Rayman Legends Adventures in Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas/Script

Christmas; an annual tradition that had been a mainstay in happiness to millions around the world, a beloved holiday where it was said to be the season to be jolly, and a time where loved ones could get together to celebrate not only the holiday, but also being together. For years, Christmas had served as a reluctant reminder of the reluctance of being together, reaffirming strong bonds, and celebrating pleasant times from times past, while looking forward to new memories bound to be made in the future. While the special holiday might serve many other meanings, the basic idea of bringing joy to others had been the thing defining quality for this holiday; a quality that had inspired many stories across the world, as well as hope for the future. Nowhere was this made more manifest than at a special location, where a group of adventuring warriors found themselves intertwined in one individual’s fight against something they could never expect...a story of hope, braving the risks, and conquering an enchantment, in a tale as old as time.

Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas

It was an early evening, and amidst the calm, gentle breeze, and the slow snowfall, a large gathering of people slowly marched their road towards a special location in celebration of Christmas. This wasn't just any location, however. Of the many places across the many realm, where fate varies depending on outcome, this location, situated around a huge forest, was the castle of Prince Adam. Known as the place where the once arrogant prince and his servants were cursed by an enchantress due to the former's lack of love and consideration towards others, this castle was once again brimming with life, for with the curse having been broken, and everyone in the castle restored to humanity, this place could once again thrive with joy. The crowds of visitors, some of whom carrying lamps, and welcoming to the holiday spirit, made their road towards the castle.

Crowds: Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa la la la la la la la la

Tis the season to be jolly

Fa la la la la la la la la

Don we now our gay apparel

Fa la la la la la la la la

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa la la la la la la la la!

Inside the castle, one of the castle inhabitants, Chip, a young boy who amongst these having become human again with the curse being broken, emotionally ran down the hallways with a magenta ribbon, while the castle dog, Sultan, followed suit, sharing in the emotion. The two eventually reached one of the castle's largest rooms, the ballroom, where most of the activity was going down. Sliding down the railing of a staircase, the enthusiastic boy got down to ground level to share in the joy with the others. Near one of the tables, Lumiere, the master of the castle, was sharing in the joy of the season, by spreading holly around the table. "'Deck the halls with holly branches,'" he sang, "haha, there must lots and lots more holly."

Behind Lumiere was Cogsworth, the castle majordomo, and like the former, he was also enjoying the joy of this holiday occasion. "'This is the season to come...'" he sang, before noticing the holly that Lumiere was spreading on the table, "wh-what's this? There's too much holly," he said, before almost getting tripped by Chip running past, "oh, slow down, boy."

Near the large Christmas tree, the castle decorator was placing a Christmas angel ornament on the top. "'Don we now our gay apparel,'" she sang, before noticing something about the tree, "no, no, no, no, more mistletoe."

Near the Christmas tree, a series of gifts, wrapped up in wrapping paper, stood at the base, all while Mrs. Potts, the head of housekeeping, stood nearby, socializing with her fellow servants. Suddenly, Chip appeared in the pile of presents, before taking one that was addressed to him. "Chip, away from these presents, my darling," said Mrs. Potts, as Chip ran to her.

"Mum, I found one for myself," said Chip, "can I open it, Mum? Can I?"

"Well...just one," replied Mrs. Potts, allowing her son to open it up.

"Alright," exclaimed Chip as he began tearing at the wrapping paper.

"It's good to see the boy having a real Christmas," said Lumiere, who was happy to see Chip brewing with joy, "not like last year."

"Yes, it's a lot nicer," added Cogsworth.

"Well, I thought the last year was pretty good," said Mrs. Potts, who had other thoughts.

"Yes, well, I guess I..." chuckled Cogsworth, before smirking at Fred, "I managed to save Christmas."

"You," asked a surprised Lumiere.

"Yes, me," said Cogsworth, "without my capable and decisive leadership, all would've been lost."

"Leadership? HA!!  You couldn't lead a horse to the watering hole," mocked Lumiere, not buying Cogsworth's words.

As the bickering went on, Chip eventually reached the gift that was in the box, but to his disappointment, it was only a sock. "What are you blubbering about," asked Cogsworth to Lumiere, continuing their argument, "that was all my idea."

"Your idea," asked Lumiere, "everyone knows it was mine."

"Heavens," said Mrs. Potts as she rolled her eyes, "how many times do we have to see this story again?"

"Story," asked Chip, who was immediately intrigued.

"Until someone gets the facts straight," said Lumiere as he frowned at Cogsworth.

"Why don't you warn it, Mum," suggested Chip as he looked at Mrs. Potts.

"Capital idea," replied Cogsworth in agreement.

"Well...I don't know..."

"C'mon, Mrs. Potts," added Lumiere, "you probably remember how I saved Christmas..."

"Tut-tut-tut-tut," interrupted Cogsworth, "no witness conduct."

"Please, Mum," begged Chip, as Mrs. Potts picked him up in her arms, "warn the story."

"Oh...alright," said Mrs. Potts, agreeing to eventually warn the story as she sat down in her chair.

"Ah, now we're going to hear what really happened," said Lumiere.

"Well, let's see," said Mrs. Potts as she began warning the story to her gathering friends, "Belle, terrified of the master's wrath, ran off of the castle, straight into a pack of wolves...but the master saved her, and they began to be friends."

Flashback

Rushing through the castle hallways, past the dusty and messy surroundings, and trying to look for someone of great reluctance, Lumiere, who was in his cursed form, a candelabra, looked around the area, while his fellow servants, also in their cursed forms, followed suit. As Lumiere looked through a castle window, Chip, who was in a teacup, appeared. "Where could he be," he asked.

"Heaven knows," said Mrs. Potts, who was a teapot, "we searched every nook and cranny."

"I'm starting to think he's not in the castle at all," commented Cogsworth, joining his colleagues in his clock form.

Wiping off the dust and fog away from the window, Lumiere had a good look at what was outside, before eventually spotting someone slowly walk out onto the snow-covered grounds. It was the castle master himself, Prince Adam, in his cursed form; a beast. "That's it! There he is," he exclaimed happily, "let's go!"

"Wonderful," said Mrs. Potts.

"No time to waste," replied Cogsworth, sharing the enthusiasm, "we have to find a fashion to bring them together."

"Let's go," said Lumiere as he and the others rushed down the hallway, inadvertently disorienting a surprised Cogsworth, "love won't wait!"

"You really think it's her," Chip asked Lumiere as they rushed away, "will she break the spell?"

"I knew it from the moment I saw her," said Lumiere.

"If anyone can reach the master, Belle can," said Mrs. Potts, "such a good soul."

"And her looks don't hurt either," joked Lumiere, causing Chip to chuckle.

"Wait for me," complained Cogsworth, who was attempting to keep up with his friends.

Meanwhile, not far away from the quartet, another individual was strolling the castle. This was Belle, a friend from a nearby provincial town who had recently agreed to stay as the Beast's prisoner in exchange for her father's freedom. By this time, she has completely recovered from the terrifying wolf attack that occurred after being terrified of Beast's frustration, and was talking a silent walk around the calm castle. As she walked down a hallway, the servants appeared before her, eventually finding her. "Hiya, Belle," exclaimed Chip, happy to see Belle.

"Oh, hello," repeated Belle, happy to see them as well, "do you know what day that is?"

"Well...it's not...Tuesday," said Chip as everyone looked at each other, confused.

"No, you idiot," chuckled Belle, "today is December 24th...Christmas Eve..."

"A-And what a beautiful day that is," interrupted Lumiere, willing to get down to business, before ushering Belle to come with them, "a wonderful day for a morning walk."

"Yes, yes," added Mrs. Potts, "nothing starts the day as a fast walk around the ground."

"Or you could go ice skating," added Chip.

"Yes, fresh air, exercise, haha," added Cogsworth as he stretched himself around, only to incidentally hurt his back, "in moderation, of course."

In one room, just outside the castle, a coat hanger hanging on the wall silently slept while holding some ice skates on its nose, before Belle took the ice skates from it. "C'mon, Belle, my darling," said Mrs. Potts, "the great outdoors awaits!"

"Yes, let's go," cheered Chip.

Holding the ice skates in her hand, Belle was ready to head outside, before a coat rack gave her a dark red coat. "Thank you, sir," replied Belle, obliged by the coat rack's polite service.

Opening the door, Belle had a good view of the exterior premises, and felt the fresh air. It didn't take long for her, though, to notice another individual wandering outside past himself. It was Beast, who was silently muttering to himself, as if he was lost in some serious thought. "Oh," said Belle, "good morning."

Surprised, Beast looked and saw Belle waving at him, but before he could say anything, he suddenly lost his balance and slipped on his rear. Moaning from the fall, he frowned at Belle, who walked up to him in worry. "Oh, dear," she said, "are you alright?"

Slowly getting back on his feet, unsure by what to say, Beast replied, "I...ran into it....I landed on my.....uh...on...on the ice."

"It's...pretty slippery," said Belle.

"Yes, it's...slippery," replied Beast, embarrassed.

"That's a perfect day to skate," replied Belle, who put on her skates as well, "c'mon!"

With her skates on her feet, Belle began skating around the ice. Starting to enjoy herself, Belle chuckled over the fun activity, before gesturing towards Beast. "C'mon!"

Hesitant about the skating on the ice again, but unwilling to turn down Belle's kind offering, Beast slowly turned back to the servants, who were pleased to see the potential out of this fun activity. "Go ahead, master," said Lumiere, "that could be fun."

"Yes, go ahead," added Chip.

With this said, and seeing the potential in this idea as well, Beast formed a grin before resuming his skating with Belle. As for the servants, they jumped towards the top of a bridge, overlooking the ice. "Ooh la la," said Lumiere with a grin as he watched them go.

"C'mon, why don't you give it a try," said Belle, before slowly skating around the ice with her arms spread out like wings, "one, two, three, one, two, three...you see? It's easy."

Agreeing to give this a try, Beast tried skating forward. "One, two, three...o-one...two..." he silently said, trying to keep his balance.

From the bridge, the servants watched with joy as the two skated their road around the ice. "Oh, ho, ho," muttered Lumiere.

"Yes," said Mrs. Potts, "I think that could work."

Meanwhile, inside a different section of the castle, high above the peaceful skating activity, the sound of organ music was playing around a dark, torn up room, with only the candle light of some overhead chandeliers illuminating the area. This organ music, played louder, and with powerful expertise, was coming from a large pipe organ, situated on an overhead wall, overlooking the dark room. This pipe organ, Maestro Forte, another one of the Beast's servants, playing his powerful music, delivered his intense tune, all while the only audience in the room with him, a piccolo, listened carefully. As the music came to its end, the piccolo began cheering. "Bravo! Bravo!  Encore!"

Forte, hearing this cheering, silently chuckled. "Fife," he said, "you approve?"

"Oh, Maestro," said Fife, "it's beautiful."

"Oh, c'mon," replied Forte, "it's just an opera."

On these words, Forte played a section of his keyboard, unleashing a loud burst of music that wasn't only loud, but also shook a section of the room. This caused a nearby window to crack from the intensity of the noise, along with small parts of the ceiling to crack and send tiny pieces of rubble to the ground. "To bring down...the house..." concluded Forte, before chuckling.

Recovering from the loudness, Fife replied, "is...there room for a piccolo?"

"Absolutely."

Once again, Forte played music from his keyboard, only this time, it was much silent and more peaceful, before a trail of bright green magic, shaped like a line of musical notes, swam towards a nearby chest and opened it. Upon opening up, the chest revealed a sheet of paper that made Fife grow with emotion. "'Solo for Fife in B Flat'," said Forte.

"Oh, I'd do anything for a solo," said Fife, hopeful.

"Yes," replied Forte, turning serious, before the chest shut itself, "now, Forte, in the midst of my crescendo, I thought I heard mirth outside the window. Look a little and see, do you want?"

Approaching the window, Fife took a look outside and saw the fun activity happening on the ice. "Wow," said Fife, amazed, "would you watch that?"

"Well, I think I could. I'm just going to get up and..." replied Forte sarcastically, before noticing something about himself, "oh, what's this? My heavens, look," he exclaimed as he tried pulling himself from a chain attached to the wall, "I'M BOLTED TO THE WALL!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the room, as Fife, realizing that Forte was indeed stuck to the wall, turned awkward. "Oh...alright," he chuckled, before looking outside again, "t-the master is skating."

"Skating," asked Forte, "now, why would on Earth do something like that?"

"Probably because this pretty girl is holding his hand," said Fife as he watched Belle and Beast skate.

"What," asked Forte, shocked, "Belle?"

"But wait," said Fife, realizing something that made him ecstatic, "perhaps if she falls in love with him, the spell will be broken, and we'll be human again!"

Suddenly, Forte, fueled with rage, played a section of his keyboard very louder, shaking the room again and sending Fife to the ground in shock. This sudden action alarmed the piccolo, but Forte, calming himself down, chuckled before replying, "trust me, Fife. Mankind is utterly overrated.  Before the enchantment, there's no need for my special genius...but now, the master needs my melodies to feed his tormented soul.  I am his confidante......his best friend...and I'll not let a PEASANT WOMAN RUIN IT FOR ME!!"

Forte's music grows louder and louder with each word, before he suddenly stops and shouts, "FIFE!! See that this blossom of love wilts on the vine."

