  Are you here?"

As Belle continued looking around the castle, in another room, Mrs. Potts was filling up a tub as Chip came in, emotional about something. "Mum, the castle has a girl," he said.

"Now Chip, you won't create such a wild story," said Mrs. Potts.

"Really, Mum, I saw her," said Chip.

"No buts about it," replied Mrs. Potts, who put her son into the tub, "in the bathtub."

Another servant appeared in the room. It was a feather duster. "A woman.  I saw a woman in the castle," she said.

"See, I warned you so," said Chip.

"Irresponsible," Cogsworth criticized Lumiere yet, "I'm concerned about the devil, my ears are loose, my chin is rough…"

This bickering was suddenly interrupted as both of them heard Belle's voice. "Papa?"

The two servants turned and saw Belle walking slowly down the hall. They didn't notice Lumiere and Cogsworth. They were more focused on where Maurice was. "Did you see that," Lumiere asked Cogsworth.

Lumiere came off the table and poked his head out the room with Cogsworth. They saw Belle walking off. "It's a woman," said Lumiere.

"I know it's a woman," replied Cogsworth.

"Don't you see," said an emotional Lumiere, "she's the one.  The girl we are waiting for.  She came to break the order!"

Lumiere started following the visitor, but Cogsworth was unsure about this. "Wait a moment, wait a moment," he begged.

The two friends followed the visitor. Belle was oblivious of her followers. "Papa," called Belle before hearing a door creak behind her, "Papa?"

Lumiere and Cogsworth were opening the door and while Cogsworth swiftly hid behind it, Lumiere headed up a staircase. Belle didn't see them, but she saw a light going up the stairs. "Hello?  Is anyone here," asked Belle, "wait, I'm looking for my father, I…"

She headed up the stairs with her friends, while Cogsworth watched. Belle headed up the stairs, hoping to find someone who could help her. But as she headed up the stairs, she didn't see anyone. "That's funny," she said, "I'm sure there was someone."

"Well, please," said Lumiere, "allow me to introduce you to the Company."

"Who's there," asked Belle, who didn't notice Lumiere watching her from behind.

"Belle?"

"Papa," exclaimed Belle.

Belle swiftly rushed to the cell, where she found Maurice locked inside. Belle took a torch and saw her father as she said, "how did you find me?"

"Oh, your hands are like ice," said Belle, who felt Maurice's freezing hands, "you have to get out of here."

"Belle, I want you to leave this place," said Maurice.

"Who did this to you," asked Belle.

"There's no time to explain," replied Maurice, not letting Belle end up where he was, "you have to go now."

"I'll never leave you," added Belle.

But before she could find a road to get Maurice out of the cell, something caught Belle's shoulder and flung her around as a voice roared, "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!"

"RUN, BELLE," cried Maurice as Belle's torch went out after landing in a puddle, leaving the room dark.

"Who's that," asked Belle, "who is this?"

"The master of this castle."

Maurice saw a shadow lurking around him. "I came to find my father," said Belle, "please leave him alone.  Doesn't it hurt?"

"THEN HE DIDN'T GET OVER HERE!!"

"But he was able to die.  Please, I'll do anything," begged Belle.

"There's nothing you can do.  He's my prisoner," said the monster.

"Oh, there must be a road I can…" said Belle, "PLEASE, WAIT!!"

The monster turned to Belle, who thought for a moment before saying, "take me instead."

The creature stood shocked at Belle's suggestion. "YOU," said the monster before having a realization, "would you…take his place?"

"Belle, no," begged Maurice, "you don't know what you're doing here!"

"If I did that, would you send him off," asked Belle.

"Yes…but…you must promise to be here forever."

Belle thought for a moment. The suggestion was pretty extreme and it threatened her freedom, but she knew her father needed to be free, or otherwise he could die. Belle realized that she couldn't see the captor enough. "Come into Stuff Etc."

The captor did so and Belle had a clear view of the mysterious animal. But he wasn't just any creature. He had two small horns on his head, big fangs, blue eyes, sharp claws on his hands and feet, a lot of fur, a wolf-like fashion and a torn up purple cape and blue pants. Although shocked at his appearance, Belle knew what had to be done. She turned to her father, who said, "no, Belle, don't do this!"

But Belle had her mind set. She stood to the Beast and said, "I promise."

"Done," said the Beast.

But before unlocking Maurice's cell, Belle collapsed to the floor, realizing that she was now forever a prisoner. Maurice approached his daughter upon letting get out. "No, Belle, listen to me.  I'm old and I've lived my life," he said.

Beast pulled him off from Belle as he headed out of the tower. "Wait a moment," begged Belle.

"BELLE!!"

"PLEASE, WAIT," cried Belle, trying to reach out futilely.

But Beast ignored the girl's pleas and headed outside the castle. "No, please, save my daughter, please," begged Maurice.

"SHE'S NO LONGER WORRIED," replied Beast as he put Maurice in a palanquin, "take him to town."

The palanquin got up and headed down the path away from the castle like a spider. "Leave me alone.  Please leave me alone.  Leave me alone!  Please, wait," begged Maurice.

From the tower, Belle watched the palanquin leave the castle. She started weeping. Meanwhile, Beast was heading up the castle stairs. He stopped as he heard Lumiere's voice. "Well, Master?"

"What's this," said Beast frustratedly.

"Because the girl will be with us for quite some time, we want to provide a more comfortable room," suggested Lumiere.

But Beast growled in response and headed up the tower, leaving Lumiere in shock and fear. "Then it may not be again," he said.

Beast made it to the top of the tower, where he saw the disheartened Belle. "You didn't even say a farewell," said Belle as she wept, "I can't see him again.  I didn't say a farewell."

Beast, though he agreed that Belle would stay in the castle for good, started feeling bad. He was captivated by her beauty and her affection toward Maurice that he couldn't leave her in the freezing tower. "I'll show you in your room," he said, agreeing with Lumiere's advice.

"My room," asked Belle, "however..."

"You want to stay on the tower," asked an irritated Beast.

"No," replied Belle.

"Then follow me."

Belle followed Beast as he walked through the castle with Lumiere in his paw. Belle was very upset about losing her freedom and father. She was also afraid of the castle's architecture and design. Belle was also intimidated and she stayed close behind as she followed Beast. Beast turned and saw Belle all mournful. Beast thought to himself as Lumiere said silently, "warn something about her."

"Well…I…hope you like it here," said Beast calmly.

He thought to himself again, but Lumiere urged him to keep speaking. "The castle is home now where you can go wherever you want…except the West Wing," Beast said.

"What's in the West...."

"IT'S FORBIDDEN," Beast interrupted Belle with fury.

Belle was intimidated by the Beast's savage behavior and attitude despair. She reluctantly continued following Beast as she made it to another room. Beast opened the door for his prisoner. "Now if I need anything, my servants will attend," he said tenderly.

"Dinner," Lumiere whispered to Beast, "invite her to dinner."

Beast started getting frustrated again as he said, "you will be with me for dinner.  THAT'S NOT A REQUEST," before locking the doors.

Belle, overwhelmed with fear and disgrace, ran to the room's bed and flung herself onto it, where she started weeping. Would she ever get rescued and would the Beast get a taste of his own medicine? Or would she remain a prisoner for the rest of her life?

While Belle was having a serious problem, Gaston was dealing with his own problems. As a blizzard blew outside, Gaston sat on his chair in his tavern, complaining in frustration about Belle's rejection. "Who does she think she is?  That girl got involved with the wrong man," he said, "no one says 'no' to Gaston."

"Heh, that's right," added Lefou as he served him beer.

"Fired, rejected, publicly humiliated," complained Gaston as he threw Lefou's beer into the fireplace, "why, it's more than I can take."

"More beer," asked Lefou.

"What for," replied Gaston, as he tried avoiding comfort from his sidekick, "nothing helps.  I'm dishonored."

"Who, you," asked Lefou, "never.  Gaston, you need to compose yourself together."

Lefou: Gosh, it disturbs me to see you, Gaston

Looking so down in the dumps

Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston

Even while taking your lumps

The other cronies in the tavern agreed with Lefou, but Gaston was yet stern.

Lefou: There's no man in town as admired by you

You're everyone's favorite guy

Everyone's awed and inspired by you

And it's not...very hard...to see WHY!!

The bimbettes surrounded Gaston and sighed while Lefou continued his song.

Lefou: No…one's…slick as Gaston

No one's swift as Gaston

No one's neck as incredibly thick as Gaston

For there's no man in town half as manly

Perfect, a pure paragon

You can ask any Tom, Dick or Stanley

And they'll warn you whose team they'd prefer to be on

Some old cronies from a table nearby caught Lefou and joined in the song.

Cronies: No…one's…been like Gaston

A kingpin like Gaston

Lefou: No one has a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston

Gaston: As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating

Cronies: MY, WHAT A GUY, THAT GASTON!!

Give five hurrahs and twelve hip hips

Lefou: Gaston is the best and the rest is all drips

While singing, Lefou incidentally threw one of his mugs of beer in Gaston's face. In response, Gaston falcon punched Lefou and wrestled with the other cronies.

All: No…one…fights like Gaston

Douses lights like Gaston

Wrestler: In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston

Bimbettes: For there's no one as burly and brawny

Gaston: As you see, I have biceps to spare

Lefou: Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny

Gaston: That's right, and every last inch of these covered with hair

Cronies: No hits like Gaston

Matches wits like Gaston

Lefou: In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston

Gaston: I'm especially good at expectorating

Gaston spit something and it came flying around the tavern upon hitting taverns.

Cronies: Ten points for Gaston

Gaston: If I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large

And now that I'm grown, I ate five dozen eggs

Then I'm roughly the size of a BARGE!!

