- He'll need a jacket. - Gotta get him out!
- And shoes and hat-- - Gotta get him out!
- In a rat trap! - Trap, trap!
- Where?
- Trap, trap! - In the trap?
Well, why didn't you say so? (low-intensity violin music)
(upbeat orchestral music)
(mice chattering)
Now, now, now, calm down, everybody.
Oh, the poor little thing's scared to death.
Jaq, maybe you better explain things to him.
- Zuk zuk, Cinderelly, zuk zuk.
Now, now, now, look little guy.
Take it easy, nothing to worry about.
(Jaq laughs) We like you.
Cinderelly likes you too.
She's nice, very nice.
That's better.
Come on now, zuk zuk zuk!
(Gus mumbles) - Zuk zuk.
(mice chattering)
- [Cinderella] Well, that's better.
Hmm.
Well, let's just slip it on for size.
(shirt popping) (mice giggling)
It is a little snug, but it'll have to do.
- You know, Eric,
perhaps our young guest might enjoy seeing some
of the sites of the kingdom.
Something in the way of a tour?
- I'm sorry, Grim, what was that?
- You can't spend all your time moping about.
You need to get out.
Do something, have a life.
- Shh. - [Grimsby] Get your mind--
- Easy , Grim, easy.
It's not a bad idea. (bouncy violin music)
If she's interested. (Sebastian's claws fluttering)
(dish bangs) Well, what do you say?
Would you like to join me on a tour of my kingdom tomorrow?
- Wonderful!
Now, let's eat before this crab wanders off my plate.
(waves crashing) (Moana giggling)
(birds chirping)
(birds squawking)
(Moana whimpering)
(Moana grunts) (twig snaps)
(waves crashing) (birds squawking)
(beak snaps) - Shoo, shoo!
(beak snaps) Eh!
(turtle whimpering)
(water splashing) Whoo!
(intense dark violin music)
- How did you find me? - Oh, your hands are like ice.
(Maurice coughs)
- I have to get you out of there.
- No, I want you to leave this place.
- Who's done this to you?
- No time to explain, you must go, now!
- I won't leave you.
- What are you doing here? (Belle whimpers)
- [Maurice] Run, Belle! (lantern sizzles)
- Who's there, who are you?
- The master of this castle.
- I've come for my father, please let him out.
Can't you see he's sick?
- Then he shouldn't have trespassed here!
- But he could die.
Please, I'll do anything.
- There's nothing you can do.
He's my prisoner.
- There must be some way I can.
Wait! (Beast grumbles)
(melancholy piano music)
Take me instead.
- You!
You would take his place?
- Belle, no, you don't know what you're doing!
- If I did, would you let him go?
- Yes, but you must promise to stay here forever.
- Come into the light.
(intense music)
(Beast growls)
(intense orchestral music)
- No, Belle, I won't let you do this!
- You have my word.
- Done!
(melancholy orchestral music)
(upbeat light-hearted music) (Flynn whistles)
(girls gasp)
(girls laughing)
(soldiers marching) (Maximus grumbles)
- Oh, thank you!
- Hungry, aren't we? - Mom.
- You'll get dreadful collywobbles.
Oh, Fergus, will you look at your daughter's plate?
- So, what? (dogs barking)
Oy! - Don't let them lick, oh.
(Fergus laughing) - Boys!
You're not, don't just play with your haggis.
(wet haggis slaps) (Hamish gags)
Now, how do you know you don't like it if you won't try it?
That's just a wee sheep's stomach, it's delicious!
(Queen Elinor puttering)
- My lady. - Thank you, Maudie.
- Psst! (mischievous energetic music)
- [Queen Elinor] Ah, hah!
From the Lords Macintosh, MacGuffin, and Dingwall.
Their responses no doubt. (Ferguson yells)
(boys gobbling)
- [Snow White] Hello, there.
What's the matter?
Where's your mama and papa?
Why, I believe your lost.
Oh, please, don't cry.
(high-intensity flute music)
Come on, prick up.
Would you smile for me?
(Snow White laughs) That's better.
Your mama and papa can't be far.
(birds whistling) There they are!
(intense orchestral music) Can you fly?
Goodbye, goodbye!
(water splashing) (Beast grumbling)
- Here, now.
Oh, don't do that. (Beast growls)
Just hold still. (Beast roars)
- That hurts!
- If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!
- Well, if you hadn't have run away,
this wouldn't have happened.
- If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away.
- Well, you shouldn't have been in the west wing.
- Well, you should learn to control your temper.
(light-hearted violin music) Now, hold still.
This might sting a little. (Beast grumbles)
By the way, thank you for saving my life.
- You're welcome. (light-hearted music)
(woman grunts)
- It's the harvest.
This morning, I was husking the coconuts and...
(brooding music)
- Well, we should clear the diseased trees
and we will start a new grove,
there! (light-hearted flute music)
- Thanks, Moana.
She's doing great.
(light-hearted flute music)
- The law is wrong.
- You've only got three more days.
- Father, I hate being forced into this.
If I do marry, I want it to be for love.
- Jasmine, it's not only this law.
I'm not going to be around forever and, well,
I just want to make sure
you're taken care of, provided for.
- Please try to understand.
I've never done a thing on my own.
I've never had any real friends.
(Rajah grumbles) - Except you, Rajah.
(Rajah happily moans)
I've never even been outside the palace walls.
- But Jasmine, you're a princess.
- Then maybe I don't want
to be a princess anymore. (water splashes)
- Oh! (the Sultan groans)
Allah forbid you should have any daughters.
(Rajah whimpers)
(low-intensity violin music) (birds chirping)
(wings flapping) (light-hearted music)