"Yes, Maestro Forte," replied Fife with a salute, before jumping away to carry out his boss' plan.

Back outside, Belle and Beast were yet skating on the ice together, and by this time, the latter was starting to get the hang of skating. "One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, I think I have it," said Beast as he skated around Belle with a big grin on his face.

Nearby, Fife, having made it outside, jumped his road towards the ice pond, before going onto the bridge where the other servants were watching. "Say, go ahead, I want to see," he complained before trying to jump and get a good view, "let me see! I wanna see as well!"

Suddenly, as Fife tried to get a good view of the skating, a loud whistle came out of his top, alarming the other servants. They swiftly turned around and gestured for the loud piccolo to be silent, before resuming their watch over Belle and Beast. "SILENCE," said an annoyed Cogsworth, before turning hopeful as he looked out over Belle and Beast, "oh, this is very promising."

"Ah, yes! There's something in the air," added Lumiere, "could that be...love?"

Further down the bridge, Fife, having eventually gotten to see the shaking, heard Lumiere's words and became shocked. "Love," he asked before turning frantic, "ooh, uh, ooh, I have to stop them."

Jumping onto the snowy bridge, Fife looked around, trying to think at what to do, before suddenly diving down the bridge railing and sliding on the snow like a penguin. This caused the piccolo to launch himself down the bridge and over the ice. Straight ahead of him was a frozen fountain covered with snow, and icicles hanging from the top. Flying into the fountain, but unable to stop himself, Fife found himself spinning rapidly in circles around the inside of it. His actions were swiftly noticed by the other servants, and while Lumiere and Chip weren't bothered, Cogsworth and Mrs. Potts were confused and annoyed. "What's that little dick up to," asked Mrs. Potts.

Eventually, Fife was launched out of the fountain, going over the skating pair. Fife flew over Belle and Beast, who were too focused on their skating together to even notice Fife's actions. The piccolo landed on the ice and slid down the frozen pond, before spotting Belle and Beast skating towards him. By now, Beast was holding Belle's arms up in the air, keeping her from falling, before they skated right past Fife. Frantic, Fife caught hold of Beast's cape, desperate to stop the moment between the two, only to incidentally tear off a tiny chunk of the cape and fly backwards. This action, however, caused Beast, along with Belle, to suddenly skate towards the snow at a very fast speed. Caught off guard, the two smashed into the snow, while Fife spiraled backwards through the air, before smashing into a tree and being covered by the falling snow. As for Belle and Beast, they leaned themselves upwards, brushing the snow away from them. Waving her arms and legs up and down and in and out, Belle started making a snow angel in the snow, all while Beast watched with curiosity. Fife, also recovering from his smash, pulled his head out of the snow and watched as the two made snow angels. "It's a Christmas angel," said Belle, "you see?"

Getting to his feet, Beast grinned as he looked at what Belle did in the snow, but his grin swiftly faded away upon seeing his own snow angel, which looked exactly like him, full of the horns on his head and muscular clawed arms. "Oh," muttered Belle, concerned about what Beast made.

But Beast, already caught up in his shock, replied, "this isn't an angel.....it's the shadow of a monster."

But Beast, now furious, rushed towards the snow angel and messed it up with the surrounding area, ruining it and Belle's angel before stomping his road back to the castle. This sudden mood-swing shocked Belle and the servants, but for Fife, it was a sign of glory for his own desire. "Oh, Forte is going to be so proud of me," he said with a confident grin.

As Beast frustratedly made his road back into the castle, Belle watched with worry. "I don't know why I was upset," complained Belle, before plopping onto the snow with despair, "now he's worse than ever."

"Don't be discouraged, my darling," said Mrs. Potts sympathetically as she approached her.

Shortly afterwards, Beast, having retired to his own private section of the castle, yet furious over what just happened outside, all while Forte played his organ music nearby. This tune that Forte was playing was very melancholy and was giving the impression of a dark and gloomy atmosphere. As he played his music, Beast walked over to the small table where the enchanted rose stood, yet glowing with petals. The very sight of this ticking clock added fuel to Beast's fury. "I...hate Christmas," he muttered, before entering Forte's room.

"The music...helps," asked Forte as Beast walked to a chair sitting near a fireplace.

"Your music is the only fact that helps me forget," said Beast.

"Don't worry, old friend," reassured Forte to the upset Beast, "I'm here for you, as I have been....as I always will be."

Meanwhile, in one of the castle hallways, Belle, having returned inside herself, along with everyone else, walked down the hall, with Chip past her side. "Why is the Beast so grumpy," she asked, frustrated with Beast's behavior.

"I don't know," replied Chip, as he jumped past Belle's side, "he's always like this."

"Even at Christmas," asked Belle as they entered another room.

"Yes. Belle...what's a Christmas," asked Chip as he looked up at Belle, confused.

"Oh, Chip, you must know about Christmas," said Belle as she kneeled down and extended her hand, allowing Chip to jump onto it, "sock in front of the fire? Tree?  Tinsel?  Present?"

"Gifts," asked Chip, suddenly emotional, "can I take one?"

"Of course," chuckled Belle as she put Chip onto a desk with some paper on it, "everyone gets a gift at Christmas."

"Oh, even the teacher," asked Chip.

"Yes, even the teacher."

"What have you done on giving the teacher, Belle," asked Chip to Belle.

"I really don't know him well enough to know what he would want," replied Belle.

"Well...what have you done," asked Chip with a grin.

"Well, the fact I love the most in the world are my books," said Belle, reflecting on her times of reading the many books throughout her life, "my stories."

"Why don't you warn the teacher a story," suggested Chip.

Immediately liking this idea, Belle pulled out a pile of paper from a drawer. "You're right, Chip," she said as she put the paper on a desk, "a story."

Belle: If I get to know him,

We'll find more facts to say,

One day, I will reach him

There has to be a fashion

Everyone needs someone

He must need someone as well

If I get to know him better

Here’s what I will do

Writing on the blank sheets of paper, while also looking at the illustrations found on some other sheets, Belle continued her work on her story with Chip's help.

Belle: I'll read him stories

From picture books all filled with wonder

Magic worlds where the impossible

Becomes the everyday

We'll find a mountaintop

And soon moonbeams to sit under

I'll lead, because I know....the road

As Belle and Chip worked on the story, the former couldn’t help but look at some of the illustrations of Beast and envision how they would play out as adventures for her to go on with him, especially since they revolved around a multitude of facts, like standing on mountaintops near the moon, riding a rainbow, picking apples from an apple tree, taking on dangerous dragons, and meeting merpeople near a coast.

Belle: So much to discover

I do it all the time

I could live inside bright pages

Where the words all rhyme

We will slay the dragons

That yet follow him around

And he'll grin, yes, he'll grin

As his dreams leave the ground

Stories and stories

About mermaids, kings and sunken treasure

Magic words where the impossible

Becomes the everyday

I know a tiny place

Just a dot, too small to measure

I'll lead him there, I know the road

Stories about heroes

Who overcame their deepest despairs

They'll put hope into his heart again

To cherish everyday

Eventually, the story, all put together, was all written down, and knitted together like a storybook. This added onto Belle's joy of finishing a special gift for Beast, before she put on a cover to help protect the pages, and some wrapping paper to conceal it and stuff it for Christmas. Chip helped Belle in putting a magenta bow around the gift.

Belle: He'll find a better world

And the strength to face tomorrow

I'm sure that when he knows the way...

He'll want...to staaaaaaayyy!!!

Eventually, the gift was all finished, with Chip tightening up the bow, before falling backwards onto the desk. "Do you think the teacher will like his gift," asked Chip as Belle picked him up again.

"I do," replied Belle with a grin.

"Well, does this mean we're going to have a Christmas," asked Chip.

"Uh-huh," replied Belle as Chip grinned with joy, "absolutely."

"Absolutely NOT," said Cogsworth firmly, who stood on a table in the kitchen, having heard of the idea.

Nearby, some of the other servants, including Lumiere, Mrs. Potts, Chip and some wine glasses, along with Belle, heard Cogsworth's words. "Aww, why not," complained the wine glasses.

"Out of the question," said Cogsworth, "it's not an opportunity, dream on. There's no possibility, forget it!"

The wine glasses, letting the idea of Christmas just like Belle, complained over Cogsworth's order, as Cogsworth firmly walked past them. "Suck in that gut," he ordered a large mug who was slumping down.

Lumiere, however, was far more open to the idea of Christmas. "My friend, go with the spirit," he said, before nudging Cogsworth forward a little, "rest."

Lumiere's action caused the arrows on Cogsworth's face to spiral in circles, irritating him. Nearby, Mrs. Potts stood near the edge of the desk with Chip, while Belle sat nearby, helping clean some of the dishes. "C'mon, love," said Mrs. Potts, also liking the idea of Christmas, "have a heart."

"Yes, c'mon," complained the wine glasses as they stood alongside Lumiere.

"No, no, and...let me think," said Cogsworth as Lumiere and the wine glasses briefly started hoping he'd reconsider, "NO!!"

With that said, everyone moaned with disappointment, but Cogsworth didn't budge. "This is where I put my foot down," he said.

Just before Cogsworth could do just that, though, a brush nudged a tiny bowl towards Cogsworth's foot, causing the majordomo to incidentally dump his foot into it. Alarmed, but further annoyed, Cogsworth tried prying the bowl off his foot. "The teacher...has...prohibited Christmas," he said as he attempted to get his foot free.

"Ban Christmas," asked Belle as she cleaned a pan, "no one can forbid Christmas."

"He doesn't want to be reminded of his past, and Christmas is a very painful reminder," explained Cogsworth, "I, for no one, do not wish to torture him."

"I, for one, think a little Christmas cheer will do him good," replied Belle.

Everyone else in the room agreed with Belle's stance on the subject. Unbeknownst to them, however, Fife, having been sent to spy on the activity once again, heard every word on the conversation. As he eavesdropped on the debate, Lumiere stepped forward. "The girl is right," he said, "it's up to us to do something."

Getting further frustrated by the arguing, Cogsworth turned to Lumiere. "It's not our place to get involved," he complained before tapping at Lumiere's nose, "no, no, no, no, we just can't care about our own beeswax, right? We just have to put our weight where it doesn't belong."

Lumiere, once again annoyed with his stubborn behavior, lowered one of his flames towards Cogsworth's rear, and set it on fire with a cheeky smirk. Suddenly feeling the hot flames, Cogsworth shrieked in shock. "AAHHHH," he yelled before flying into the air and plummeting back to the ground, landing in a tub of cleaning liquid filled with bubbles.

Pulling himself together, Cogsworth spat out some water that ended up in his mouth, relieved that the flame was put out, but yet annoyed by Lumiere's antics. Everyone else looked at him, before the wine glasses burst into laughter while Lumiere, amused himself, couldn't help but grin.

"Oh, humiliating," complained Cogsworth as he slouched in the tub.

"Pish-posh," said Mrs. Potts, "I think that's a wonderful idea."

"But the teacher doesn't want it," said Cogsworth as he climbed out of the tub, "his castle, his rules."

"It's not fair," complained a disappointed Chip.

"He's right," complained the wine glasses, "it's not fair."

"Don't whine, glasses," said Cogsworth, letting no more of the argument.

"I'm sorry."

Everyone sighed with disappointment over Cogsworth's objections, before Mrs. Potts, disappointed herself, voiced her disdain. "Look at us. Fighting cats and dogs.  It breaks my heart to see it, it does," she said as she nuzzled with Chip, before grinning, "and we used to be in our prime at Christmas.  Wow, we used to throw a banquet for the whole castle."

"Ah, you could have some stuffed turkey," added Lumiere as everyone looked upon the stubborn Cogsworth, having an idea.

"Cranberry sauce," added Belle.

"Shortbread cookies," added Chip.

"Mince pies," asked Lumiere.

"Walnut toast," asked Mrs. Potts, "sauce?"

"And Christmas pudding," added Lumiere cheerfully.

Suddenly, Cogsworth's firm stance shattered upon hearing Lumiere's words. "Uh, p-pudding," he asked with a grin, "with...with custard?"

"What do you think we are? Barbarians," asked Lumiere, "of course, with custard."

This caused Cogsworth to grin with a big smirk over the many ideas of Christmas food, almost like he was becoming lost in a fantasy. "And raisins, and broccoli, and all these facts you like," smirked Lumiere, before the wine glasses started laughing at Cogsworth.

Cogsworth's grin suddenly faded upon remembering the pleasant times he would have with his fellow servants during Christmas, and turning mournful upon realizing that with the holiday banned in the castle, there would be no chance of him having his favorite meals. Knowing this, Cogsworth moaned, before calming down and turning to everyone. "Alright," he said, giving in to the idea of Christmas, at last.

"Yes," exclaimed Chip as everyone burst into cheers.

"But if the teacher finds out about this, he'll be furious, then everyone, shut up," suggested Cogsworth.

Fueled with emotion, Lumiere turned to the others. "C'mon, what are we waiting for? Christmas?"

"Good grief, we don't have much time," said a surprised Cogsworth, "it's Christmas Eve."

"I'll accompany you to dinner," said Mrs. Potts, who was ready to get started.

"I'll get some mistletoe," flirted Lumiere to a wine glass.

"We need to brighten up this place," added Belle, ready to start herself.