All: No…one…shoots like Gaston

Makes these beauts like Gaston

Lefou: Then go stomping around wearing boots like Gaston

Gaston: I use antlers in all of my decorating

All: MY, WHAT A GUY....GASTON!!

As the song reached its finale, people picked up the chair Gaston was sitting and actually dropped it on poor Lefou. Everyone cheered as the song ended. By now, Gaston felt so much better and cheered alongside his friends. But this celebration was suddenly interrupted as someone burst into the tavern frantically. It was Maurice. "HEEEELP," he cried, "someone help me!"

"Maurice," exclaimed one of the cronies.

"Please, wait, I need your help," begged Maurice as he ran around the tavern to the guys, "he caught her.  He locked her in the dungeon!"

"Who?"

"Belle," responded Maurice, "we have to go.  We haven't a moment to lose!"

"Hey, slow down, Maurice," said Gaston, trying to calm Maurice down, "who has Belle locked in a dungeon?"

"A beast," responded Maurice, "a horrible and monstrous beast!"

But his reception was one of laughter. The men didn't believe what Maurice was trying to say. "Is it a big beast," teased a crony.

"Huge," responded Maurice.

"With a longer, ugly snout," asked another.

"Horribly ugly."

"And sharp cruel fangs," asked a third.

"Well, please," replied Maurice, "will you help me?"

"Alright, old man," said Gaston, "we're going to help you."

"Are you going," asked Maurice with relief, "oh, thank you, thank you, thank you all."

But two cronies dragged Maurice out of the building and tossed him into the snowy blizzard outside. Inside the tavern, the people were mocking Maurice. "Crazy old Maurice," said a crony.

"He's always good at laughing," said another.

But Gaston, while usually liking an opportunity to mock Maurice, had a thought. "Crazy old Maurice.....huh…crazy old Maurice," he said to himself before singing to Lefou.

Gaston: Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking

Lefou: A dangerous passport......

Gaston: I do

Gaston put his minion out from under the chair and continued his singing.

Gaston: That wacky old coot as Belle's father

And his sanity's only so-so

Now the wheels in my head have been turning

Since I looked at that loony old man

See, I promised myself I'd be married to Belle

And right now, I'm evolving a PLAN!!

Gaston moved Lefou closer, discussing a plan with him, alone. The cronies eagerly wondered what they were thinking. "Yes, then we…" Gaston whispered.

"No, but she…" said Lefou.

"GUESS," finished Gaston.

"Now I have it!"

"LET'S GO," they both said together.

Gaston and Lefou: NO…ONE…plots like Gaston

Gaston: Takes cheap shots like Gaston

Lefou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston

All: BUT SOON THIS MARRIAGE WE WILL BE CELEBRATING!

MY, WHAT A GUY…GASTON!!

A plan was thought up and everyone in the tavern supported it. Gaston was not giving up on his quest to get Belle's hand in marriage. Outside the tavern, Maurice wandered around behind himself. "Will nobody help me," he asked out of desperation.

Poor Maurice was on his own now. Gaston and the others didn't believe him as he said a beast had locked Belle in a dungeon. But what they didn't know was that it was actually true.

Back at the castle, Belle was yet weeping on her bed. There was a tapping on the door. Belle got up and said, "who is that?"

"Mrs. Potts, darling," said a voice from outside.

Belle walked to the door and opened it, but to her surprise, this wasn't a person waiting for here there. Instead, there was a moving and speaking tea pot. "I thought you'd like some tea," said Mrs. Potts as she, Chip and a few other cups entered the room.

Belle was surprised by the sight of a moving tea pot. "You're a…you're a…"

As Belle walked backwards, she incidentally bumped into a wardrobe. "Oh, be careful," the wardrobe said.

"This is impossible," said Belle with amazement.

"I thought so, but here we are," said Wardrobe as she leaned on the bed with Belle.

"I warned you she was beautiful, Mum, didn't I," said Chip.

"Alright now, Chip, that'll do," replied Mrs. Potts as she poured some tea into her son, "slowly now.  Don't spill."

Belle picked up Chip and sipped a little of the warm tea. "Thanks," she said.

"Do you wanna see me do a trick," asked Chip before he bubbled some of the tea in his cup.

"Chip," said Mrs. Potts sternly.

"Whoops, I'm sorry."

"That was a very brave fact you did, my darling," Mrs. Potts said to Belle.

"We all think so," said Wardrobe.

"But I lost my father, my dreams…everything," replied a mournful Belle.

"Cheer up, child," said the motherly Mrs. Potts, "everything will be fine in the end.  You'll see."

Belle felt slightly better. This tea pot was very tender and sweet, a personality trait they weren't treated with from Beast. "Oh, listen to me, chattering while there's dinner to be on the table," Mrs. Potts said as she headed out the door, "Chip."

Chip followed his mother out of the room. "Farewell."

"Well, now, how are we going to dress you up for dinner," asked Wardrobe before eagerly saying, "let's see what I have in my drawers."

Wardrobe opened her drawers and out came a lot of moths. She swiftly shut her drawers out of embarrassment. "Shame on you," she said before opening again and seeing a perfect dress for Belle, "well, here we are.  You'll look lovely in this one."

But Belle had other thoughts. "That's very kind of you, but…I'm not going to dinner," she said.

Wardrobe gasped and said, "but you have to."

Another servant entered the room. It was Cogsworth. "Ahem, ahem, ahem…dinner…is served," he said.

Meanwhile in another room, Beast was pacing back and forth near a fireplace, waiting impatiently for Belle to appear. "Why is that taking so long?  I warned her to come down.  WHY ISN'T SHE HERE YET," he demanded to Mrs. Potts and Lumiere.

"Ah, try to be patient, sir.  The girl has lost her father and her freedom all in one year," said Mrs. Potts.

"Master, did you think that maybe this girl could be the one to break the spell," asked Lumiere.

"OF COURSE I DO," replied Beast with sternness, "I'm not a fool."

"Well," said Lumiere, "then you'll fall in love with her, she'll fall in love with you, and POOF; the spell is broken.  We'll be human again at midnight."

"Oh, it's not that hard, Lumiere, these facts take time," said Mrs. Potts.

"But the rose has already begun to wilt," replied Lumiere, who really willed to be human again.

"Oh, it's no use," said Beast, "she's so beautiful and I'm…WELL, LOOK AT ME!!"

Lumiere and Mrs. Potts looked at each other in confusion. "Oh, you must help her see beyond all of that," said Mrs. Potts.

"I don't know how," said Beast.

Mrs. Potts got serious and said, "well, you can start by introducing yourself eligible.  Straighten up, try to act like a gentleman."

"Ah yes, if she comes in, give her a bold and affable grin," added Lumiere, "come, come, show me the grin."

Beast, in response to Lumiere's request, bared his ragged fangs in a frightening but crazy fashion. "But don't scare the poor girl," said Mrs. Potts.

"Impress her with your.....intelligence," added Lumiere.

"But be nice."

"Shower her with compliments."

"But be honest."

"And above all...."

"YOU MUST CONTROL YOUR TEMPERATURE," they both concluded.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, getting their attentions. "There she is," said Lumiere.

Beast waited eagerly to see Belle enter the room. But to his dismay, it wasn't Belle, it was Cogsworth. "Good evening."

Beast got frustrated again. "Well, where is she?"

"Who…of, hahaha, the girl, yes.  Well…um…actually, she's in the process of......circumstances are what they are," Cogsworth said hesitantly, trying to buy time, until mournfully reporting, "she's not coming."

And with that said, Beast's temper rose again. "WHAT?!"

He burst out of the room and raced to Belle's room. Lumiere, Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts desperately followed their enraged boss as he furiously ran across the castle. "YOUR GRACE," begged Cogsworth, "YOUR EMINENCE!  LET'S NOT HURRY UP!!"

Beast made it to the door and knocked on the door. "I THOUGHT I HAD WARNED YOU TO COME TO DINNER," he yelled as the servants looked upset over his temper.

"I'm not hungry," replied a stern Belle.

"YOU GO OUT OR I'LL GO BREAKING DOWN THE DOOR," yelled Beast upset.

"Master, I may be wrong, but this may not be the best fashion to win the girl's affections," said Lumiere.

"Please, try to be a gentleman," begged Cogsworth.

"But she's being so HARD," replied a cranky Beast.

"Gently, kindly," said a calm Mrs. Potts.

Beast, feeling dejected, calmly said, "are you coming to dinner?"

"No buts about it."

Beast got frustrated and pointed his finger to the door while looking at his servants, as if he was saying 'you see?'  But the servants tried again to make more gentlemen like. "Please…let him catch a fish," Cogsworth said.

"It would be a great pleasure…if you'd join me for dinner," Beast said calmly, but while his frustration kept rising.

"Ahem, ahem, we say 'please,'" suggested Cogsworth.

Dejected again, Beast reluctantly concluded with, "allow me to introduce you to the Company."

But to their dismay, Belle said, "NO, THANKS!!"

That refusal made Beast lose it again. "YOU CAN'T STAY THERE FOREVER!!"

"OH, YES, I CAN," replied Belle.

With that said, Beast couldn't take it anymore. "WELL, FINE!!  THEN GO AHEAD AND STARVE TO DEEEEEEEAAATH," he yelled upset, before turning to his servants, "if she doesn't eat with me, and she doesn't eat anything."

Beast stormed off in fury. He locked a door, causing a small part of the ceiling to land on Lumiere. "Oh, dear," said Mrs. Potts, "that didn't go very well at all, did it?"

"Lumiere," Cogsworth said to Lumiere, "watch the door and let me know immediately if there's the slightest change."

Lumiere saluted his friend like a soldier and said, "you can count on me, my Captain."

Lumiere patrolled the door as Mrs. Potts and Cogsworth went off into the hallway. "Well, it's better to go down the stairs and start cleaning up," said Cogsworth.

Meanwhile, in the West Wing, Beast entered the room in frustration. "I ask nicely, but she refuses.  WHAT…WHAT DO I WANT TO DO?!  BAIT," he yelled furiously before catching a mirror and said, "show me the girl."

The mirror gave off a light and Beast had a view of Belle in her room, with Wardrobe behind her side. "The master's not so bad as soon as you know him," said Wardrobe, "why don't you give him a chance?"

"I don't want to meet him," replied Belle, "I don't want to have anything to do with him!"

Beast listened to this and said to himself, "I'm just joking myself.  She'll never see me as anything…but a monster."

Beast put the mirror down on a table where a rose was shining. This was the same rose the enchantress gave him years ago. While it yet had a lot of petals left, one petal slowly fell off. Beast started feeling mournful. "It's useless," he said, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the hallway. Later in the evening, Belle eventually emerged from her room. She peeked out in the hallway, checking to see if Beast was nearby, hearing the frustrated beast shout his name. As she walked, Lumiere was flirting with a feather duster, Fifi. "Oh, dear," Fifi said.

"Oh, yes," replied Lumiere.

"Oh, dear."

"Oh, yes, yes, yes…"

"I've been burned by you before," flirted Fifi.

Lumiere took Fifi in his arms and laughed. But he suddenly stopped as he spotted Belle wandering the castle. "Heck then," he exclaimed, "she showed up."

Belle, not paying attention to the activity behind them, continued walking through the castle. In the castle kitchen, Mrs. Potts was urging Chip into the cupboard with his siblings. "C'mon, Chip," she said, "into the closet with your brothers and sisters."

Chip yawned and replied, "I'm not tired."

"Yes, you are."

"No, I'm not," replied Chip as he fell asleep in the cupboard.

Other activity in the kitchen wasn't very pleasant though. A stove was complaining about the lack of use for his cooked food. "I work and slave all day and for what?  A culinary masterpiece that has been wasted," he said.

"Oh, stop complaining," said Mrs. Potts, "it's been a long night for all of us."

"Well, if you ask me, she was only stubborn after saying 'please,'" added Cogsworth.

"But if the master doesn't learn to control this temperament, he'll never break that spell."

But before Mrs. Potts could finish, she was suddenly interrupted as Cogsworth noticed Belle enter the kitchen and said, "nice to see you on the go, madam.  I am Cogsworth, boss of the household."

Belle, fascinated, approached the clock and extended her hand. But before Cogsworth could kiss her hand, Lumiere butted himself in front of him. "This is Lumiere," concluded Cogsworth.

"Enchanting, darling."

"And if…stop doing this…everything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable," Cogsworth explained, trying to get around Lumiere before getting his hand burned.

"I am a little hungry," said Belle.

"You are," asked Mrs. Potts with delight, "did you hear that?  She's hungry.  Stoke the fire, break out the silver, awaken the china."

The other servants immediately came to work with pleasure. But Cogsworth was reluctant about this. "Remember what the master said," he said silently to Mrs. Potts.

"Oh, pish tosh.  I can't let the poor love go hungry," replied Mrs. Potts.

"Oh, OK, that's it," replied Cogsworth, "a glass of water, a crust of bread, and then…"

Lumiere, disappointed by his friend's attitude, said, "Cogsworth, I'm surprised at you.  She's not a prisoner.  She's our guest.  We have to make her feel welcome here.  Just like that, madam," before leading his guest to another room.

Now Cogsworth felt it was right to serve them, but was yet neurotic. "Well, leave it down there.  If the master learns of it, it'll be our next," he said.

"Of course, of course.  But what is dinner without a little…music," replied Lumiere as he left the room.

The door shut on Cogsworth, sending him into a bowl with pancake batter. "MUSIC?!"

In a different room with a very long table and many seats, Belle stood while Lumiere made an announcement.

Lumiere: My dear madam

It is with deepest pride and greatest pleasure

That we welcome you tonight

And now, we invite you to relax

Let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents…

Your dinner

Be…our…guest, be our guest

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin around your neck, darling

And we prohibit the rest

Soup of the day, hot appetizers

Why we only live to serve

Try the grey stuff, it's delicious

Don't believe me, ask the dishes

They can sing, they can dance

After all, miss, this is France

And a dinner here is never second best

Go ahead and fold your menu

Take a glance and then you'll be our guest

Yes, our guest

Be our guest

Plates of food started dancing by, with Cogsworth in one of them.

Lumiere: Beef stew, cheesy breath

Pie and pudding in flames

We'll prepare and serve a flair

A culinary cabinet

You're alone and you're afraid

But the banquet's all ready

No one's gloomy or complaining

While the flatware's entertaining

We warn jokes, I do tricks

With my fellow candlesticks

Mugs: And it's all in perfect taste

Than you can bet

All: C'mon and lift your glass

You've won your own free pass

To be our guest

Lumiere: If you're stressed,

It's fine dining we suggest

All: BE OUR GUEST, BE OUR GUEST, BE OUR GUEST!!

By this time, Cogsworth cleaned himself up and ran through the activity, hoping that it wasn't too loud. But as he did this, the song mood changed from cheerful and happy, to mournful and slow.

Lumiere: Life is so unnerving

For a servant who's not serving

He's not entire without a soul to wait upon

Ah, these good old days if we were useful

Suddenly, these good old days are gone

Ten years, we've been rusting

Needing so much more than dusting

Needing exercise, a chance to use our skills

Most days, we just lay around the castle

Flabby, fat and lazy

YOU WALKED IN AND OOPS-A-DAISY!!

The song swiftly turned happy again, as Mrs. Potts joined in.

Mrs. Potts: It's a guest, it's a guest

Heavens alive, well, I'll be blessed

Wine's been poured and thank the Lord

I've had the napkins freshly pressed

With dessert, she'll want tea

And my darling, that's fine with me

While the cups do their soft shoeing

I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing

I'll get warm, piping hot

Heaven's sake, is that a spot?

Clean it up, we want the company impressed

We have a lot to do

Is it one lump or two?

For you, our guest

All: BE OUR GUEST!!

Mrs. Potts: She's our guest

All: BE OUR GUEST!!

Be our guest, be our guest

Our command is your request

It's ten years since we've had anybody here

And we're obsessed

With your meal, with your ease

Yes, indeed, we aim to please

While the candlelight's yet glowing

Let us help you, we'll keep moving

Lumiere: CURSE…BY…FORCE!!

All: ONE BY ONE!

UNTIL YOU SHOUT,

'ENOUGH, I'M DONE!!'

Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest

Tonight you'll prop your feet up

But for now let's eat up

BE OUR GUEST, BE OUR GUEST,

BE OUR GUEST, PLEASE BE…OUR…GUEEEEEEESTTT!!!

This finale was really emotional. Silverware was dancing, plates and feather dusters danced and the music was so fantastic. Belle danced a little to the music. Even Cogsworth was enjoying this. At first, he was neurotic and hesitant, but now he was enjoying himself. He was pleased that their guests were all feeling happy. "Bravo," cheered Belle, "that was wonderful."

"Thank you," said Cogsworth as the servants started leaving, "thank you all.  Yes, good show, wasn't it everyone?"

As he congratulated his fellow servants for the performance, he looked down at his clock face and noticed the time. "Gosh, look at the time," he said, "now it's time to go to bed."

"Oh, I couldn't go to bed now," said Belle, "it's my first time in an enchanted castle."

"Enchanted?  Hahahahah, who said anything about the castle being enchanted," Cogsworth chuckled before suddenly turning stern towards Lumiere and saying, "it was you, wasn't it?"

Lumiere and Cogsworth started a mini brawl, but swiftly stopped as Belle said, "I found out by myself."

The two servants pulled themselves together as Belle asked, "I'd like to look around, if that's alright."

"Oh, would you like a tour," asked Lumiere, who was yet more than happy to help her.

"Wait a second, wait a second, I'm not sure it's a good idea," said Cogsworth, "we can't let her walk around in certain places if you know what I mean."

"Perhaps you'd like to take us with you," said Belle to Cogsworth, "I'm sure you know everything you need to know about the castle."

Flattered, Cogsworth said, "well, actually...yes, I do," obliged by the nice comment.

As requested, Belle was given a tour of the castle. Lumiere and Cogsworth walked alongside her as Sultan ran around them. "As you can see," lectured Cogsworth, "the pseudo-facade has been stripped to reveal a minimalist rococo design.  Note the unusually inverted ceilings.  This is another example of the late classical Baroque period, and as I always say, 'if it's not baroque, don't fix it.'"

This lecture was very informative, he decided to go back to his lecture. "Where was I?"

Before resuming his informative speech, he turned to the rows of armor suits on the sides of the path, who were turning towards Belle. "As you know," ordered Cogsworth, before the suits of armor did what he said, "now then, if I could draw your attention to the flying buttresses above the…um…madam?"

Lumiere and Cogsworth suddenly became worried. They ran as fast as they could until eventually blocking the pathway up the higher level. "What's up there," asked Belle.

"Where?  There?  Oh, nothing," replied a frantic Cogsworth, "absolutely nothing interesting in the West Wing.  Dusty, dense, very boring."

"Ah, then that's the West Wing," said Belle.

"Nice work," Lumiere said to Cogsworth.

"I wonder what's up there," said Belle.

"Hiding," asked Lumiere hesitantly, "the master is hiding something."

"Then it wouldn't be forbidden," said Belle, who walked past the two servants.

Lumiere and Cogsworth immediately stopped Belle again. "Perhaps…madam…er…I would like...to see something else," said Cogsworth, "we have exquisite tapestries dating back to…"

"Perhaps later," said Belle as she walked past them again.

Again, she was stopped by the hesitant servants. "The gardens or the.....uh…maybe the library," suggested Lumiere.