"Belle," said Lumiere, having an idea, "I know someone who will help."

"Now, now, wait for me," said Cogsworth, trying to ease everyone's emotion to retain order, "I'm in charge here. I'm in charge!"

But everyone, caught up in their enthusiasm, headed out of the kitchen, ready to start making plans for Christmas. In doing so, they ended up leaving Cogsworth behind. Realizing this, Cogsworth swiftly rushed after everyone. "Wait for me," he complained.

With her friends onboard for the idea of having Christmas at the castle, Belle's plan was off to a great start, and while the majority of the servants got to work on preparations, Belle climbed up a big spiral staircase leading to one of the castle attics. Holding Lumiere in her hand for some light, and with Chip past her side, she walked up the staircase. "One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three...." said Chip as they went further and further up the staircase, "are we there yet?"

"No, not yet," replied Belle as they kept going.

"Boy, there are so many stairs here," said Chip as they kept going, "one thousand seven, one thousand eight, one thousand nine, one thousand ten...."

Further down the staircase, Fife, having followed Belle and the others to the tower, began jumping his road up the staircase, desperate to catch up to them and see what they were up to. Eventually, after a long walk up the stairs, Belle and her friends made it to the top, where a series of boxes, chairs and other sorts of equipment lay in storage, all covered in dust. This was one of the castle attics, and as everyone slowly walked through the dusty room, they looked around, hoping to find whom Lumiere wanted to see. "Hello," called Belle, "hello?"

Belle kept looking around the attic, unaware that they were being watched. "Do not be afraid, my friend," said Lumiere, "it's me, Lumiere. We're here to make a small visit to you."

As Chip looked around, he noticed one of the boxes nearby slowly started opening up, with someone peeking outside and looking upon them. Alarmed, Chip swiftly hid behind Belle, before the box opened up, revealing a Christmas angel ornament with short blonde hair and a sparkly dress. "Lumiere," she asked as some Christmas ornaments appeared alongside her.

Turning around, everyone saw the angel ornament. "Angelique," said Lumiere happily as Belle lowered him to the ground.

"Oh, Lumiere, eventually," said Angelique happily as she and the other ornaments appeared out of the box and approached the candelabra, "I thought we should be locked up in this dusty attic forever."

"Ah, Angelique, my love," flirted Lumiere as he embraced with Angelique and kissed her, "your eyes are yet so lovely after so many years."

"Lumiere, please," said Angelique, amused, "you'll defile the halo."

Belle silently cleared her throat, amused herself. "Oh, yes," said Lumiere, turning to Belle, "this is our guest, Belle."

"Nice to meet you," greeted Belle.

"And this is Angelique," said Lumiere as he gestured to Angelique, "she's the decorator of the castle."

"You mean you're the decorator of the castle. I'm not responsible for this baroque atrocity," said Angelique, before reminiscing of times long ago, "if I were responsible, the castle was complete with light and beauty."

"Haha, my love, that's why we're here," said Lumiere, before turning to the other ornaments, "gather around, guys, we're planning the biggest Christmas celebration in history!"

The ornaments burst into cheers over Lumiere's words; everyone happy to hear this wonderful news. Chip cheered alongside them as Fife, having managed to reach the attic himself, watched as everyone celebrated. Even he couldn't help but grin over the idea of having Christmas in the castle, but as the cheering went on, someone, not moved by the idea, spoke her mind. "NO!! STOP," shouts Angelique.

The cheering suddenly stopped as everyone turned to Angelique. "What is this, darling," asked Lumiere.

"Why are you raising my hopes? Uh, I mean, their hopes," asked Angelique as she gestured to her fellow ornaments, "just to rush?  Well...no more."

The ornaments moan in disappointment as Angelique led them back to the box. "But it's Christmas Eve," said Belle, "without you, we won't be able to decorate the castle in time."

"Ha! Christmas," asked an unmoved Angelique, "I refuse to wait any longer.  I'll never be disappointed again."

"But this has to be the grandest celebration ever," replied Lumiere before taking Angelique's hands, "we can't do it without you."

Silently chuckling, Angelique said, "but of course, you can't. Christmas needs planning and organization.  No!  No!  I won't!  Nothing changes."

Everyone looked at the stubborn Angelique with disappointment, not liking how she wasn't going to cooperate. Belle kneeled down and expressed her thoughts. "I believe it will," she said as everyone gathered around her.

Belle: There is more to....this time of year

Than sleigh bells and holly

Mistletoe and snow

These facts come and go

Much deeper than snow

Stronger than the strongest love we'll know...

We'll ever know....

Pulling an overhead rope, Belle opened up a small hatch on the ceiling, letting some fresh air into the stuffy attic. This gave some of the ornaments chills, but they became ecstatic, for it had been a long time since they felt something like this. Angelique, however, was yet unmoved, but everyone began making their road out of the attic. Fife, yet watching from behind some boxes, observed as they made their road downstairs.

Belle: As long as there's Christmas

I truly believe

That hope is the greatest

Of the gifts we'll receive

As long as there's Christmas

We'll all be just fine

A star shines above us

Lighting your road and mine......

Together, they made their road down to ground level in the castle, with Fife carefully observing from a safe distance. Silently making their road to the ballroom, where most of the decorations were taking place, they sneaked their road towards that location, being careful not to present the wandering Beast's attention. In the ballroom, the rest of the servants were beginning their decorations and plans; everyone brimming with joy and cheerfulness.

Cogsworth: Just as long as there's Christmas

There will be Christmas pudding

Tons of turkey....

Mrs. Potts: And cranberry sauce

And mince pies if we're good

Lumiere: Loads of logs on the fire

Ornaments: Lots of gifts on the tree

All wrapped up in red ribbons...

Chip: Wonder if there's one for me

Cogsworth: We're due for a festival

Where on Earth do we start?

Fifi: I may wear my tiara

You bought me in Monmarte

Lumiere: And the silver will sparkle

Mrs. Potts: And the china will gleam

Lumiere: And we'll all be as shiny

As a brand new centime

Chip: After dinner, we'll play games

Mrs. Potts: Until the morning breaks through

Lumiere: Then we'll meet in the garden

This is what we shall do

Chip: We will build us a snowman

That'll reach to the heavens

Belle: It will stay up until July...

Much work was getting done in the ballroom, from putting some logs in the fireplace, ribbons being tied around the railings of a higher level, reefs being placed in the center of the railings, a chandelier being cleaned, stockings being put above the fireplace, and silverware and table clothes being put at the table. Everything was being carried out with brilliant efficiency, and everyone was having fun as well. The only yet not moved by the idea of Christmas was Angelique, but no one noticed her grumpy mood, for they were also caught up in putting everything together. Having another idea, Lumiere drew a small picture of a Christmas tree to the ornaments, giving them an idea on what they could do. Together with a quartet of marching nutcrackers, the ornaments scurried up to the table, while a magenta ribbon took Angelique by the arms and carried up her to the table. "What are you doing here? Stop, stop, stop!  Get me down!  Get down on me," she said before seeing the silverware, golden bowls, some Christmas gifts, and ribbons were being put together to make a pretend tree on the table, "oh, this is nonsense.  Everyone knows that the lights come on first.  I don't want to get all the road up there to the top!"

But Angelique was ignored, until she was placed at the top of the pretend tree, all while everyone gathered together, expressing their hopes in their Christmas celebration.

Everyone: As long as there's Christmas

I truly believe

That hope is the greatest

Of the gifts we'll receive

Chorus: As long as our guiding star shines above

Belle: As long as there's Christmas

We'll all be just fine

Everyone: There'll always be Christmas......

The decorating on the pretend tree was finished, and together, everyone envisioned how the real tree would look like with all the decorations on it; a strong sense of hope and joy spreading through everyone in the room.

Belle: Then there always will be a time

If the world...is filled with peace...and loooooOOOOVE!!!!

Everyone grinned at the tree, happy to be working on this project together. "We're going to have the best Christmas ever," cheered Chip.

"Oh, I hope so, Chip," replied Belle.

Suddenly, the pretend tree fell apart, as the silverware fell to the ground. Despite this minor smash, no one was injured, nor was anything broken, and everyone was eager to carry on. "You on the left, you on the right, follow me," added Lumiere, as everyone scurried around, "I have work to decorate."

"Yes, yes, yes, but keep that in mind," added a cautious Cogsworth, "the master mustn't find out."

However, while they agreed to keep silent about Christmas, they were unaware that someone was watching them from outside the room, and upon hearing their Christmas plans, this individual brimmed with emotion. "Ooh, yes," muttered Fife before making his road back to Forte.

Pacing back and forth and growing with frustration, Beast, having heard about Belle's idea to plan Christmas at the castle, let out his frustrations to Forte. "CHRISTMAS," he asked pitifully, "IS SHE PLANNING CHRISTMAS?!"

"Yes," replied Forte solemnly, having also heard about the Christmas idea, "awful, isn't it?"

Growling with fury, Beast stalked towards the fireplace before sitting in the chair, before pondering on what to make of this idea. "Maybe she doesn't know how I feel about Christmas," he said somberly.

"But she knows," replied Forte, causing Beast to turn surprised, "she just doesn't care.....like me. She's really trying to bring Christmas back to the castle...and you know how much we despise Christmas."

Turning back to the fireplace, Beast's somber state grew bigger, for he was reminded of a horrible time of his past. "The day my life ended," he muttered, before thinking back on the catalyst of his current situation; the day he was cursed.

Several years ago......

"BRING ME MY GIFTS," demanded Prince Adam.

Sitting on a large chair in the ballroom, surrounded by his servants, but fueled with spoiled selfishness, Prince Adam watched as Lumiere approached him with a gift in his hands. "Your Highness, please accept this humble gift as a token of our gratitude. I know I speak for all if..."

"Oh, just give that to me," complained Adam as he opened up the gift before seeing what it was, "a storybook? You call this a gift?  Hope you have something better for me, Forte."

"Yes, sir," said Forte as he stood near a large organ, "of course, master."

With his fingers on the keys, Forte started playing a tune on the organ. Everyone watched as he played his music, but the other servants looked upon the maestro with uncertain looks, for it seemed they were not very keen about this music. Even Adam didn't seem so keen about this either. "What is THAT," he asked with bewilderment.

"A small piece in your honor, sir," replied Forte.

"Ugh, I hate that," said Adam, "Forte, this fact is dark."

Suddenly, everyone heard a knocking sound coming from one of the doors leading to outside. Surprised, but not happy about being disturbed, Adam demanded, "WHO DARES DISTURB MY CHRISTMAS?!"

Walking to the door, Adam opened up, seeing the snowy storm going on outside, before seeing someone standing below him. It was an elderly woman dressed in a robe, and holding a rose in her hand. "Please take this rose in exchange for shelter from the freezing cold."

"I don't need a rose," scoffed Adam, "go away, you miserable old woman."

Adam shut the doors on the woman, but as soon as this happened, the world around him became engulfed in a shiny shade of magenta. This took everyone in the castle by surprise, including Adam, but as he looked up, he saw a woman floating in the air, while holding the same rose in her hand, revealing her true identity; an enchantress with beautiful flowing hair, but a very firm expression on her face. "You were deceived by your own cold heart," she said as magic started flowing around her; her voice echoing through the castle, "a curse on your house and everything within it. Until you have someone to love you for who you are...you will forever remain...a beast."

On these words, the magic surrounding the intimidating enchantress began to spread all over the castle, with several streaks of magic spinning around Adam's arms, before he was suddenly lifted into the air and began feeling a painful transformation go underway. All around him, the servants, also feeling the magic swirl around them, stood in shock, before they were suddenly transformed into household objects of many kinds. A horrifying turn of events, this became, for everyone in the castle, and to a shrieking Prince Adam, who was now transformed into a beast, it was just the beginning of several years of despair, bitter loneliness, and forlorn hope.

Ten years later....

The very memory of this tragic occurrence caused Beast to throw his palm into his face in disgrace and distress. As he wallowed in his sadness, Forte, sporting a smug smirk, said, "but we've come this far since then. We've gotten over the tragedy."

Now fueled with frustration, Beast got up from his chair and knocked it aside. "Where is she," he demanded.

"I believe she went to the boiler room," replied Forte, before glimpsing over at a different section of the room, "...or then a little bird warned me."

Hiding from Beast, Fife, having been the one who warned Beast and Forte everything, chuckled awkwardly. "Hehe...tweet, tweet, tweet."

Meanwhile, in a different section of the castle, a line of buckets carrying firewood marched into a dark room, glowing with red light. Peeking from outside the room, and getting a good look at this area, Belle saw several castle servants carrying out their duty underneath a large boiler. "Dive," commented Axe.

Inside this boiler room, the servants, all of whom was different objects, worked hard on their objectives. Some servants were gathering firewood to dump into the boiler, while some stood near the large piles of wood. The head honcho of this group of servants, an Axe, stood on a podium as he was given firewood from his fellow workers to chop in half. Belle watched as these guys worked on their domestic chores; each task being carried out with brilliant effiency. She walked into the room, getting the attention by some of the workers, before a wheelbarrow carrying a pile of wood and an oil can, came rolling in behind them. "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, c'mon, get out of the road, we're working here," complained the oil can.

Alarmed, Belle backed up, getting out of the road of the servants. "Oh, excuse me," said Belle as she watched them go about their business. "Alright guys, now get back to work. The castle doesn't heat itself, you know," said Axe to his workers, before turning to Belle, "say...then what can I do for you ladies?"