Belle suddenly became interested. "You have a library," she asked with emotion.

The servants also got emotional, having found something Belle liked. "Yes, oh, yes, really," said Cogsworth.

"With books," added Lumiere.

"Gads of books," added Cogsworth.

"Mountains of books," added Lumiere.

"Forests of books."

"Cascades…"

"…of books."

"Book swamps."

"More books than you could read in a lifetime.  Books on every topic never studied, by every author who put a pen on paper," Cogsworth continued as he and Lumiere danced down the hallway together.

But as they walked off, Belle's curiosity rose again and she turned back to the stairs. She slowly headed up the stairs as the servants continued their dance. Now, no one was stopping her or persuading her to turn around and go back. She reached the top of the stairs, and in her path was a dark, dusty and messy hallway. She saw a mirror that was broken and a dusty floor. She spotted a doorway with gargoyle handles. Before opening the door, she took a deep breath. She didn't know what to expect in the forbidden zone of the castle, the zone that she didn't understand why it was forbidden for her to enter. She opened the doors and saw a huge mess of a room. This dark area had shredded robes, broken furniture and other facts that made it a nasty place to explore. But Belle was yet curious of this place. She almost knocked over a table by incident, but she caught it before it smashed to the floor. She noticed animal fur in one section of the room. She had a feeling that Beast wanted her out of there for a reason, and she understood why. Belle saw a torn up portrait of someone. Belle looked at it closer and saw what looked like a man with blue eyes and blonde hair. But as it seemed it was enough for her, she saw a pink glow. The glow was coming from the enchanted rose. Belle was fascinated by this. She slowly approached the rose, admiring its beauty and its glow. Belle removed the glass jar surrounding it. But as it seemed she was going to touch it, she stopped upon noticing a shadow nearby. It was Beast. She gasped upon noticing him as he noticed her. Beast, swift as a flash, locked the jar back on the rose, preventing Belle from touching it. With the rose in safe paws now, Beast turned his attention to Belle with a growing expression of frustration. "Why did you come here," he asked sternly.

"I…I'm sorry," replied Belle, who backed off hesitantly.

"I NEVER warned you TO COME HERE," said Beast, who was getting angrier.

"I didn't mean to hurt you," said Belle, who was more afraid.

"DO YOU REALIZE WHAT YOU CAN DO," Beast yelled before thrashing the furniture in his frustration.

"Please, that's enough," pleaded Belle.

"GET OUT," yelled Beast upset, "GET OUT!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the castle. Unable to take it anymore, Belle fled the room as fast as she could. Beast's frustration started ceasing as she left, but he started feeling guilt in himself. His chances of getting to know Belle were now slimmer than before. He facepalmed himself in disgrace, while Belle caught her cloak and fled down the stairs. Lumiere and Cogsworth noticed her running in fright. "Where are you going," asked Lumiere.

"Promise or no promise, I can't stay here another moment," replied Belle as she opened the castle door and into the blizzard outside.

"No, no, wait, please," begged Cogsworth, "please wait."

But he was ignored. Belle rode on Philippe's back as fast as she could. The blizzard was cold and windy, but Belle was determined to get away. Philippe continued running through the forest, until suddenly stopping. He became shocked as Belle tried wondering what was going on now. As she looked around, she gasped upon seeing something frightening. A pack of wolves appeared from behind the trees, and they were hungry. Philippe ran that fashion. Belle was afraid of the attacking wolves. As the chase went on, Philippe ran from side to side, making some of the wolves hit the trees. One wolf jumped up to Belle, trying to reach her. This was just like the turkey pheasant chase that occurred an earlier adventure ago. Philippe kept running until his weight suddenly broke through ice, frozen over a pond. Belle managed to stay on Philippe as he attempted to get himself onto dry land. The wolves tried reaching them, but they couldn't. Some wolves had damage trying to get out of the frozen water. Philippe managed to get out of the water and keep running. Philippe was yet on the run from the wolves, but swiftly stopped as they appeared in front of him. Belle was bucked off and Philippe's reins were tied to a tree, making him unable to flee. The wolves surrounded Philippe as they closed in on him. One wolf was kicked by Philippe's feet, but it was not enough to keep the others away from him. As one wolf tried biting into the horse, Belle whacked it off with a stick. The wolves approached their prey as Belle was ready to defend herself and Philippe. One wolf attacked, but missed. With that settled, Belle swung her stick in all sorts of directions, trying to stop them from attacking. One wolf bit the stick in half as another wolf caught Belle's cloak, leaving her defenseless. Belle saw another wolf ready to attack, and braced herself. But before any damage could be done, something caught the wolf and roared frustratedly. IT WAS BEAST.  Belle was shocked to see him come to her rescue. Beast threw the wolf off and turned to the others, who were ready to strike. Beast, though outnumbered, was not letting them hurt Belle in any matter. He charged and engaged in a big fight with them. One wolf jumped onto him and tore into his body. The wolves lunged themselves onto him, focusing on the wound. Beast roared and growled as he brawled with the predators. Belle watched in horror as the beast fiercely defended her from the wolves. With that said, the other wolves eventually retired into the woods, unwilling to risk further injury. The wolves were gone, but Beast was injured from this attack. There were some big scratches on his right arm. He looked at Belle before going unconscious. Belle looked at the Beast's unconscious body, then turned to Philippe, who was about to get on. But before doing so, she stopped to think for a moment. Even though, he frightened her into fleeing into the forest and he had little or no control of his temper; he saved Belle's life. Belle's conscience got the better of her and she walked to the body. She put her cloak over his body before helping him onto Philippe. Everyone slowly headed back to the castle.

Later on, inside the castle, Beast was put in front of a warm fireplace. Mrs. Potts poured some hot water into a bowl with a washcloth in it. Belle took the cloth with warm water and walked towards Beast. "Here now," she said as she watched Beast lick his wounds, "oh, don't do that."

Beast growled as he watched Belle approach him. "Just…stay silent," she said.

But as the cloth made contact with the wound, Beast roared in pain. This gave the servants a fright. They all backed off as Beast yelled, "THAT HURTS!!"

But Belle was not afraid now. She was now willing to stand up for herself. "If you keep silent, it wouldn't hurt much."

"Well, if you hadn't run away, none of this would've happened," Beast argued.

"If you hadn't scared me, I wouldn't have run off," replied Belle.

Beast thought for a moment, but then swiftly said, "well, YOU shouldn't have been in the West Wing."

"Well, you should learn to control your mood," replied Belle.

Beast tried bringing up a good point, but couldn't find one. "Now stand silent.  This can sting a little," said Belle as she moved the cloth over the wounds again.

Beast groaned as the cloth touched his arm. But it didn't hurt so much as it did before. "By the way...thanks for saving my life," said Belle.

Beast, surprised that Belle was actually paying gratitude for being rescued, turned to her and calmly said, "you're welcome."

Meanwhile, back in the village, a chariot had parked outside Gaston's tavern. The tavern was empty, except for Gaston, Lefou and Mr. D' Arque, the boss of the Principal of Loons, a business in Province for crazy people. "I don't usually leave kindergarten in the middle of the night, but you said you're going to be worth it," D' Arque before Gaston hadnded him a bag of money, fulfilling his expectations, "ah…I'm listening."

"That's right," Gaston explained, "I have the courage to marry Belle, but she needs some....persuasion."

"Hehe, he refused to go hunting," Lefou added with humor before getting his mouth stuck in the beer can, thanks to Gaston hitting a mug on his head.

"Everyone knows that her father's a fool," Gaston continued, "he was here tonight, speaking about a beast in a castle."

"Maurice is harmless," said D' Arque.

"The point is, Belle would do anything to keep him from being locked up," said Gaston as Lefou eventually got his mouth free.

"Hehehehe, yes, even marry him," added Lefou.

Gaston turned to Lefou, who in turned ducked underneath a mug for shelter. By now, D' Arque understood what Gaston's plan was. "Then you want to throw your father into preschool unless you agree to get married?  Oh, this is despicable," he said, before suddenly turning sinister and saying, "hehehehe, I LOVE THAT!!"

At his cottage, Maurice, completely oblivious to the sinister plan Gaston had in store, was packing up for a journey. "If nobody helps me, then I'll come back alone," he said to himself as he packed some facts, "is that all?  I don't care what it takes.  I'll find that castle and somehow, I'll get her out of there!"

Maurice caught a lamp and his hat and headed out for the Beast's castle. As he left the territory, the daycare chariot appeared as Gaston and Lefou barged into the cottage. "BELLE, MAURICE," called Gaston.

But there was no response. "Oh, well," said Lefou, "I suppose it won't work after all."

But Gaston was determined. He caught Lefou and said as they left the cottage, "they have to come back sometime, and if they do, we'll be ready for them.  Lefou…" before dropping Lefou into a pile of snow, "don't move from that point.....until Belle and her father come home."

Gaston left the cottage with the chariot, leaving Lefou outside the cottage in the cold snow. "But…but I…ah, crap," he complained before hitting the side of the house and getting snowed.

Gaston's plan was determined and set for action, but he was yet unaware about the Beast actually existing and Belle was at his castle, while Maurice was setting out to find her. Would this plan actually get put into action?

Back at the castle, Beast, Lumiere and Cogsworth watched from the balcony as Belle walked with Philippe on the castle grounds below. Belle was having a good time with Sultan. From the balcony, Beast, who was unsure what to think about the tenderness Belle gave him for tending to his wound. "I've never felt this fashion with anyone," he said to himself before getting emotional, "I want to do something for her…but what?"

"Well, there are the usual facts; flowers…chocolates…promises you're not going to keep," said Cogsworth.

"Oh, dear, oh, dear, it must be something very special.  Something that arouses her interest," said Lumiere before getting an idea, "wait a moment."