"We're looking for a log," said Belle as she looked at the piles of wood around her.

"Alright, the trunks we have. What have you done?  Hard wood, soft wood, we have everything.  We have birch, maple, pine, oak," said Axe as he chopped through several pieces of wood underneath, before incidentally bumping his snout into some concrete, briefly disorientating him, "oi!  Concrete, my head, don't worry, it'll pass.  Well, make your mind already."

"Is it alright if we just sail," asked Belle.

"As you wish, don't be in a hurry," said Axe with a grin before returning to his post, "me, I have work to do."

As the workers went back to their duties, Belle began browsing through the piles of logs, trying to find the appropriate one for their objective. Examining her respective log, she looked at them before hearing some loud noises coming from the boiler nearby. Turning to the boiler, the workers watched as it began to overload. Turning red, and sweating from the heat stored inside of him, the boiler started to overheat as Belle watched in concern. Suddenly, a whistle on top of the boiler let out a loud blow, before the boiler released a burst of steam, cooling away with relief. The workers, relieved that it is nothing serious, sigh with relief as well, before Axe shouts, "HEY!! What am I paying you for?  Be boring?  Do that in your time!  Get out of here."

Belle turned back to the piles of logs, before climbing up one pile, hoping to get a better look at the quantity of wood in the room. Examining her many choices, she looked down before seeing a log that made her grin. "Yes," said Belle, liking this choice of log, before blowing the dust away from it.

Suddenly, the entrance doors burst open and a loud roar sounded off, alarming Belle. She swiftly turned, and to her shock, she saw Beast approaching her with frustration. Gasping, Belle hid the log behind her back, trying to act casual. "What are you hiding from," asked Beast as he frowned at Belle.

Swift as a flash, Beast swooped around Belle and took the log from her hands. Here, he could see what Belle was holding onto, and as he examined it, Belle spoke up. "It's...a log," she said, as Beast looked at her with suspicion.

"Huh," asked a grumbling Beast.

"A-A yule log," explained Belle as she looked at an uncertain Beast in the eyes, "it's a wonderful tradition. A log is chosen and then everyone in the house touches it and makes a Christmas wish."

Beast grew with fury again. "Wishes are foolish," he complained, "you made a Christmas wish last year. IS THAT WHAT YOU WANT FOR?!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the boiler room, causing a nearby swarm of bats to fly overhead, before Belle's hopes became shocked upon hearing Beast's question. "No," said Belle somberly, before turning back to Beast with firm determination, "......but I'll keep on wishing."

"Well, Belle," replied Beast, "you tried to sell me a stolen Christmas list?"

"What if the log burns on Christmas morning..." said Belle as she picked another log from the pile.

"There will be no Christmas," asserted Beast.

"But..."

"NoooooOOOO," roared Beast, "I am the master here!"

"How can you be so selfish," complained Belle.

"You can't possibly understand," said Beast, "you have no idea what it's like to lose everything, to be trapped in your own castle, to be a...a...a..."

"A prisoner," asked Belle, having just reflected on her current dilemma of being in the castle.

Beast frustratedly looked away from Belle, while the workers nearby watched the argument from a safe distance. "The only one keeping us prisoners here is you," said Belle as she frowned at Beast, "well, I'm not giving up."

Beast's fury turned into shock as Belle, not saying another word, turned away and began making her leave. Beast watched as Belle left the boiler room, before his frustration turned into despair upon looking at the log he took from Belle. His rage and fury over the idea of Christmas seemed to have driven Belle off of him again, and while it wasn't enough to send her in a panicked rush, he yet felt horrible over treating her. Belle peeked back into the room and she watched Beast slowly approach the boiler. Defeated and bummed out, Belle walked off to the room.

With her plan in the boiler room having gone up in smoke, Belle retired back to her room. She flopped onto her bed, reeling in distress over Beast's discovery of her plan, and unsure at what to do now. Suddenly, a familiar voice spoke up, getting her attention. "Hiya, Belle," said Chip, "you should see the ballroom. It's all decorated and pretty, and there are garlands everywhere.  I think the master will be very emotional if he finds out about Christmas."

"Mmm-hmm," replied Belle, "he already knows."

"Really," asked Chip as he watched Belle approach a closed window, "was he emotional?"

"Actually, Chip, he's banned it," replied Belle mournfully as she pulled the curtains off, letting some light into the room.

Upon hearing this, Chip's enthusiasm turned into despair. "But I thought he couldn't ban Christmas," said Chip mournfully.

Suddenly, Belle's despair faded away before she grew with determination. "You know, Chip? He can't," she said, unwilling to let Chip be denied a Christmas, "let's have Christmas with our without him."

"Hooray," cheered Chip happily, "can we get a tree now, Belle? It's the only thing we're missing."

"Alright then," chuckled Belle, "let's get a tree. But first..."

Making her road to the bed, Belle took the wrapped gift Chip worked on earlier. "Csendes..." she silently muttered as she gestured with her finger.

With that said, Belle silently and carefully made her road to the West Wing, all while Chip watched outside, concerned for his friend. At the moment, she didn't see Beast in the dark room, giving Belle the chance to sneak in. For Belle, it seemed pretty daunting to be back in this forbidden room. She carried the gift into the room, before approaching the small table with the enchanted rose yet in its glass container. Belle pulled her hand off of the rose as she put the gift on the desk near it. "Psst, Belle," Chip whispered frantically to his friend, "the master! Hurry now!"

Turning back to Chip, she saw Beast making his road back to the West Wing. With that said, they swiftly made their road behind the doorway. Beast, however, was lost in his own thoughts as he walked into the room, and as he grumbled to himself while going inside, Belle and Chip silently and carefully made their exit, managing to keep their entry into the room secretive.

Joined by Axe and Sultan, the castle dog turned into a footstool, they walked around the snowy premises. Chip jumped in the snow, having fun, while Sultan barked while jumping in the snow as well. Belle walked as the two walked around the premises with them. They walked up to a small tree sticking out of the snow. "What about this one," asked Belle.

Chip looked at the tree, but saw that it was rather skinny, had very few branches and didn't seem large enough for his liking. Envisioning what it would look like with an ornament on it, he saw it dip into the snow. "Huh...nah! Too thin," he said, before jumping towards a separate direction, "let's go."

Looking at the tree herself, and seeing that Chip wasn't taking a liking to it, Belle silently blew a strand of hair away from her forehead and followed him, carrying Axe with her. As the friends continued their hunt for a Christmas tree, Beast, standing in the West Wing, watched from the window as they walked around the castle grounds. Yet upset that they were planning a Christmas against his wishes, but remembering what Belle said to him in the boiler room, he was filled with a lot of doubt. Silently staring at the group, he paid no attention to his door creaking open, allowing someone to come in and watch alongside him. "Ooh la la," said Lumiere, having come to check in on Beast.

"Lumiere," muttered Beast before turning away from the window.

"She's beautiful, isn't she?"

"Yes," said Beast as he looked at his reflection from the rose's glass container, "and I look awful."

"Not to mention the feisty temper," muttered Lumiere silently.

As Beast walked past the rose, he spoted the gift that Belle made. "What is that," he asked, surprised to see it.

"Oohhhh, looks like a Christmas present," said Lumiere as he took a look at the gift himself.

Reminded once again about Christmas, Beast put the gift back on the table and stormed away towards a balcony, once again showing his frustration over the holiday. Lumiere, however, stood near the table and looked at the gift tag. "Ooh-hoo-hoo," he chuckled, "it's for you, master. It's from...a girl."

Peeking back into the room from his balcony, Beast looked at Lumiere with bewilderment. "Mrs. Potts?"

"No," replied Lumiere, "from Belle!"

Now suddenly curious, Beast slowly approached the table before picking up the gift, before forming a grin on his face. Taking the ribbon, he was ready to unravel it, but Lumiere swiftly said, "ah, ah, master, you can't open that!"

"Well, why not," asked an irritated Beast, "it's for me, isn't it?"

"Because it's not Christmas yet."

Reluctantly, Beast put the gift back on the table, annoyed that he had to wait until tomorrow to open it. "Master," consoled Lumiere, "we all understand how you feel about Christmas, but if a woman gives a man a gift, she's saying I care about you."

"Huh...but I don't have a present for her," replied Beast, yet unsure.

"It's not too late," reassured Lumiere.

Beast let out a deep sigh. With Belle and the others continuing to go through with their Christmas plan, and how they made him a gift, he thought about what to do, before ultimately coming up with a plan of his own, despite his reluctance about being associated with the holiday. "Well...I think I can give her something," he said.

On his own in his room, and listening to his own music, Forte played a loud orchestral piece that echoed across the room. However, his moment of composition was interrupted until a loud voice erupted from within the room. "FORTE," shouts Beast as he enters, "STOP THE NOISE!!"

"Noise?! NOISE," exclaimed a shocked and serious Forte, "this is my masterpiece."

Beast let out a loud, anguished shriek as he frowned at the organ. "Master," concluded Forte, backing down, but not without shooting Beast a frown from behind his back.

Turning to a nearby window, Beast watched as Belle continued walking around the castle grounds, looking for a tree. "I-I want you to compose a song," he said, "it's a present for Belle."

"What," asked a shocked Forte, "Belle?"

"And do it," said Beast with a grin as he started making his leave, "happily."

"Oh, but luck is like that," said Forte before Beast exited the room, shutting the doors behind him, "...depressing. What's next?  Love songs?  Wedding marches?"

As Forte began ranting over what could happen next, he started playing his organ music again, all while Fife, having just appeared in the room, made his road to the window and watched as Belle patrolled the grounds. "It's all the girl's fault....." snarled Forte.

Outside, Belle, Chip and Sultan were walking near the edge of the castle grounds, approaching a skinny tree that was slightly taller than Belle. "What about this one," she asked.

"Huh...too shaky," replied Chip as he looked at the tree.

"Too wiggly," said Belle.

"FIFE," yelled Forte upset.

On cue, Forte played a section of his keyboard extremely louder. This caused the alarmed Fife to lose his balance, tumble to the ground, and almost lost his piccolo hat. "Take care," said Forte as Fife looked at him hesitantly, "I want you to pace up and down as I think."

Getting up, Fife frantically saluted the frustrated pipe organ, before pacing back and forth. "The girl is bad, I'm warning you," said Forte, "she pulls him out of my grip, she fills his head with love and dreams and HOPE...and Christmas.

"Well, what the heck," asked Fife hesitantly, "Christmas can't be stopped!"

"No," replied Forte, before sneering towards the window, "but I can stop....the girl."

Meanwhile, back outside, the sun was starting to set beyond the mountains. By now, Belle was yet looking at the tree, unsure at what to make of it. "Chip, this is the last one," said Belle.

"It's not what you think," complained Chip as he looked at the tree with Sultan, "it's just a weed that wishes it was a tree."

"Chip, we looked at every tree on the site," said Belle.

"But there's more here," replied Chip.

"It has to be enough," said Belle as she raised Axe into the air, ready to chop the skinny tree down.

Belle pounded Axe into the tree, cutting into the bark, but this caused Axe to reel in pain and dizziness. "Ah, oi, aye, egad," complained Axe, "what a headache I have."

"I'm sorry," said Belle, "I'll get a saw."

"No, that's good," replied Axe, "I don't want to, I should throw you out."

"Oh...alright," replied Belle.

With that said, Belle pulled back to take another swing, only for Axe to speak up again. "You have some oil," he asked, stopping Belle from swinging him into the tree, "I just thought...a little massage.....but if not, then no. What are you waiting for?  Beat yourself out?"

Rolling her eyes over Axe's words, Belle was ready for another swing at the tree, this time moving Axe slightly closer to the tree. "You never get a headache, I think," commented Axe, "lucky you."

"Really," said Belle, "I can get a saw."

"Who wants a saw," asked Axe, further making Belle annoyed, "keep hitting and hitting. Who's stopping you...."

"Csendes," silenced Belle.

Everyone turned silent before hearing something nearby. It was a peaceful score of music that sounded like the gentle playing of an organ. "What is that," asked Belle silently.

Inside the dark room, Forte, playing his keyboard notes gently and playing that silent, peaceful tune, continued with his music, before turning to Fife. "And now...for a little....Fife," he said with a smug.

Nodding eagerly, Fife took a deep breath and blew a loud, ear-piercing blow of air from his top. This high frequency music was so loud that it reached outside, and it caused Sultan to turn frantic. Spooked by the loud noise, Sultan whined as he ran back to the castle. Belle, seeing Sultan rush away, put Axe onto the ground before she rushed away after the footstool. "Sultan! Please, wait," she exclaimed.

Now left on his own, Axe watched as she headed back towards the castle. "Don't worry about me, I'll just sit there. Snow is alright," he said as he rested himself on the tree, only to have a small pile of snow to fall onto him, dunking him into the snow below, "perhaps a little wet, but who's complaining?"

Back in the castle, Forte, yet playing his alluring music, grinned as he waited for Belle to appear. "Yes, my darling," he said sinisterly, "come to me."

"Come here, boy," said Belle as she walked down the hall, trying to find Sultan, "here we go!"

Hearing Belle's voice, Forte smirked, for his plan was beginning to take shape. He kept playing the music as Sultan suddenly appeared in the room, barking louder, and running towards a frantic Fife. "AAH!! Good doggie," he cried as Sultan chased him around the room, "nice doggie!"

"Sultan," Belle's voice called from nearby.

At the entrance to the room, Belle, now holding Chip in her hand, slowly walked into the room. By now, however, the silent music faded away, leaving the room in full silence. Entering the dark, immense room, Belle looked around, feeling that something was wrong. "Hello," called Belle; her voice echoing around the room, "hullo-o-o-o!"

"P-Perhaps nobody's here," said Chip hesitantly, "perhaps we should....go."

Suddenly, the two heard Sultan barking coming from nearby. Turning around, they saw Sultan standing on his hind legs, barking towards a chair. "What's the matter, Sultan," asked Belle.

Barking at the chair, Sultan frowned at the terrified Fife, who was trying to keep himself as far away from the footstool as possible. He hesitantly looked upon Sultan, before seeing Belle turn the chair and look upon him. "Oh, hello," she said as everyone looked at the piccolo, "I don't believe that we met. I'm Belle.  And you are?"

"F...F...Fife," said Fife hesitanlty as he held his piccolo hat, before turning back to Sultan.

Growling at Fife, Sultan was ready to bark again, but Belle stepped up. "Sultan, get down," she firmly ordered as she pointed for Sultan to stay away from the chair, before turning back to Fife with a grin, "we heard the most beautiful music, was it you?"

"Me," asked Fife, unsure at what to say, before he started blushing, "y-you...thought that was...me."

Unable to control his emotion, Fife incidentally let out another ear-splitting blow of music from his top, which caused Sultan to crouch to the ground, trying to shield his ears and whine. "Mademoiselle, please," said Forte, alarming everyone and causing them to turn where he stood, "I am Maestro Forte; court composer, and your most...humble...servant."

"I'm pleased to meet you, Monsieur Forte," said Belle as she approached the enormous pipe organ, "I'm Belle."

"Yes. The whole castle is shrieking for you, child," said Forte as Chip jumped off Belle's hand and onto the keyboard, "you say you're planning a Christmas gala.  Wonderful idea.  Just the fact to shake the dark and gloomy past of the master.  But you have to make this the greatest celebration ever.  Have you made gifts?"

"Yes," said Chip with a grin.

"Food," asked Forte again.

"Yes."

"Garlands, ribbons, wreaths?"

"Check."

"Spangles and fandangles," Forte continued to ask, "the jewelry, the trimmings, the trappings?"

"Yes...I've had them all," said Chip.

Reaching the end of his questioning, Forte smirked at the two. "The tree," he asked.

"You see, Belle," said Chip, "I warned you."

"Well...we found one," said Belle as she shrugged her shoulders.

"But it was on the tricky side of puny," commented Chip.

Forte chuckled over Chip's words, before turning to the window again, towards a specific location. "But have you looked in the Black Forest," he asked as everyone looked outside the window, getting a good view of the dark forest that surrounded the castle, "there, you'll find a tree that's better than you can ever dream."

"Better," asked an enthusiastic Chip.

"That's a deliberate lie, you foolish little mouth," responded Forte.

"We have to go, Belle," said an eager Chip while Fife hesitantly looked out at the forest himself, terrified about what could be out there, "we must."

"Chip, we can't do that," said Belle, unsure about this, "I promised your master not to leave the castle grounds. I gave my word."

"Cheer up, son. There's a profound lesson," said Forte as Belle looked up at the organ; the latter starting to grow suspicious, "keeping your word is much more reluctant than giving joy to others."

"You're twisting what I'm saying," said Belle as she looked at Forte with a raised eyebrow.

"Not at all," replied Forte, "I agree with you. Take care.  Let the master do the same.  Never mind that the tree was always...his favorite part of Christmas."

Belle looked at the pipe organ with a suspicious look, unsure whether to listen to him or not. "Please, Belle," begged Chip, "pleeeeeeeaaase?"

"It...looks dangerous," said Belle as she turned back out to the forest.

"Mademoiselle, you're in greater danger in this room," chuckled Forte with a smug smirk, "....I assure you."

Belle, unable to argue against Forte's claims, took a deep breath and said, "alright."

"Yes," cheered Chip, happy to see Belle decide to look into the forest for a tree.

"We'll take Philippe," replied Belle, "if we hurry, we can be back until it gets dark."

"HOORAY," cheered Chip as he and Sultan followed Belle out of the room.

"Farewell, Mr. Forte," said Belle as she walked out of the room, "y-you'll keep my secret, won't you?"

"Of course, Mademoiselle," said Forte firmly, "the master will be in the dark."

"Farewell, Fife," said Belle to Fife with a grin, before disappearing from view.

Flattered to have met Belle, and yet in awe of her kindness and warmth, Fife sighed dreamily before waving back. "Farewell," he said happily.

"FIFE," Forte shouts, snapping Fife out of his gaze, "I want you to follow her. Make sure they...don't...come...back."

"Oh, but, Maestro, she's so nice," said Fife, yet flattered by Belle's kindness.

"If you're done tasting, Fife, maybe you can recommend someone else to play your solo," suggested Forte as the chest opened up, revealing the proposed solo for Fife.

Suddenly seeing what was at stake for him, Fife turned frantic before jumping after Belle and her group. "No! I'm going!  I'm going," he exclaimed as he swiftly left the room; an order to assure Forte's opponents remain out of the picture, and a dangerous part of his plan set in motion.

Oblivious to Forte setting up Belle to go into the Black Forest to find a tree, Beast was busy in his own quarters, ready for his own Christmas surprise. Dressed in a formal blue attire, Beast tore off a torn curtain from a window and placed it over a table, all while silently humming a Christmas tune. As he cleaned some of the dust away from the table, he saw that he was almost all set for his gift, with only one reluctant factor left. "COGSWORTH," he called.

In a hallway nearby, Cogsworth, having heard Beast's shout, swiftly rushed to him. "Oh, oh, yes! Er, hang on, uh...we're coming," he muttered.

"COGSWORTH," shouts Beast again as he pushes a chair towards the table while holding a candle stick.

"Run, run, almost there," he said before entering Beast's room and standing before his master, "did you yell, sir?"

"Find Belle. I...well, I..." said Beast, feeling a little unsure, before retaining his firm demeanor, "she has to listen to a song."

"Yes, sir, righto, sir," replied Cogsworth with a salute before getting ready to head out.

Suddenly, Cogsworth stopped himself upon realizing what Beast just said. With this said, he grew with joy. "Splendid! Oh, yes, splendid!  Ohohohoho," he said happily before turning around to carry out his master's task.

Running down the hallway, Cogsworth began his search for Belle; starting at her room. "Belle! Belle," he asked, only to get no response, "oh, where is she?  Belle!"

Meanwhile, back in the ballroom, the rest of the servants were carrying on with their decorations. By now, the table was coming along nicely with plates and glass silverware for everyone about to be seated. "Watch out behind you," said Lumiere as he watched a pot carefully reel a chandelier up above the center table, "too fast!"

This caused the pot to incidentally release the lever hoisting the chandelier up and cause the chandelier to plummet to the table. "Get out of the road! Stop," exclaimed Lumiere frantically, before the chandelier stopped just above the table, undamaged.

"Ha," scoffed Angelique, yet uncooperative, "amateurs."

"Belle," called Cogsworth as he appeared on the upper level, yet trying to find the girl, before incidentally getting his head stuck through a wreath and turning to everyone down below, "I'm sorry, hello, has anyone seen Belle? I can't find her anywhere, and her owner is asking to see her now.  He has a song he wants her to listen to."

"Hoho, that's great," said Lumiere as he lit the candles on the chandelier.

"The last time I saw her, she was going with Chip to find a Christmas tree," said Mrs. Potts as she got onto ground level.

Pulling himself together, but now with the wreath stuck around his chest, Cogsworth decided to take another curse of action. "Alright," he said before turning to everyone, "we have to do a search of the land. Lumiere, you're with me."

"COGSWORTH," called out Beast, alarming Cogsworth, "I'M WAITING!!"

"Oh, dear, very well, very well, I'm almost there," he frantically blabbered as he walked down the stairs, "Mrs. Potts, stop the master. Alright, Lumiere, will you--Lumiere, wait, I'm the leader.  First, you second," complained Cogsworth as he came out of the wreath and ran after his friends to join the search, leaving Mrs. Potts to think about how she'd stall Beast.

Heading outside in the snowy cold, the two friends ran around the snow, trying to find their missing friend. "BELLE!! BELLE," called out Lumiere, only to get no response, "where is she?"

"BELLE!! BELLE," called out Cogsworth.

"Belle! Where are you," asked Lumiere as they ran past the horse stall of the castle.

"Lumiere! Please, wait," exclaimed Cogsworth as he attempted to keep up with his friend.

Cogsworth and Lumiere saw the markings in the snow and saw that they resembled tracks of some kind. Taking a look at where they were leading, the confused Lumiere gasped as he suddenly grew concerned himself. Cogsworth, seeing that the tracks were leading to outside the castle grounds and towards a spooky destination, grew with concern as well. "The Black Forest," said a hesitant Lumiere.

"This is it," asked Cogsworth, "this is what we came all the road down here to--"

"C'mon," said Lumiere to Cogsworth as he ran towards the bridge leading to the forest outside the castle grounds, "hurry now."

Concerned for his friend's safety, and seeing the tracks indeed leading to the forest, Cogsworth followed Lumiere. "Oh, dear," he said, "this is catastrophic."

Reaching the entrance to the bridge, Lumiere turned and saw Cogsworth attempting to keep up with him. "Cogsworth, stop wasting your time," said Lumiere before he began crossing the bridge.

"I'm not wasting my time," complained Cogsworth as he kept following him, "I'm staggering."

"Well, then don't stagger! We're in a hurry, you lazy old....clock," complained Lumiere as they proceeded down the bridge and into the forest, following the tracks.

Meanwhile, back inside the castle, Beast, oblivious to the sudden wild goose chase, was stuffing himself for his surprise for Belle. Making sure his outfit was on correctly, fixing up his hair, and making sure he perfectly set. All that was left to do now was wait for Belle. Unfortunately, time went on and there was no sign of her, nor was there any report from Cogsworth or Lumiere on their whereabouts. Growing more and more impatient with each passing moment, Beast sighed as he kept waiting. Ultimately, the candle melted and Beast found himself standing at the window, looking out at the now dark heavens. "Because am I yet waiting," he silently complained before shouting, "MRS. POTTS!!"

The doorway burst open and Mrs. Potts, riding her tea cart, drove towards Beast's table. "Hold on! Such a lively day," she said before reaching Beast, "you look really cold to the bone."

Yet annoyed over Belle not showing up, Beast sat in his chair. "Where's Belle," he asked.

"How about a nice cup of tea, sir," asked Mrs. Potts before turning to Beast, "just a little."

Reluctantly, Beast took a teacup complete with tea and was ready to take a sip, but not before turning to the room where Forte was and saying, "Forte, play Belle's song."

As Beast sipped his tea, Forte started playing his music. This tune, unlike his more intense orchestral scores, was a rendition of "Deck the Halls". However, this music was very slow and it didn't seem to be played with much, if any, enthusiasm. "You're not singing," complained Beast silently.

Annoyed, Forte started singing the song. "'Deck the halls with boughs of holly! Fa la la la la la la la la...'"

From outside the room, Beast could hear Forte singing, but he could warn that this wasn't very passionate singing and instead rather dull and bland. "Louder," replied Beast.

"'Tis the season to be jolly...'" Forte kept singing, this time slightly louder, but much blander and dejected.

"Some more tea, sir," said Mrs. Potts, "it's good for the heart, you know."

"No, thank you," said Beast.

"Just one point," suggested Mrs. Potts, yet trying to keep up the stalling.

"Stop this," replied Beast, getting annoyed.

"But there's always room for tea, love."

"I said STOP THAT," said Beast, interrupting Mrs. Potts.

"Oh, my heavens," said Mrs. Potts, alarmed.

"Mrs. Potts..." asked Beast as he stared at the hesitant teapot, "are you trying to distract me?"

"Silly me," said Mrs. Potts as she looked up at the curtain herself, "is that a yellow-bellied double-breasted bloodsucker? Rare this time of year."

"ENOUGH," exclaimed Beast, having seen enough waiting, "where's Cogsworth? Where's Belle?"

"Belle," asked Mrs. Potts, eventually losing it, "w-we...can't find her, sir."

"What," asked Beast as he frowned furiously at Mrs. Potts, "are you leaving me?"

Eventually losing his patience, Beast shut his tea cup onto the cart and stormed into Forte's room in a huff. Closing the doors behind him, locking Mrs. Potts out, Beast walked to a table that had his magic mirror, before taking the mirror and growling, "show me the girl."

The magic mirror lit up, before showing an image of Belle. To Beast's shock, he saw her and Chip, riding on a sleigh being pulled by Philippe through the windy Black Forest. Now seeing why she hadn't shown up, and seeing her in the forest, outside the castle borders, Beast grew with rage. "I'LL TAKE HER BACK," he yelled.

"NO," retorted Forte, before stopping his fury and feigning sympathy, "she has abandoned you."

Beast moaned in frustration before turning to Forte. "Listen to your old friend, right? Did I ever drive you wrong?  Did I lead you astray?  No," replied Forte, before becoming sinister, "...but the girl..."