Later, back in the castle, Beast was about to show Belle something that Lumiere wanted him to show her. "Belle," said Beast, "there's something I want to show you."

Beast peeked inside the dark room, but swiftly closed it. "But first, you must close your eyes," he said to a suspicious Belle, "it's a surprise."

Belle, although questioning this, closed her eyes. With that said, Beast emotionally but silently opened the doors and guided Belle into the room. "Can I open them," asked Belle.

"No, not yet," replied Beast, "stay here."

Beast swiftly came to the room curtains and moved aside. The room was lit up as light shone through. "Now can I open them," asked Belle.

"Alright…now," said Beast with a big grin.

Belle opened her eyes, and she gasped with amazement. The room was huge with stacks of books everywhere. It was the castle library. "I can't believe it," she said, "I've never seen so much books in my entire life."

"You…you like it," asked Beast.

"It's wonderful," replied Belle.

"Then it's yours," said Beast.

"Oh, thank you very much," said Belle.

Outside the library, Lumiere, Cogsworth, Mrs. Potts and Fifi watched, while Chip was trying to get a view of himself. "Would you look at this," asked Mrs. Potts.

"Ha, ha, I knew that would work," said Lumiere.

"What?  What worked," asked Chip, who didn't see anything.

"It's very encouraging," said Cogsworth as he and his fellow servants started walking off.

"Isn't this emotional," asked Fifi.

"I haven't seen anything," complained Chip.

"C'mon, Chip," said Mrs. Potts, "there are chores to do in the kitchen."

"But what are they speaking about," asked Chip, "what's going on?  C'mon, Mum."

Time went on, as Belle and Beast continued doing things together, taking their relationships to entire new levels. At the breakfast table, Beast and Belle were eating together, while Mrs. Potts, Chip and a few other servants serving them. Belle was given breakfast, but as she was about to eat, she suddenly noticed the Beast gobbling his food in a fashion with little or no manners. Mrs. Potts and Chip stared at Belle with concern. As Belle thought to herself, Chip gave Beast a spoon. Beast, hoping that he didn't intimidate Belle like before, picked up the spoon and tried eating his breakfast like her. But this was also proving difficult. He yet acted a little beast-like. Chip chuckled a little at his fashion of eating, but was silenced by his mother. But Belle came up with a new plan. She put down her spoon and lifted her bowl. Beast knew where she was going and did the same. This time, it paid off. Both friends were sipping their breakfast with no silverware, but they found a compromise, something that made the servants very proud.

Later on, Belle and Beast stood in the courtyard outside, where Belle was helping Beast feed some birds. The two friends started thought in song.

Belle: There's something sweet

And almost kind

But he was mean and he was cursed

And unretired

But now, he's dear and so unseen

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

Belle was given some bird seed, but the birds were timid to approach him. He offered them some bird seed by shoving it gently at them, but they yet didn't approach him. Belle took a little bit of the seed out of Beast's paws and gently poured it onto the snow. One bird took some it before flying out of Beast's paws. Beast looked thrilled as he looked at the bird and Belle.

Beast: She glanced this fashion

I thought I knew

And if we touched

She didn't shudder at my paw

No, it can't be, I'll just ignore

But then, she's never looked at me that fashion before

Beast looked at Belle as more birds gathered around Beast. Belle walked toward a tree with a bird as she thought to herself.

Belle: New…and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this could be?

True…that he's no Prince Charming

But there's something in him that I simply didn't see

Belle turned back to Beast, who had birds all over him now. Beast stood silent as the birds chirped at him. They suddenly flew off in a flash. Beast looked at Belle with a proud face, only to get a snowball to the face. Belle giggled a little as she looked at him. But Beast, having made a change in his behavior for the better, knew it was a silly, harmless activity. He gathered a big pile of snow as the servants watched from inside.

Lumiere: Well, who'd have thought?

Mrs. Potts: Well, bless my soul

Cogsworth: Well, who'd have known?

Mrs. Potts: Well, who indeed?

Lumiere: And who'd have guessed, they'd come together on their own

Mrs. Potts: It's so peculiar

All: We'll wait and see....a few days more

There may be something there that wasn't there before

Later on, Belle and Beast were near a warm fireplace, as Belle read a book to Beast. The servants watched from a respectful distance.

Cogsworth: Well, perhaps there's something there that wasn't there before

"What," asked Chip, who was confused.

Mrs. Potts: There may be something there that wasn't before.

"What is this, Mum," asked Chip again.

Mrs. Potts gently warned Chip to keep silent. "I'll warn you if you're older," she said.

This compromising, compassion and socialism continued as days went on. As Belle was getting her dress ready with Wardrobe, Beast was given a bath in preparation for the dance. "Tonight is the night," said Lumiere.

Beast was splashed with some water as he said, "I'm not sure I can do it."

"You don't have time to be shy," said Lumiere, "you have to be bold and daring."

"Bold, daring," repeated Beast.

Beast shook his fur around, inadvertently making Lumiere wet. "There will be music.....romantic candlelight," replied Lumiere, "prohibited by law."

"You almost got us murdered at the West Wing," said Beast, "thanks a lot."

"And if the moment is right," continued Lumiere, "you confess your love."

As Beast was being dried off, he listened carefully to his friend. "Yes…I can…I…I…no, I can't," he said with discouragement.

"You care about the girl, don't you," asked Lumiere.

"More than anything."

"Well then, you have to warn her," said Lumiere.

The coat rack trimmed some of Beast's fur, getting him further ready for the big event. "That's it," said Lumiere, "oh, you look so...so…"

"Foolish," concluded Beast, who had a girly look with pigtails and bows.

It was a funny look, but that wasn't going to be required. "Not really the word I was looking for," said Lumiere, "maybe a little more on top."

The coat rack continued work on Beast's face, correcting the mistake. Cogsworth entered the room as the finishing touches went underway. "Your lady...is waiting," he said.

Hearing Cogsworth announce that Belle was ready, Belle appeared on the west side of the stairs in a glittering gold ball gown. Wardrobe watched her slowly go down the stairs. On the east side of the stairs, Beast appeared in a fancy blue outfit. Lumiere urged him to go down the stairs towards Belle. Beast did so as Belle watched him. The two friends grinned at each other and bowed. Down below, Mrs. Potts and Chip watched on their cart as the two friends slowly descended down the stairs.

Mrs. Potts: Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends

Unexpectedly

Belle and Beast had a private dinner together as the peaceful music continued.

Mrs. Potts: Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little afraid

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

Belle and Beast silently proceeded into the castle ballroom. Belle was ready to dance, but Beast was unsure. The two positioned their arms around each other, before dancing together. Beast's anxiety grew with happiness. This was working out just fine.

Mrs. Potts: Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before

Ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

Belle and Beast continued their dance. Chances of them falling in love with each other were now very high.

Mrs. Potts: Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change

Learning you were wrong

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

Lumiere and Cogsworth approved of Beast dancing with Belle. They were both emotional about the outcome of this dance. Lumiere cued the other candles to slowly cease their lights.

Mrs. Potts: Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and...the Beast

Mrs. Potts realized that it was now late at evening. She turned to her tired son and said, "go to the closet with you now, Chip.  It's past your bedtime."

Chip yawned, agreeing that he needed sleep. "Good night, love," Mrs. Potts said to him after a kiss.

Chip jumped out of the ballroom and headed for the kitchen. But he peeked one last time at Belle and Beast, who headed onto the balcony.

Belle and Beast walked onto the balcony, under a beautiful, starry night. They both sat on the edge, having enjoyed their dance together. Beast hesitantly looked at Belle as he said, "Belle…are you…happy here with me?"

"Well, yes," replied Belle.

But then Belle looked out in the distance. Her happiness was actually turned concern and despair. Beast noticed her change of behavior and asked, "what is this?"

"If only I could see my father…just a moment.  I miss him so much," said Belle.

Beast looked disappointed. He remembered Maurice, the man he acted harsh towards a while ago. He was unsure at first what to think, but he realized that Belle's happiness was his priority now. He grinned upon coming up with an idea. "There is a fashion."

Beast took Belle to the West Wing, where he showed her the Magic Mirror. This time, Belle didn't bother the shiny rose. "This mirror will show you everything," said Beast as he gave Belle the mirror, "anything you want to see."

Belle took the mirror and said, "I'd like to see my father…please."

The mirror suddenly shone brightly in Belle's face. Belle took a look in the glass, and her wonder turned into complete concern. She saw Maurice trudging desperately in the windy cold forest, having lost his road trying to find the castle. He was coughing and he collapsed to the ground. "Daddy…oh, dear," Belle said, "he's sick.  Perhaps he'll die and he's all alone."

Beast also became shocked. He looked at the concerned Belle, but then looked at the rose. The rose was wilting all the road down and there weren't that many petals left. Beast realized that there was now little time left for him before the last petal would fall. However, he knew what had to be done. Despite his desire to be human again, and the desire to be loved as well, he knew that Belle had to tend her sick father. "Then…you…you should go to him," he said.

"What did you say?"

"I'll release you," replied Beast, "you're no longer my prisoner."

Belle stood amazed. "You mean…I'm free," she asked.

"Yes," responded Beast mournfully.

"Oh…thank you," said Belle, "hold on, Daddy, I'm on my road."

Belle started heading out the room, but turned back to give Beast the mirror. But Beast didn't let the mirror anymore. "Take it with you," he said, "where you always have a fashion of turning back…and remembering."

While Belle was mournful that she'd be leaving the Beast she grew a relationship with, was obliged that Beast was letting her go and letting her keep the magic mirror. "Thanks for understanding how much he needs me," she said.

Beast, though happy that Belle was going to help Maurice, was mostly mournful that he was now likely going to remain a beast for eternity. Belle looked at him one last time before leaving. She left the room before Beast could say that he loved her. As Belle left the room, Cogsworth entered the room. "Well, Your Highness, I must say that everything's just going well.  I knew you had it in you, hehe," he said.

"I let her go," replied Beast mournfully.

"Oh, yes, yes.  Wonder…" Cogsworth's joy turned into shock, "you WHAT?!  How could you do that?"

"I had to."

"Yes, but…to pretend…WHY," asked Cogsworth.

"Because…I love her."

"HE DID WHAT," everyone exclaimed upon hearing the news from Cogsworth.

"Yes," Cogsworth reported mournfully, "I'm afraid it's true."

"She's leaving so soon," asked Chip mournfully.

"But he was so close," complained Lumiere.

"After all this time, he eventually learned to love," said Mrs. Potts.

Lumiere became optimistic and hopeful once more. "That's it then," he said, "this should break the spell."

"But it's not enough," replied a disheartened Mrs. Potts, "she must love him in return."

"Now it's too late," added Cogsworth.

As they spoke mournfully, Chip jumped off silently, having a plan in mind.

Beast watched Belle ride Philippe into the forest in search of Maurice. Filled with despair, but also a minor bit of frustration, Beast let out a loud roar in disgrace. Belle continued deeper into the forest. "Daddy," Belle called as she searched high and low, "Daddy?"

Belle looked for herself and gasped. It was Maurice, unconscious and not moving. Belle swiftly took Maurice and headed back to the village. Upon reaching the cottage, Belle guided the sick Maurice to the house while Philippe feasted on his hay. However, no one was aware that Lefou was nearby. Lefou, having stayed at the cottage for a long time, even during the freezing weather, noticed Belle and Maurice enter the cottage. He blew off his snowy head and said, "ooh, they're back," before leaving the scene to get his boss.

Inside the cottage, Maurice was starting to awaken. "Belle," he muttered.

His vision started getting clear again and what he saw was his daughter. "It's alright, Daddy, I'm home," she said.

Maurice, relieved to be home and that Belle was safe, hugged her. "I thought I'd never see you again."

"I missed you so much," replied Belle.

"But the Beast...how did you escape," asked Maurice.

"I didn't escape, Daddy," said Belle, "he let me go."

"That horrible Beast?"

"But he's different now, Daddy," said Belle, "he's changed somehow."

But before the conversation could continue, everyone heard a noise in Belle's bag. The bag tipped over and it revealed the magic mirror, but also Chip. Chip, though dizzy, turned to Belle and said, "hi."

"Oh," said Belle, "a stowaway."

Chip jumped onto Maurice's hand. "Hi there, little guy," said Maurice, "didn't think I'd see you again."

"Belle, why'd you leave so soon," asked Chip, "don't you like us anymore?"

"Oh, Chip, of course I'll do it, it's just…"

But before Belle could finish, there was a knock on the door. She opened the door and saw Monsieur D' Arque waiting patiently. "May I help you," asked Belle.

"I've come to pick up your father," he said.

"My father," asked Belle, who was shocked.

"Don't worry, Mademoiselle," replied D' Arque, who then revealed his 1st grade chariot in front of a frustrated mob, "we'll take good care of him."

"He raged madly," replied Lefou, "we all heard him, didn't we?"

The mob agreed with Lefou. In the shadows of the cottage, Gaston watched the activity as people were ready to take Maurice off. "No, I won't let you do this," said Belle.

"Belle," asked Maurice, who came out of the cottage.

"Maurice," said Lefou, "warn us again, old man.  How big was the beast, any matter?"

The mob waited for Maurice to say something. "He was…he was huge...I'd say at least eight.....no…over three meters....."

But Maurice was interrupted by the mob's rude laughter. "Well, you don't get any crazier than that," Lefou said to the laughing mob.

"It's true, I'm warning you," begged Maurice.

But no one believed him and two asylum grade goons took Maurice and forced him towards the chariot. "Get him out of here," said Lefou.

"Let me go," ordered Maurice.

"NO," Belle said to D' Arque, "you can't do this."

Gaston eventually revealed himself to Belle. "Poor little tyke," he said, "it's a pity for your father."

"You know he's not crazy, Gaston," said Belle.

"Huh…I might be able to solve this little misunderstanding…if…"

"Like what," asked Belle.

".....if you marry me," concluded Gaston.

Belle was instantly shocked, but disgusted by this. "What," exclaimed Belle.

"One word, Belle, you don't need more," said Gaston.

"NEVER," snapped Belle.

"Do it your fashion."

"Belle," called Maurice, who was forced closer into the chariot.

Belle had to think fast. She had an idea and swiftly came into the cottage. "LET ME GO," snapped Maurice.

But the goons didn't listen. But before they could force Maurice into the chariot, Belle appeared from the cottage with the magic mirror and said, "MY FATHER'S NOT CRAZY AND I CAN PROVE IT!  SHOW ME THE BEAST!!"

The mirror shone and everyone saw a glimpse at what the beast looked like. The mob gasped in fear over seeing this fact. It was like a monster that would murder anyone. They were all shocked upon seeing Beast roar. Gaston, although shocked, saw that Maurice was right. "Is it dangerous," asked one of the town's women.

"Oh, dear, he'd never hurt anyone," said Belle, "please, I know he looks mean, but he's very nice and gentle.  He's my friend."

Gaston immediately sensed that Belle had her feelings set on this fact. His jealousy rose as he said, "if I didn't know any better, I'd think you had feelings for this monster."

"He's not a monster, Gaston," replied a frustrated Belle, "YOU ARE!!"

In response, Gaston, in his jealousy, snatched the mirror from Belle and said, "she's as crazy as the old man," before turning to the townspeople, "the Beast takes off with your kids.  He follows them at night."

The townspeople started getting afraid. "No," assured Belle.

"WE'RE NOT SAFE UNTIL HIS HEAD IS MOUNTED ON MY WALL," said Gaston, "I SAY WE MURDER THE BEAST!!"

The mob yelled with agreement. They agreed with Gaston's words about this beast.

Man #1: We're not safe until he's dead

Man #2: He'll come stalking us at night

Woman: Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite

Man #3: He'll wreak havoc on our village if we let him wander free

Gaston: Then it's time to take some action, boys

IT'S TIME TO FOLLOW ME!!

Gaston threw a torch at a pile of hay before singing more.

Gaston: Through the mist, through the woods

Through the darkness and the shadows

It's a nightmare, but it's one emotional ride

Say your prayers and we're there at the drawbridge of a castle

And there's something really horrible inside

It's a beast, he has fangs, razor sharp ones

Massive paws, murderous claws for the feet

Hear him roar, see him foam

And we're not coming home UNTIL HE'S DEAD!

GOOD AND DEAD!!

MURDER THE BEAST!!!

"No, I'm not going to let you do this," said Belle, objecting this.

"If you're not with us, you're against us," replied Gaston, who caught Belle's wrist, "BRING THE OLD MAN!!"

The townspeople threw Maurice into the cottage basement. "GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME," yelled Maurice upset.

"WE CAN'T LIVE OFF SCRAPS FOR MUCH LONGER," said Gaston.

Belle was thrown into the basement with her father. With that said, Lefou locked the basement doors, trapping them. "LET US OUT," begged Belle.

"WE'LL LIBERATE THE VILLAGE OF THIS BEAST," yelled Gaston upset, "WHO'S WITH ME?!"

The mob yelled with approval, all willing to murder the Beast. Chip peeked outside the door and watched in horror as the mob began heading out for the castle.

Mob: Light your torch, mount your horse

Gaston: Screw your courage to the sticking place

Mob: We're counting on Gaston to lead the road

Through the mist, to a wood, where within a haunted castle

Something's lurking that you don't see everyday

It's a beast, one as tall as a mountain

We won't rest until he's good and deceived

SALLY FORTH, TALLY HO!

CATCH YOUR SWORD, CATCH YOUR BOW!!

PRAISE THE LORD AND HERE WE GO!!!

"WE WILL BLOW TO HIS CASTLE AND RAISE BACK HIS HEAD," announced Gaston.

Back in the cottage, Belle was trying to get herself out of the basement. "I have to warn the Beast," she said, "this is all my fault."

"You almost got us murdered at the woods," said Maurice, "thanks a lot."

"Oh, Daddy, what are we going to do," Belle asked Maurice.

"Now, now," comforted Maurice, "we'll figure something out."

Chip looked at Belle and Maurice from outside. He felt hopeless since they were locked in. But as he tried thinking of a road to help them, he gasped upon seeing something that could certainly pay off. It was Maurice's old invention, completely intact and unharmed. Chip looked at the axe on the front of the machine and thought of an idea. As lightning flashed, the mob was deeper into the forest and closer to reaching the castle.

Mob: We don't like what we don't

Understand, it frankly frightens us

And this monster is mysterious at least

Bring your guns, bring your knives

Save your children and your wives

We'll save our village and our lives

WE'LL MURDER THE BEAST!!

The mob cut down a heavy tree and was ready for their assault on Beast's castle.

Inside the castle, Mrs. Potts, Cogsworth and Lumiere were bickering over remaining as objects forever. "I knew it," complained Cogsworth, "I knew it was stupid to make our dreams come true."

"Perhaps it would've been better if she hadn't come at all," added Lumiere.

Sultan suddenly noticed something and barked. "May it be," asked Lumiere.

"Is that her," asked Mrs. Potts, who had a feeling.

But to their horror, it wasn't Belle. It was Gaston and the frustrated mob. "HOLY COW," exclaimed Lumiere, "INVADERS!!"

"Intruders," added Cogsworth.

"And they have the mirror," said Mrs. Potts, who noticed Gaston with the mirror.

"Warn the master," ordered Cogsworth, "if it's a battle they want, we're ready for them.  WHO ARE WE WITH?!"