Forte: The quickest fashion to break your heart

Make you depressed and ill

Is to get tangled up inside

The side effects could murder

As Forte started singing this sinister song, the room started filling up with his green magic. Beast, confused on what the pipe organ was doing, could only watch as the magic engulfed the whole room, before he was suddenly put onto a chair as Forte's green magic started forming sinister-looking green angels.

Forte: All passion is a waste of time

A deadly game for you

I am your friend, you dear friend

I wouldn't lie to you

The green angels flew around the confused Beast, before one of them showed him a mirror, giving him a chance to see his reflection. Despite grinning in an attempt to make himself feel less terrifying, the mirror shattered, adding fuel to Beast’s growing rage. He tried to swat off the angels like flies, but they were too fast, and they disappeared as Beast found himself falling to the ground.

Forte: If you must love someone, may I suggest

You love yourself, just think it through

You'll never leave, and you will find you'll get more rest

You'll always feel as good as new

Your freedom is the most important thing, my friend

YOU MUST BE STRONG, you mustn't bend

Don't speak for hours, don't send flowers

Don't write poems, DON'T SING SONGS AND DANCE!

UNDERNEATH THAT SHINE ABOVE!!

DON'T FALL IN LOVE!!!

The green angels, all sporting mean smirks on their faces, all slowly descended to the ground before sinking through it. "Oh, don't do that," said Forte, before resuming his song.

Forte: As soon as your heart rules your head

Your life is not your own

It's hell until someone's always there

It's bliss to be alone

The green angels appeared again, with some skating around the confused Beast, while others appeared in the air, meeting him eye-to-eye. This bizarre use of magic was extremely difficult for Beast to comprehend, but Forte did not stop his mind controling-like fashions.

Forte: And love of any kind is bad

A god, a child, a cat

They take up so much precious time

Now, where's the sense in that

The green angels fired their arrows at Beast, as Beast, eventually having seen enough of them, tried to catch some of them, only for them to fly into the air, and some of them to meet up with him again and mock him with their hearts.

Forte: Love takes the wildest heart and makes it tame

If you're turned on, then just turn off

Emotions are a fact all great men overcame

Please don't make this catastrophe

Don't get attached to anyone or anything

There's nothing worse than facts that cling

You'll go to pot, you'll turn to drink

You'll never rest, you'll end up mad

AND LOOKING LIKE SOME POOR TORMENTED DOVE!

DON'T...FALL...IN LOVE!!

By now, Beast, already disorientated by the green angel's mischief, was lifted into the air by Forte's powerful magic, meeting him eye-to-eye, as the sinister pipe organ concluded his song. Beast was slowly put back onto the ground as his heart grew with rage again.

Forte: Don't fall in loooooOOOOVE!!!!

Taking a nearby cape, Beast snarled as he ran towards the doorway, ready to make his exit.

Back in the ballroom, the decorations were now eventually finished. All of the chairs were put together, the silverware, plates, glass cups and bowls for the food were arranged in a perfect fashion, while on the walls, wreaths and garlands hung from above the ground. The only one who remained in this ballroom was Angelique. Slowly walking down the table, taking a look at the decorations, Angelique took note by some of the decisions made. "No, no, no, no, no, no, they can't mix bells with holly," she complained as she looked at some of the holly, before glimpsing over awkwardly and hiding the holly behind her back, "however, I have to admit, not bad for amateurs."

Suddenly, a loud roar erupted from upstairs, shattering the fun banter between the castle decorator. Gasping in shock, she looked up and saw Beast standing at the top of the staircase, before he started making his road downstairs. But before Angelique could say anything, Beast, consoled by his own frustration, began trashing the table; smashing a gingerbead house to pieces, tipping the table over on its side, breaking the silverware and cups, throwing the chairs to the wall, and taking the table blanket and tearing it to shreds. This trashing of the table was horrific, and as Beast stormed off elsewhere, Angelique, horrifed by what had become of all her hard work, looked upon the carnage; her heart very heavy. "I knew there was no hope," wept Angelique mournfully as she sobbed uncontrollably, concerned about the roustabouts for her friend, all while she stood in the damaged ballroom; decorations destroyed and joy for the holiday now gone.

The cold, winter wind blew around the tall, snowy trees as night fell over the Black Forest. By now, the temperatures had dropped immensely with the sun starting to set. At this time of night, it would not be a very good time for anyone to be wandering this forbidden place, but for one group of friends, it was a matter of bringing back something special for Christmas. Having gotten Phillipe and trekking through the forest, Belle and Chip, rode on the sleigh as Phillipe braved the rough winds and cold temperatures. Huddled together, the friends held on as best they could, with Belle holding onto Chip. Underneath them, Fife, having managed to sneak his road onto the sleigh, held on tight, feeling uneasy about following them, but mostly hesitant of the dangers this forest had in store. And sure enough, he heard some howling sounds that came from some wolves not too far away. A small group of wolves, similar to the ones that attacked Belle earlier, scurried amongst the trees, picking up the scent of the trail.

At last, Phillipe reached a frozen lake in the middle of the forest, and began walking down a slope leading towards it. Feeling the chill of the cold, Chip slowly opened his eyes before seeing something that made him grin. "There! That's it!  This is it!"

Opening her eyes, Belle looked out ahead and saw a huge tree standing on the other side of the frozen lake. "Oh, Chip, this is perfect," said Belle, happy about having found it.

Phillipe eventually reached the base of the slope. Now all he had to do was cross over the frozen lake to get to the tree. Slowly moving his hooves down onto the ice, he tried to move forward, only to suddenly slide forward a little bit. Fortunately, the ice didn't break through and he turned to the tree, ready for crossing the ice to get to it.

Meanwhile, in a different section of the forest, not far away from the castle, Cogsworth attempted to climb up a snowy hill. "Do you see her," he asked in exhaustion.

"Not yet," said Lumiere, who was further ahead of Cogsworth, "c'mon now. Hurry up."

Near the top of the hill, Lumiere reached the top before looking out over the horizon, trying to find Belle and the others. By now, they had gone a mile and a half away from the castle, which was yet within view from the hilltop. They gazed out over the distance, before hearing Cogsworth shivering and huffing. "You're moving on," he said, "I'll never make it."

Coughing, and almost out of breath, Cogsworth reached the top as Lumiere watched him almost topple over. "Save yourself," he muttered, before collapsing face-first into the snow.

Annoyed, Lumiere sighed before jumping behind Cogsworth. "This will be summer before we reach them."

Raising his two candlestick hands, he pushed them against Cogsworth. "What the..." muttered Cogsworth, before Lumiere started pushing him forwards.

Too late to question his friend, or move aside, Cogsworth was suddenly pushed down the hillside, facing the ground, and with Lumiere now on top of him. "HANG ON," exclaimed Lumiere.

"Oh, dear," exclaimed Cogsworth, before the two of them fell into a large snow pile, before coming out with Lumiere riding on top of him like a snowboard.

As for Lumiere, he kept riding Cogsworth down the hill and through the snow, clearly showing a lot of emotion and thrill over this thrilling endeavor. "C'MON, FOLLOW ME! HAHA!!  FASTER, FASTER," he exclaimed as they zipped through the snow, "I think we've eventually found a use for you; clock-boarding!  No, snow-clocking!  Or...anything!  Haha!"

Riding Cogsworth down the hill, zipping back and forth, left to right, the emotional Lumiere saw an upcoming tree that was tipped over. Thinking fast, he jumped into the air, before landing on Cogsworth again, resuming his fast rush through the snow. For Lumiere, this was a very fun ride, though for Cogsworth, it was anything but, especially for the former.

Back with Belle and Chip, they approached the enormous tree, with Belle holding Axe in her hands. "It's the best tree ever," cheered Chip as they looked at the tree.

"Chip, you're right," replied Belle.

"Merry Christmas, and-a Happy Hanukkah," cheered Axe.

But there was no time to celebrate their discovery, for the wind started to pick up, giving everyone a chill. "We should hurry," said Belle as she approached the tree, "it's getting very stormy."

With Axe in her hands, Belle started chopping the tree down. "OI!! OI," exclaimed Axe as Belle swung him into the tree again and again, "again, with the chopping."

From the sleigh, Fife watched as the group chopped down the tree, before growing concerned himself. "Oh, I have to do something," he said before approaching the front of the sleigh, just behind Phillipe, "Forte counts on me."

As Fife climbed up the sleigh, hoping to unhook it from Phillipe's harness, Belle swung Axe into the tree one last time, before the tree began to tumble down to the ground. Everyone watched as it plummeted onto its side. "TIIIIIMBEEEEEEERRR," exclaimed Chip, before the tree landed on the ground.

Standing on the front of the sleigh, Fife tried to unhook it from Phillipe's harness, but with the heavy screw and the scrawny arms, he wasn't making any progress. Wiping the sweat off his face, Fife kept trying to unhook the sleigh, while Belle tied a rope attached to the sleigh around the tree. Pulling the rope tight, Belle turned to her trusted horse. "Remove it, Phillipe!"

Hearing Belle, Phillipe started walking back onto the frozen lake. This caused Fife to lose his balance and hold onto the side of the sleigh. With the tree now being pulled off, Belle led the others back onto the sleigh. Fife, on the other hand, was sent sliding off the sleigh and into the snow. Picking himself up, soon he was buried in the snow again by the tree being dragged on the ground. As the tree was dragged away, Fife shook the pine needles off his head before seeing Belle and the others making their leave. "Oh, dear," he muttered before rushing away after them, desperate to stop them.

Catching hold of the back rear leg of the sleigh, Fife held on tight, before the sleigh started going down the slope leading to the frozen lake. It tipped downwards before the front reached the ice. This sudden jolt caused Fife to lose his grip, slip off the sleigh and slide onto the ice, in perfect view of Belle and the others. Skidding his slide to a halt, Fife shivered for breath, as Belle and the others noticed the little piccolo. "Fife," asked Belle, surprised to see him.

Cover blown, and unsure at what to do now, Fife hesitantly turned to Belle and the others. "Hehe...hi, Belle," he said as he waved timidly to everyone, "uh...n-nice tree. Hehe."

"What are you doing way out here," asked Belle as everyone looked at Fife with suspicion.

"Ah...nothing. I was just...uh...walking...I mean, uh...I love the bitter cold......I mean, uh..."

Suddenly, another high-pitched toot of music came blasting out of Fife's top, alarming Phillipe and causing him to rear up on his hind legs. Shouting about applesauce and pills, before Fife, trying to catch his hat, let out another high-pitched toot. Everyone winced from Fife's involuntary action, before Phillipe brought his front legs back down onto the ground, breaking the ice and causing several pieces to spread everywhere, revealing the cold water below. "PHILLIPE," exclaimed a shocked Belle as Phillipe turned back to his owner, unsure at what to do.

Not far away, Lumiere was yet snowboarding through the snow with Cogsworth respectively. On the lake, Phillipe was carried off of Belle and the others as they began to panic over their now dangerous situation. "Oh, dear," muttered Belle as she looked around, unsure at what to do.

Unfortunately, as she looked around, she could only see more of the ice breaking apart, and now many ice flows to jump as well. And to make matters worse, Chip noticed the rope holding the tree beginning to snap. "THE TREE, BELLE," he cried, "WE'RE GONNA LOSE CONTROL!!"

Suddenly, the rope snapped and broke apart, causing the sleigh to jolt forward and knock Chip out of control. This sent the shrieking teacup into the freezing water. "CHIP," cried Belle.

Swiftly getting off the sleigh, Belle, with Axe in her hand, jumped onto some nearby ice flows, trying to find her friend. "Oh, where is he," she asked concernedly.

Underwater, Chip was carried away by the current, with nothing to keep him afloat. He muffled out for help as the tree, having also sunk underneath the ice, swept through the water as well. Above the surface, Fife, terrified at what just happened, attempted to hold onto his ice flow, before he was suddenly sent into the water. Luckily, he managed to swim to the surface, but he remained concerned for Belle, who was yet scanning the ice for her friend. Raising Axe into the air, Belle swiftly chopped through the water near Chip. Belle chopped through the ice again, having found him. Belle tried to swim after him, only to get caught in the current as well and get swept airborne. Above water, Fife frantically searched around for his friend, before hearing Lumiere's voice from nearby. "HANG ON, DARLING!! I WILL SAVE YOU," he exclaimed as he and Cogsworth jumped across the ice, hoping to reach their friend in time.

"Oh, dear," muttered a panicked Cogsworth as he followed his friend.

"Oh, dear, oh, my heavens! Oh, dear, oh, my heavens!  Oh, dear, oh, my heavens," cried Fife frantically as he looked around the area, "oh, dear!"

Suddenly, Belle appeared from below Fife, almost out of breath and unable to break through the ice. Fife swiftly sounded off a toot, giving everyone's attention. "Oi, oi, oi," exclaimed Axe before raising himself up and smashing through the ice, giving Belle an opening.

Not wasting another second, Belle emerged from underneath the ice, taking in a huge breath of air and grasping onto the ice. She was freezing in exhaustion, but to her relief, she yet had Chip in her hands. Everyone looked upon Belle and Chip with concern, as the latter coughed the water out of his mouth before catching his breath. "Oh, Chip, thank heavens you're safe," said Belle, relieved that Chip was alright.