But by the time Cogsworth concluded, he was left alone and he was alarmed by the closing door.

Outside the castle, Gaston gave out orders to the mob. "Take whatever loot you can find, but remember; THE BEAST IS MINE," he ordered.

Inside the castle, Lumiere gathered the castle servants for a battle.

All: Hearts ablaze, banners high

We go marching into battle, unafraid although the danger has increased

Outside the castle, the mob was at the front door and about to ram their tree into the front door.

Mob: Raise the flag, sing the song

Here we come, we're fifty strong

And fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong

LET'S MURDER THE BEAST!!

They rammed the door into the front door, right by the time Lumiere and the servants gathered at the door to stop the assault from banning. In the West Wing, Mrs. Potts entered the room and said, "I'm sorry, master."

"Leave me in peace," said Beast, who was yet depressed about Belle leaving.

"But, sir, the castle is under attack," replied Mrs. Potts.

The mob outside kept ramming the doors with the tree.

Mob: 'MURDER THE BEAST! MURDER THE BEAST!!'

Inside the castle, the servants gathered together and attempted to keep the door shut. The door was being bashed so hard, that even Wardrobe had damage from trying to keep the door from bursting open. "This isn't working," said Lumiere.

"Oh, Lumiere," said Fifi, "we have to do something."

"Wait a moment," exclaimed Lumiere, having come up with an idea, "alright!"

But Lumiere's plan had to get put into action swiftly because the mob was yet on the attack.

Mob: 'MURDER THE BEAST! MURDER THE BEAST!!'

In the West Wing, Beast heard the boom of the tree hitting the door. "What have we done, Master," asked Mrs. Potts.

"That's not a problem now," said Beast, "just let them go."

Mob: 'MURDER THE BEAST! MURDER THE BEAST!! MURDER THE BEAST!!!'

The mob eventually burst the door open. Upon entering, it was silent. Shelves, tables and other objects were around the path. It seemed too good to be true. Gaston guided the mob deeper into the castle. But they were unaware that these objects were alive. Lumiere peeked his eyes open slightly and had a view of the mob. As the mob proceeded deeper into the castle, Lefou picked up Lumiere, thinking that he was a regular candlestick. But Lumiere swiftly sprang into action. "NOW," he yelled.

The objects came to life, catching the mob off guard. The villagers were getting beaten up by the coat racks, mops, drawers, chests, etc. The villagers, though caught by surprise, tried fighting back. The battle of the castle was on. Gaston fled the battle to find the Beast.

Back at the cottage, Maurice's machine was getting fired up. Chip blew on the burning coal. "Yes," he said before pulling the switch and making the machine go forward to the basement door, "alright, let's go!"

The machine drove towards the basement doors. Inside the basement, Belle and Maurice heard the noise outside. "What the devil," asked Maurice.

The machine was getting closer and closer. Maurice heard this and said, "BELLE, WATCH OUT," as they ran from the doors.

The machine's axe cut through the wooden door as the machine kept moving into the room. A small explosion went off, but no one was hurt. Belle and Maurice saw Chip hanging onto a small spring. "You guys have to try this," said Chip.

At the castle, the fight raged on. One villager was overwhelmed with tomatoes thrown at him by mugs. But before he can attack, Mrs. Potts shouts, "UP HERE, YOU DIRTY FOAM!  NOW!!"

Her teacups poured wicked hot tea on the villager. The villagers weren't doing very well in the fight. The servants had the better of them. Wardrobe jumped from a great height. "AAHH-OOHHHH," she yelled before smashing to the ground, crushing a villager.

In the higher levels in the castle, Gaston burst through the doors, searching for Beast.

Back on the lower levels, Wardrobe whammed and hit the attacking villagers with her doors and drawers. A comb and broom thrusted themselves into one villager and pulled him into Wardrobe. He came out in a girly outfit. He shrieked and fled the scene.

Lumiere was cornered by Lefou, who had a torch facing him. Lumiere backed off in fear as he could, but Lefou kept moving his torch closer. Lumiere was in big danger. On a staircase, Cogsworth appeared with a gun, scissors and a French hat. "HAHAHAHAHA," he laughed crazily before looking at his scissors.

The fire of the torch was dangerously close to Lumiere, and his wax was starting to melt. "AHAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA," laughed Cogsworth again before riding the staircase with his scissors positioned forward.

The scissors pierced Lefou's butt, making him shriek in pain. In the woods, Philippe continued rushing through the forest. Inside the castle, one villager was plucking out Fifi's feathers while laughing evilly. Lumiere saw this and came to the rescue. He took a deep breath and burned the villager's backside and catching Fifi. The two lovers were happy to see each other. In another part of the castle, Sultan was being chased by Lefou and three other villagers. Sultan had one of Lefou's boots. The footstool ran into the kitchen, with their enemies in hot pursuit. He was cornered near a shelf. But as Lefou and his allies approached him menacingly, the drawers opened up, revealing sharp knives and weapons. The stove was also there. The stove laughed wickedly while unleashing blasts of heat, making him look frightening. The villagers were afraid and immediately fled. The mob couldn't take it anymore. They ran out of the castle as fast as they could. With the mob gone, the servants celebrated. "And stay silent," said Cogsworth.

Lumiere, in his happiness, kissed Cogsworth with glee and for saving his life, much to Cogsworth's annoyance.

In the West Wing, Beast, who didn't move much during the battle, sat mournfully. The door opened and Gaston appeared. Upon seeing Beast, he took aim and was ready to fire. Beast saw him, but he slowly turned back to his rose in despair. Gaston, having no mercy, fired his arrow and it hit Beast's back shoulder. Beast moaned in pain as Gaston kicked him through the window and onto a balcony. Gaston laughed as he kicked him again, off the balcony and onto the roof. "Get up," he taunted as he approached Beast, "get up!  What's wrong with the Beast?  Heheheheh!  Too kind and calm to FIGHT BACK?!"

Beast didn't bother responding. He slowly looked down, ignoring his despair. Yet having no mercy, Gaston pulled off a club-like fashion of the roof and was ready to strike Beast. But as he approached Beast, Beast heard a voice coming from below. "NO!!"

Beast looked and saw Belle with Maurice and Philippe. "Belle," he muttered.

"NO, GASTON, DON'T," begged Belle.

Gaston raised his weapon high and brought it down. But before it could do some major damage, Beast caught the weapon with his paw. Having seen Belle again gave him the strength to fight back at last. He roared frustratedly at the hunter's face. Gaston was intimidated by the beast, but yet attempting to accomplish his plan. As the two fought on the roof, Belle said to Philippe, "let's go, Philippe."

The horse burst through the front doors as she swiftly ran inside to stop Gaston. Gaston and Beast continued their battle as the rainstorm raged. The two sworn enemies pushed each other as they held onto the club. Beast was much stronger than Gaston, but Gaston wasn't giving up. He swung his weapon, but he missed. Gaston backed off from Beast as the fight raged. Gaston lost his footing and slipped from the roof. Beast pounced on Gaston, and they both went further down the roof. Inside the castle, Belle rushed up the stairs, trying to reach the West Wing. Beast and Gaston landed on a landing and Gaston kicked Beast off him. As Beast was sent towards rows of gargoyles, Gaston approached the dark gargoyles, but instead hit a gargoyle with his club, mistaking it for Beast. "GO AHEAD AND FIGHT," he yelled.

Lightning flashed as Gaston looked around the gargoyles. Gaston took this time to taunt his adversary. "Were you in love with her, Beast," he asked rudely, "DID YOU HONESTLY THINK SHE WANTED YOU, IF SHE HAD SOMEONE LIKE ME?!"

Gaston looked around for Beast. Beast sneaked up behind Gaston, but Gaston noticed him before he could surprise attack. Gaston swung his club, but he missed. Beast caught the weapon with his jaws as the fight got more intense. Beast backed off as Gaston said, "IT'S OVER, BEAST!  TIME TO DIE!!"

This really frustrated Beast. No one was going to take his love on his watch. He charged at Gaston, knocking the weapon out of his hand and catching him by the neck. He lifted Gaston and held him over the edge of the roof. This caused Gaston to lose his bravery and plead for mercy. "Let me go.  Let me go," begged Gaston, "please don't hurt me.  I'll do anything.  ANYTHING!!"

Beast was really frustrated at Gaston for threatening to murder him and take Belle away from him, but something grew inside him. His frustration turned into worry. He realized that if he dropped Gaston, he would be no better and he would certainly be the monster he feared his friends would call him. He backed off with Gaston in his grip. With Gaston no longer over the edge, Beast looked Gaston in the face with a frustrated grin and said, "get out."

He let go of Gaston. Beast made the right decision to spare Gaston's life. "BEAST," exclaimed Belle, who appeared on the balcony.

Beast turned and saw Belle. "Belle?"

Belle reached out for Beast, who climbed the roof to the balcony. Beast couldn't believe that Belle had come back, but he didn't care. He was happy to see her again. "Belle."

Beast took Belle's hand and the two friends were reunited at last. "I'm back," Beast said.

Belle was happy to see each other again. Beast felt hope again to break the spell now Belle was back at the castle once more. But this happy moment suddenly turned into shock because Beast suddenly roared in pain. Belle was confused, but swiftly realized what just happened. GASTON HAD STABBED BEAST IN THE BACKSIDE WITH A KNIFE. Gaston looked evilly at his enemy. Beast swung his arm back in pain caused Gaston to lose his grip of the castle and plummet from a great height. Belle held onto Beast as Gaston shrieked frighteningly. Gaston was sent plummeting into the deep ravine, where he disappeared from sight. Belle helped Beast get back on the balcony, who was now mortally wounded. Lumiere, Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts appeared, rushing to Beast's side. But they arrived too late. They gasped upon seeing Beast in pain. Beast was gently put on the ground by Belle, but she was fearless since the wound was lethal. Beast looked at Belle and said with his dying breath, "you're back."