"I wasn't afraid," said Chip with a grin.

Another problem suddenly arose, not from above, but from below. The tree flowed past Belle, and the rope wrapped itself around Belle's leg. Caught off guard, and unable to get a good grip, Belle found herself getting pulled back underwater. "AH!! OH, DEAR," she cried as Chip tried to stop her from sinking, "HEEELLLPPP!!!"

But the tree was too heavy, and Belle ended up sinking below the water, saving her gloved hand that was being held onto by Chip. Lumiere and Cogsworth joined in trying to pull Belle back above water, and together with Chip, they strained to keep her from going under, only for Belle's glove to fly away and send the three backwards.

Suddenly, a loud roar erupted from nearby, catching Lumiere's attention. Turning around, he saw that it was Beast, having caught up to the group at last, before furiously frowning into the ice and breaking through it. Diving underwater, he saw Belle drifting off, unconscious, before swimming after her. Above water, everyone frantically searched for their friends, fearing for their safety, before suddenly, something burst through the ice with a fierce snarl. Getting onto the ice, soaking wet, fueled with fury, but having successfully retrieved Belle, Beast carried her in his arms as he began walking towards solid ground. The servants saw Beast approaching them with Belle and grew with relief. "Belle," exclaimed Chip.

But as Beast kept coming their road, their joy slowly faded and turned into concern, for they could see that Beast was not happy at all. Paying no attention to everyone below him, the grumbling Beast stomped his road past them, almost crushing Chip in the process, before getting onto solid ground and marching his road back to the castle, with Phillipe following behind him. Alarmed by Beast's actions, and realizing what was likely to happen next, everyone grew with concern and despair. Belle's attempts to find a tree failed horribly, efforts to keep Beast from finding about what was going on were compromised, and worst of all, Belle almost drowned in the freezing water. While everyone was badly shaken by these events, though, there was one individual who felt the most upset, for his efforts to stop Belle led to her almost drowning. "Oh, dear...what have I done," wept Fife, before bursting into tears, "it's all my fault."

"We all share a certain guilt, my friend," cooed Lumiere mournfully as everyone gathered, "because he dared to hope for a rescue mission."

A short time later, under the dark, cloudy heavens, and once again back at the castle, Belle was in a dungeon not too far away, she was conscious, freezing and very upset. Beast stood near the entrance to Belle's dungeon and frowned at her with fury. "You said you'd never leave," he snarled.

"I didn't try to leave," lamented Belle, "I just wanted to...."

Not having any more arguments, Beast turned away. "You broke your word....and for that...you will rot in this dungeon forever."

With that said, Beast closed the door shut, locking Belle inside, alone, cold and depressed; a desperate plan to make Beast happy having failed horribly, and now doomed to remain in the dungeon for good. "I should've known that you'd never be anything...but a Beast," wept Belle as a tear ran down her face and sobbed hysterically.

An overhead clock bell started going off as the complete moon was blocked away by the surrounding clouds. This ringing signified the end of the previous day, and the beginning of the next, but for everyone in Beast's castle, despair shrouded them all. Gathering in the main castle room, the servants heard the bell ringing and were gloomy. "Midnight," sighed a mournful Lumiere, before turning to an equally mournful Cogsworth, "Merry Christmas, Cogsworth."

"If only," replied Lumiere as he and Cogsworth joined the other servants in wandering to a different part of the castle; their Christmas plans having failed.

Meanwhile, sitting in his quarters and looking out at the cloudy heavens, Beast sat alone in the dark room. Having just thrown Belle into her respective dungeon, he was yet very upset over what occurred during the day. "Oh, my darling old friend," said Forte, feigning sympathy, "I warned that you don't feel like it. Facts were so much easier before they came past.  Before we...hoped so."

Listening to Forte's words, Beast let out a silent sigh, feeling upset, but not frustrated. Instead, much like virtually everyone else in the castle, he was very mournful that it had to come to this, and for his decision to lock his friend away. "I thought...she was the one," he muttered.

Meanwhile, in Belle's dungeon, she sat against the wall in her dungeon, having barely moved, and overcome with depression. However, as she sat alone, a tiny hatch from the dungeon door opened up, revealing Chip, Lumiere and Cogsworth. "Belle," asked Chip.

"Hello, darling," added Lumiere as he and Cogsworth gave Belle warm grins.

"There she is," said Mrs. Potts, feeling terrible over Belle's predicament, as she and the other servants entered the dungeon, "let's go."

"Merry Christmas," said Lumiere as everyone, including Fife, Angelique and the ornaments, gathered around Belle.

"Doesn't look so special to me," said Chip as everyone felt mournful.

"Oh, Chip," said Belle, depressed, "I'm sorry...nothing has changed."

"I warned you that nothing would change," said Angelique, "I warned that the master would not allow this. I warned you that Christmas was a hopeless folly."

Belle winced as she shut her eyes, expecting more criticism from the angel ornament, before Angelique spoke up again, this time much more gently. "But...I was wrong."

Surprised, Belle slowly opened her eyes and looked at Angelique, who gazed upon her with sympathy, before she stood before everyone.

Angelique: If I felt lost....and lonely

Not a dream in my head

Your words lifted my.....spirits high

Remember what....you said

Belle looked at Angelique, surprised to hear her consoling words, before she started forming a slight grin.

Angelique: As long as...there's Christmas

I truly...believe

Belle and Angelique: That hope is...the greatest

Of the gifts we receive

Everyone around the two started brimming with emotional joy over hearing them sing. Cogsworth grinned before finding himself being pulled into a hug by an emotional Lumiere. Fife started getting very teary eyed and he wiped his eyes. Chip, who was yet saddened by what just happened, sat in despair, before jumping over to Mrs. Potts, who cheered him up with an embrace and playful nudge. Belle, with Angelique in her hand, slowly got to her feet, regaining her hope for Christmas, and sharing a slow dance with her new friend.

Belle and Angelique: As long as our guiding star

Shines...above

Angelique: There'll always be Christmas

Belle: But there always

Will be a time

If the world...is filled with peace....

And loooooOOOOVE!!!!

The clouds outside slowly cleared away, revealing a bright, glowing star in the heavens. The light from this star illuminated in the dungeon, almost as if it was symbolizing everyone's hope for Christmas slowly coming back, despite the hard circumstances. Belle slowly sat back down near the wall as everyone gathered around her, happy to be together for Christmas.

Back with Beast, he was yet wallowing in his depression as he paced back and forth. "Oh, it pains me to see you like this. Why torment yourself," said Forte, once again feigning sympathy, before turning to the enchanted rose with a sinister look, "there's the symbol of your curse.  Destroy it, and end these adolescent moments of...love and redemption.  End your pain forever."

Turning to the rose, Beast slowly approached it and removed the glass container around it. Slowly lifting his finger toward the rose, seeing its current state of having started to wilt, Beast started to grow with frustration, for this was the symbol of his cursed form; the very reminder at what just happened to him a decade ago, until he was cursed by the enchantress. Forte, sensing Beast's rising frustration, spoke once again. "Yes! Do it!  Smash it," manipulated Forte; his voice fueled with venom and hate.

Raising his fist and growling in rage, Beast shook his arm as he was ready to bring it down and destroy the rose. But just as it seemed he was going to smash the rose, one of the petals came loose and fell. Beast watched as this petal fell, before seeing it fall not onto the table, but on the gift that Belle had wrapped up for him. Seeing the gift, Beast's rage suddenly faded away, before a grin formed across his face. "Belle," he whispered.

Forte, seeing Beast lose his fury, became confused, before hearing what sounded like the unwrapping of paper. He tried looking around Beast, confused on what was going on. "What are you doing here," he asked, "what is this?"

The ribbon that was keeping the wrapping paper slowly fell to the ground, before Beast came walking back towards the fireplace, with the unwrapped gift in his hands. He looked at the gift and saw that it was the storybook that Belle put together for him. Once again reminded of the Christmas until he was cursed, especially since this was one of the gifts he rejected from his servants, he didn't know what to make of it. "Oh, a storybook. Does this have nice pictures you can color," asked Forte sarcastically before chuckling, "absolutely awful, master."

"No! This one is different," said Beast firmly as he frowned at Forte, before turning back to the book, "it's...from Belle."

"Well, that would explain the creative packaging," commented Forte.

"SILENCE," snapped Beast, having seen enough of Forte's words, before sitting in his chair near the fireplace, "I want to read."

Forte silently sighed with disgust, before Beast turned back to the book and opened it up. But before he began reading through the book, though, he noticed the rectangular item that was placed on top of it. Beast could warn that it was most likely from the team, before he pressed a glowing blue button in the center. This caused the device to open up and play a recording with a familiar voice; a voice that Beast was immediately able to recognize. "'Every morning, as the sun peeks over the horizon, a giant rock formation catches the first rays of light. This is Pride Rock, home to my good friend King Mufasa and his lovely wife, Queen Sarabi.  On this particular morning, animals from all over the Pride Lands had journeyed to Pride Rock to honor the birth of their newborn cub, Simba.'"

Listening to the recording, and recognizing the voice, Beast turned back to the gift, before reading through the book. Right away, he could warn that Belle was the leading player in writing this story, and, as if hearing her voice play through his head, he read through the paragraphs, while looking at the illustrations.

"'As part of the celebration, Rafiki had a special duty. He cracked open a gourd, dipped his finger inside and made a mark on Simba's forehead.  Then Rafiki lifted the future king up high for all to see.'"

Reading through this story, Beast felt a feeling of warmth grow inside his heart. Not only was this story inspirational, but it also reminded him at what he was going through. While this could've been enough for him to sink into despair again, that was no longer the case, for this story had a much deeper meaning to it, rather than simply rewarn what he had been through. In addition, the illustrations of grand adventures, with difficult but conquerable challenges, and victories that seemed big, made Beast grow even more amazed by what he was reading, especially since some of them had the cast members conquering over the many adventures they had throughout their lives; some on their own, but most as a team. He looked at the illustrations before reading the final paragraph of the story.

"'The elephants trumpeted with their trunks, the monkeys jumped up and down, and the zebras stamped their hooves with happiness.'"

This last sentence in the story struck a chord in Beast's heart, especially after he saw Belle's signature printed underneath it. Lost in his thoughts, he looked, thinking about all that he had went through to make it this far. "Huh...happiness," he muttered.

Turning back to the storybook, Beast saw an illustration of Belle, before slowly formed a grin on his face. With the fashion he was given a special gift, despite his feelings of despair over Christmas, and how it was given to him by Belle, the same individual whom he felt would never accept him, he felt a glimmer of hope grow in his heart. He had braved the risks to deliver him this special gift, and upon reading it, and Beast could no longer feel any hate for Christmas. Instead, he felt the feeling of consolation that there were these who cared for him and would help him break the spell. Gently closing the book, Beast got up from his chair and began walking towards the doors, knowing straight away what to do next. "No, Master! COME BACK," exclaimed Forte, only for Beast to close the doors, leaving him on his own, "SHE'LL EXTEND YOUR TORTURE ALONE!!"

Meanwhile, in Belle's dungeon, everyone was happy to be together, before Chip approached Belle, having a thought of his own. "You know, Belle," he asked, "I don't need a tree to celebrate Christmas."

"And I can do without mistletoe," said Lumiere happily before giving an alarmed Cogsworth a kiss on the cheek.

"Well, I don't need tinsel," replied Cogsworth, annoyed by Lumiere's antic.

"Oh, I don't need holly," said Lumiere, feeling challenged.

"And I don't need a wreath," retorted Cogsworth.

"I don't need ornaments."

"And I don't need turkey!"

"I don't need a refill," exclaimed Lumiere, their argument having gotten loud and long.

"I don't need pudding," exclaimed Cogsworth before blowing out Lumiere's head flame.

Lumiere: To each his own, my friend

You know how to get me stressed

But if it comes to making Christmas special

Cogsworth: I'm a cut above the rest

Lumiere: If you could see facts clearly

You would say that I've been blessed

Cogsworth: You can't hold a candle to my timing

Lumiere: 'Ah! I'm a cut above the rest'

This sudden arguing between the two caused Belle to take a stand.

Belle: You belong side by side

You should never be apart

Because if you're both together

You're really twice as smart

Belle's words caused the two to look at her, before Cogsworth smirked at Lumiere. "'Twice as smart'," replied Cogsworth, "she does have a point."

Lumiere formed a grin as well, agreeing with Belle. "Yes, well, she does have a point," he said before he and Cogsworth grinned at each other again, only this time, their grins being genuine, before they started dancing.

Cogsworth: I'd say that as a team

We have had to be the best

Lumiere: Now we've found something we both agree on

We're a cut above the rest

Lumiere and Cogsworth: There's no doubt that as a team

We two are the very best

Everyone who knows us must agree

We're a cut above the rest

Lumiere, Cogsworth and Belle: There's no doubt that as a team

Belle: You two are the very best

Everyone who knows you must agree

Lumiere and Cogsworth: We're a cut...

Belle: A cut above....

All: Above the rest!

This sudden music number caused everyone to dance around, having a fun time together, but as this carried on, the dungeon door creaked open, revealing Beast standing at the doorway. Upon seeing Beast, the servants got hesitant. "Oops," said Chip, "it's the master."

But, much like until he walked into the dungeon, Beast was not in the mood to argue. Instead, he hesitantly walked inside. "Uh...Belle?"

Belle looked at Beast, unsure at what to say, but it didn't take long for her to realize that Beast wasn't frustrated in the slightest and appeared to feel genuinely bad about something. The servants looked at Belle, concerned about what Beast was going to do to her, before the objects entered the dungeon as well. Together, they watched as Beast approached Belle before looking her in the eyes. "Can you forgive me," he asked.

Staring into Beast's eyes, Belle could warn that he was feeling bad, and he didn't have any tone of fury in his voice either. She slowly took Beast's hand while everyone watched, liking where this was going, before Belle replied to Beast with a kind grin. "Of course. Merry Christmas."

Everyone burst into cheers, happy to see Belle and Beast reconcile. "Let's give Belle the Christmas she's always wanted," said Beast happily to the servants.

Meanwhile, in a dark room, surrounded by candles, someone was recalling everything that was going on. "Well, Beast is having a girl, and it's a happy ending for everyone. Enchantment...lifted...and Forte fades into the background.  No longer reluctant......no longer...needed," Forte said to himself, before suddenly shouting louder, "I DON'T THINK SO!!"

Overcome with extreme rage, Forte played his organ music once again, but this time, he pressed against the keys with every bit of force he had in his body. This caused the pipes to blow out the music in such a loud frequency that it began to shake the room. This intense blast of music caused the nearby windows to crack and break apart, and an overhead chandelier to fall from the ceiling and smash to the ground. This music was so loud and powerful that it began shaking the whole castle, including the dungeon where Belle, Beast and the others were. Caught off guard, everyone hesitantly backed towards Belle and Beast; the latter shielding Belle with his arms, before everyone looked up at the shaking ceiling above. Forte's loud, evil laughter, echoed through the castle as the ceiling suddenly cracked apart, sending huge piles of rubble and debris plummeting towards the group. Lumiere and Cogsworth guided the other ornaments away from the chaos. More pieces of wood came smashing down amongst the group as the dungeon shook like an earthquake. The loud, thunderous laughter once again echoed through the shaking room, before Fife, recognizing it, grew with fury. "Forte," he muttered, before exiting the dungeon and rushing after him.

"Hurry now! Hurry up," said Mrs. Potts as she gestured the hesitant ornaments away from the falling debris.

"WILL YOU BELIEVE I NEVER TOOK A LESSON," exclaimed Forte.

The frequency of Forte's music was so intense and loud that it caused not only more falling rubble to fall from above, but also the dungeon to split in half, separating Beast from everyone else; the former of whom was trying to break through the door. "Belle," exclaimed Beast, realizing that Belle and the others were in danger.

Rushing back to Belle, but too late to save her, he could only reach out to her as her side of the dungeon was slowly pulled off of him. "BELLE," he cried as he desperately reached out to her.

"OH, DEAR!! HEEEELP," cried Belle as she and the others backed as far away from the widening gap as possible.

The castle kept shaking uncontrollably as Forte kept playing his music, not caring about anyone he was endangering. As for Fife, he kept rushing towards the West Wing leading to Forte's room, dodging the falling debris left and right, before reaching the door, where he could hear Forte's organ music at its loudest; confirming his suspicion that Forte was behind all this. "MAESTRO," he cried, getting the frustrated Forte's attention, "STOP!!"

Forte halted his music upon hearing Fife's words, but only temporarily. "What do you think you're doing here," asked a furious Fife.

"DON'T YOU SEE, FIFE? THEY CAN'T FALL IN LOVE IF THEY'RE DEAD," shouts Forte; his words echoing across the room.

"I'm warning you what I see; A BIG OLD WINDSACK," Fife retorted, only to turn awkward over his unintentional pun, "hehe."

"You could've joined me, Fife," said Forte before he played his keyboard again, causing another shake that made Fife shake, "BUT I SEE MY TRIUMPH IS A SOLO ACT!!"

Fife was sent spiraling towards the chest, and upon bumping into it, the sheets of paper were sent flying around the area. Taking one of the sheets, Fife realized something horrible that made him furious; it was fully blank. "My solo...IT'S STATIC," he exclaimed before frowning at Forte, furious to have been lied to.

"AHAHA!! So native," said Forte as he resumed his chaotic music, shaking the castle even harder, "YOU'RE A SECOND LAYER, FIFE, AND THAT'S ALL YOU'LL EVER BE!!!  MARK MY WORDS, YOU SHOULD NOT GO TO THE BALL!!!!"

At the dungeon, Belle's section of the cracked ground had gone even further from Beast's; too far for her to reach for his help. In addition, everyone could hear Forte's maniacal gloating, before Beast became overcome with rage again, for he now knew who was responsible for this chaos. "FORTE," he raged.

"WE CAN STAY AS WE ARE," exclaimed an insane Forte as he played his music much more intensely, "FOREVER AND EVER!!"

Pieces of debris and rubble came raining down all around him, as a column came smashing down as well. Forte burst into loud, maniacal laughter, unable to control his loud, evil gloating, before another loud voice erupted from nearby. "FORTE!!"

This caused Forte to stop his laughing and look at the doorway, before it suddenly burst open, revealing a very frustrated Beast with a brief flash of lightning going off behind him. "ENOUGH," yelled Beast upset, furious at Forte's actions.

"Oh, thank heavens! Master," said a surprised Forte as Beast approached him, before suddenly yelling back, "'YOU'RE NOT SINGING!!'"

Forte played a section of keys on his keyboard, causing another burst of loud music to erupt and shake the area, but this also caused a green trail of magic to fly through the room and strike Beast in the face, causing him to fall backwards and slide across the ground. Back with Belle, she pushed a large beam towards the chasm, creating a bridge for everyone to cross. Leading the road, Belle carefully made her path across while everyone else followed her. "C'mon now," she said, "careful now."

But while Belle and the servants found a safe fashion to cross, facts were not improving for Beast. Forte unleashed another loud blast of power from his organ, causing the room to shake and become surrounded by beams of magic. Beast, having gotten to his feet, frowned furiously at Forte, before seeing Belle appear side-by-side. Just outside the room, the West Wing shook around violently as the attack continued. Lumiere, Cogsworth and Angelique appeared and watched in concern as Forte continued his violent assault, before they spotted the rose sliding towards the edge of its table. "OH, DEAR!! THE BELL JAR," exclaimed Lumiere as he and the others rushed to stop the rose from getting damaged.

Barely making it to the table in time, Cogsworth, held up by Lumiere, caught hold of the container holding the rose. "Found it," he exclaimed as Lumiere attempted to keep his balance.

"Oh, be careful," cried Angelique, concerned for the rose.

His music played at its most intense hesitation, the room shaking uncontrollably and his magic overheating the whole room, Forte frowned at Beast and Belle. "IS THIS HAPPY ENOUGH FOR YOU, MASTER," he yelled, "I KNOW I'M DOWNRIGHT GIDDY!!"

Magic blowing everywhere around him, the music playing too louder, and feeling the breeze of Forte's music, Beast let out a loud roar of frustration, while Belle was almost blown off. But just as it seemed it was all over, Fife rushed over to everyone. "MASTER, THE KEYBOARD!!"

Hearing Fife's voice, Beast frustratedly turned back to Forte's keyboard, and saw him press more of his keys, adding more churning waters to his attacks. Having seen enough, and mustering up all his strength, Beast made his road towards Forte, enduring the intense breeze and determined to end this once and for all. Forte, caught up in his own loud laughter, failed to notice him approaching his keyboard, until eventually, Beast reached the keyboard, caught hold of it with his muscular hands, and lifted it into the air. He strained and gritted his teeth before he lifted the keyboard above his head. This caused the keyboard to stop playing the music, as well as the blasts of magic fading away, now that their source of power was detached and rendered useless. Forte sighed in pain upon realizing this. As for Lumiere and Cogsworth, the former yet held onto the latter, who yet held the rose container in his hands. Making his road to the table, Lumiere reached the table, before he suddenly lost his grip on Cogsworth. Everyone looked and saw that the rose was back on the table, fully undamaged, and with that, they sighed with relief.

But while the rose was safe, and the music had stopped playing, the danger wasn't over yet for Beast. Beast, yet holding the keyboard above his head, strained before tossing the keyboard off. This caused the keyboard to smash to the ground, breaking its keys beyond repair. Enraged, Forte was ready to retaliate, but before he could muster, this caused the chain to break apart, before eventually, they broke off the wall. "AAUUGGHH," yelled Forte upset, before seeing himself falling apart and plummeting to the ground, who growled in frustration before shouting out an enraged "STEELE!!"

This yell was so loud that it echoed across the turbulent waters. Everyone watched as the shrieking Forte plummeted, before eventually, he smashed onto the ground and landed face-first onto the concrete underneath him. This resulted in a huge smash that sent a lot of dust flying around the area. As the dust slowly began to dissipate, everyone gathered as they looked upon the aftermath of this horrific confrontation; a damaged room with a lot of rubble, sheets of paper flying around the room, and the remains of a destroyed Forte scattered around the area. A truly immense level of carnage, but to everyone, the worst was now over. His fury fading away, and relief of his friends being alright, Beast looked upon the remains of Forte, relieved that it was over, but yet tearful that it had to be this fashion. "Forte," he mourned as Belle consoled him, hearing the frustrated pipe organ shout his name.

Despite Forte's shocking attempt to bring the castle down, he was swiftly defeated, and everyone made it out alright. With that problem now completed, there was only one fact left to do. And sure enough, standing in the ballroom of the castle, Angelique looked around with brimming pride. "Oh, yes," said Mrs. Potts, as she stood alongside Chip, Fife, Lumiere and Cogsworth, all dressed for the upcoming occasion, "it's pretty."

"And you said it wasn't possible," teased Lumire as he smirked at Angelique.

"Nuh-uh-uh-uh-uh-uh. I said it wouldn't be possible without...me," replied Angelique with a grin.

"Everyone, csendes, come here," said Cogsworth as everyone looked at the nearby doors ahead of them.

"Wow," muttered Chip.

The two doors opened, courtesy of Axe and some of his workers pushing them open, revealing Belle and Beast, both dressed in formal attire for the upcoming celebration. "Everything's perfect," said Cogsworth happily, "oh, isn't it beautiful?"

Gesturing for Belle to keep going, Beast watched as she looked and saw something that filled her with joy. It was a large Christmas tree, full of ornaments, ribbons tied around some of the branches and candle lights lighting up the tree. "That's great," said Belle.

Everyone burst into cheers, happy to have made Belle a happy Christmas. As they celebrated, Beast slowly walked up to her and looked at the tree with her.

Present Time

"And what a wonderful Christmas it was," Mrs. Potts said, completing up her story, "if anyone saved Christmas...I think it was Belle."

Standing alongside them were Belle and Beast, now in his human form, Prince Adam. "Merry Christmas, everything," announced Adam to everyone.

Everyone cheered for the master of the castle. "Merry Christmas, sir," said Cogsworth as he and the other gathered around Adam and Belle.

"Merry Christmas," cheered Chip.

"Merry Christmas," added Mrs. Potts.

"Merry Christmas, everyone," said Lumiere.

"Of course," added Belle, before she and Adam turned to Chip, "and I believe we have something a little for you, Chip."

"A gift," asked an emotional Chip as Adam took a gift from his vest and gave it to him, "oh, boy! Thank you all!"

Mrs. Potts watched happily as her son opened up the gift, before Chip saw what was inside. "Hey, Mum, a fairy tale," he said happily, "can you read it?"

"I want to, my son," said Mrs. Potts as she stroked her son's hair.

"Oh, boy," cheered Chip as he and Mrs. Potts walked back to the fireplace.

Everyone laughed with joy over seeing Chip's enthusiasm. Adam gestured to some servants near the windows and gave them a nod. With that said, the servants, who were holding ropes attached to an overhead curtain, pulled them off., unveiling the curtain and revealing what was behind it. It was a new stained-glass window, similar to the ones seen around the castle exterior, before Adam turned to a section of the crowds, having one final fact to do so. "Maestro," he asked.

The crowd cleared off, revealing the new Maestro of the castle; one who also helped in saving Christmas, and was now given a new position in the castle. "Yes, Master," asked Fife.

"Can you honor us, old friend," asked Adam.

"I'm happy," said Fife with a chuckle, before pulling out his piccolo and playing the opening notes for a score.

Together with the castle of orchestra, Fife played the new score as the Christmas celebration continued. As everyone celebrated, Belle and Adam slowly walked out to a balcony, looking out at the beautiful starry heavens and enjoying the moment together, before Adam took out another gift from his vest; this one for Belle. Curious, Belle opened it up and immediately grew with happiness, for in this box was the perfect symbolization of their newfound life together after breaking the spell, and a grand reminder at how they conquered the challenges to get this far; a rose. Belle turned back to Adam, flattered by the gift, before the two of them looked out over the horizon. For Belle and Adam, it was another Christmas spent exchanging humble gifts, spreading joy to their friends and family, and creating memories that were bound to last forever. Under the starry heavens, with the evening star shining brightly above the castle, symbolizing the never-ending strength of hope, the Christmas celebration continued long into the night at this beautiful castle; a grand holiday once again celebrated, and the memories of last year's Christmas adventure bound to remain forever...the tale of Beauty and the Beast, and the Enchanted Christmas.