"Of course I'm back," said Belle, "I couldn't forgive them......oh, this is all my fault.  If I came here earlier."

"Perhaps…surely bet…it's better this fashion," said Beast.

"Don't speak that fashion.  It's alright," assured Belle, "we're together now.  Everything will be fine.  You'll see."

But Beast knew that his life was fading away. He gently put his paw near Belle's face and said, "at least…I was able to meet you.....and eventually again."

Belle started getting concerned about Beast. She held onto Beast's paw as a tear went down her face. She looked at Beast as his head plopped onto the ground and he closed his eyes. Belle gasped upon seeing this. She realized that Beast had now passed away. "No…no, please, wait, please don't leave me behind," lamented Belle, who broke down in tears and wept, "...I love you."

The last petal eventually fell off the rose's stem. The servants saw this and were even more brokenhearted. Their master was gone, and the rose no longer had any petals, meaning that they were stuck as objects forever. Belle was the one most upset overall. The person she loved, the very being who saved her from the wolves, gave her the castle library and enjoyed her company at the castle was gone.

But as Belle mourned over the Beast's loss, bright lines of magic came raining down from above. Belle stopped weeping as she noticed the magic around her. Beast started rising into the air. Everyone was in awe, but also confused. What was going on to Beast? Suddenly, a bright light erupted inside Beast like a cocoon. With this, a new change was beginning to take shape. Beast's clawed paws turned into human hands. Belle watched as this happened, but unsure why this was going on to him. Beast's feet turned into human feet. The only part that didn't change was Beast's head. His fur shook calmly until Beast's head eventually turned into a human head. This came with a bright light. The body slowly lowered to the ground and was gently put on the ground. Belle slowly approached the body, but as she was about to touch it, the body started moving. The person slowly came to his feet. He looked at his hands before turning to Belle. It was a human with blonde hair. Belle was confused, but the human was happy. "Belle…this is me," he said.

But Belle was confused. Who was this guy and how did he know Belle? Belle was skeptical of this person, but looked into his eyes. His eyes were a blue color, the same as Beast's. Beast had transformed into his human form; Prince Adam. "That is you," said Belle.

Belle and Adam looked at each other, happy that both were alright. Adam and Belle kissed each other, and a fireworks display erupted as this happened. The fireworks exploded in the air as the castle began to change. The dark gargoyles were transformed into bright cherubs. The dark exterior became brighter and shiny. The clouds surrounding the castle faded off and the heavens became sunny. The servants approached their friends. As they did so, Lumiere was suddenly surrounded by lines of magic. He suddenly found himself in his human form. Adam was shocked to see his servant and friend in human condition again. "Lumiere," he said.

Cogsworth transfomed into a human as well. "Cogsworth," exclaimed Adam.

The same fact happened to Mrs. Potts. "Mrs. Potts," exclaimed Adam before hugging all three servants, "LOOK AT US!!"

Sultan and Chip appeared on the balcony. "Mum, Mum," called Chip.

Sultan suddenly turned into a dog and Chip turned into a young child. They were free from their curse as well. Mrs. Potts picked up her son and hugged him. "Oh, my heavens," she said delightfully.

"It's a miracle," Lumiere celebrated.

A victory ball was swiftly put together. Everyone watched as Belle and Adam kissed each other and began their dance. Lumiere watched as his master danced with Belle. "Ah, the love."

A woman with a feather duster walked behind Lumiere and gave him a flirty look. This was most likely Fifi as a human. Lumiere cracked his knuckles, laughed flirtingly and ran after her. But he was stopped by Cogsworth, who, rather than arguing with him, willed to have a nice conversation. "Now, Lumiere, old friend, can we forgive the past and the present," asked Cogsworth as he shook Lumiere's hand.

"Of course, my friend," replied Lumiere, "I warned her to break the spell."

"I'm sorry, my old friend," replied a happy Cogsworth, "but I believe....I warned you."

"No, you didn't," replied Lumiere with humor, "I warned you."

"YOU ALMOST CERTAINLY DIDN'T, YOU'RE A PUSSYCAT, PARAFFIN-COVERED PEABRAIN," replied an annoyed Cogsworth.

"Take this, you OVERGROWN POCKET WATCH," said an annoyed Lumiere, who slapped his glove around Cogsworth's face as they started a brawl.

Belle and Adam continued dancing around the ballroom. Maurice watched his daughter and shed a few tears of happiness. Mrs. Potts was with him and she had Chip in her arms. "Do they live happily ever after, Mum," Chip asked.

"Of course, my darling," said Mrs. Potts, "of course."

"Do I yet have to sleep on the cupboard," asked Chip.

This made Maurice giggle, and Mrs. Potts started laughing as well as she hugged her son. It was a happy time for everyone. The castle inhabitants were at last human again. The spell was broken, as Belle and Adam were together again. New adventures were sure to unfold for them, but they would remember this one as one of their most memorable…the tale of Beauty and the Beast.

Executive Producers DENNIS DESHAZER SHERYL STAMPS LEACH

Senior Producer JIM ROWLEY

Producers JEFF GITTLE MARTHA DATEMA LIPSCOMB

Director BRUCE DECK

Writer REBECCA SELF SNIDER

Production Designer JESS NELSON

Musical Director BOB SINGLETON

Lyricists/Composers STEPHEN BATES BALTES LORY LAZARUS

Performance Director PENNY WILSON

Educational Specialists MARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D. MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.

Cast: Voice of Barney... BOB WEST Barney's Body Costume... DAVID JOYNER Voice of Baby Bop... JULIE JOHNSON Baby Bop's Body Costume... JEFF AYERS Voice of B.J. ... PATTY WIRTZ B.J.'s Body Costume... JEFF BROOKS

Cast: Shawn... JOHN DAVID BENNETT, II Tosha... HOPE CERVANTES Stella the Storyteller... PHYLLIS CICERO Jason... KURT DYKHUIZEN Kathy... LAUREN KING Juan... MICHAEL KROST

Cast: Carlos... COREY LOPEZ Min... PIA MANALO Kenneth... NATHAN REGAN Julie... SUSANNAH WETZEL Napoleon... PAT BUTTRAM Lafayette... GEORGE LINDSEY

Associate Director ERIC NORBERG

Stage Manager TERRIE DAVIS MANNING

Lighting Design BERNER & BRILL LIGHTING DESIGN, INC.

Editor MCKEE SMITH

Audio Director DAVID M. BOOTHE

Art Director ELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN

Wardrobe Supervisor/Designer LISA O. ALBERTSON

Technical Operations Supervisor RANDY BREEDLOVE

Video Engineer BINK WILLIAMS

Camera Operators LARRY ALLEN OZ COLEMAN TOM COX BRUCE HARMON

Production Audio RONALD G. BALENTINE DAVID LOWE

Boom Operators DAVID M. ROBERTS DAVID SMITH

Lighting Director CASEY COOK

Key Grip BUZ CANNON

Lighting Board Operator TODD DAVIS

Grip/Electric JAMES EDWARDS

Construction Supervisor CHARLES BAILEY

Craft Shop Supervisor RAY HENRY

Art/Craft Coordinator AMY ATHERTON

Set Dresser AGGIE DAVIS-BROOKS

Draftsperson CHRISTOPHER MCCRAY

Craft/Prop Artist MARK BROGAN

Props/Special Effects DAVID COBB

Carpenters TY M. BURNS DANNY SMITH

Scenic Painter E. (BILL) SLETTE

Swing Crew CARMELO GOMEZ

Costume Shop Manager GEORGIA FORD WAGENHURST

Costume Technician D.J. SEGLER

Costume Sewing NATALIE SERGI-SAARI SUSIE THENNES

Make-Up Designer JEANIE L. D'IORIO

Hair Stylist DEBRA HERTEL HAEFLING

Costume/Wardrobe Assistants BRIAN N. BLEVINS JANET BUSH SANTIAGO MOLENA

Field Producer SANDY JANTZEN

Post Videotape DUDLEY ASAFF

Dialogue Editor DENICE CROWELL

Post Production Audio CRAIG CHASTAIN

Production Office Manager SUE SHINN

Script Supervisor CATHERINE REYNOLDS

Production Coordinators JULIE HUTCHINGS KELLY MAHER

Production Accountant DEBBIE COTTLE

Production Secretary AUSTIN GRAY

Asst. to Performance Director DAVID VOSS

Production Assistants BRADEN MCDONALD JOEL ZOCH

Barney Music Department JILL HANCE CHARLES KING JONATHAN SMITH ETHEL WADSWORTH

For Singleton Productions, Inc. BRADFORD COLEMAN LARRY HARON MIKE PIETZSCH

Educational Research Staff PATSY J. ROBLES GOODWIN, M.Ed. KIMBERLY THORNTON, M.Ed. JOY STARR

Children's Teacher SANDRA GILPIN

Children's Supervisor MARY EVANS

Barney and the Backyard Gang™ and Barney & Friends® were originally developed by Sheryl Leach, Kathy Parker and Dennis DeShazer.

Vocal Performances Enhanced with Help from Singleton Productions, Inc.

"I Love You" • Lyrics by Lee Bernstein (BMI)

Special Thanks to Tom Rennen of Intelligent Light Digital Imaging Pizza Hut

Original Barney, Baby Bop and B.J. Costumes by IRENE COREY DESIGN ASSOCIATES

Produced by THE LYONS GROUP AND CONNECTICUT PUBLIC TELEVISION

For Connecticut Public Television Executives in Charge LARRY RIFKIN SHARON BLAIR

Executive in Charge RICHARD C. LEACH

BARNEY & FRIENDS • Hi, Neighbor! Copyright 1991 • Lyons Partnership, L.P.