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Once upon a time,

there was a girl called Ella.

And she saw the world
not always as it was,

but as perhaps it could be,
with just a little bit of magic.

Ah, my darling!

To her mother and father,
she was a princess.

True, she had no title,
nor crown, nor castle,

but she was the ruler of
her own little kingdom,

whose borders were the house
and meadow on the forest's edge

where her people had
lived for generations.

With Mr. Goose...

and all their animal family.

Hello, there. What do
you think you're doing?

Let the little ones
have their share.

We don't want you getting
an upset stomach.

Oh, Gus-Gus,

you're a house mouse,
not a garden mouse.

Isn't he, Jacqueline?

And you mustn't eat Mr.
Goose's food.

Isn't that right, Mummy?

Do you still believe that
they understand you?

Don't they, Mother? Oh, yes.

I believe that animals
listen and speak to us

if we only have the ear for it.

That's how we learn
to look after them.

Who looks after us?

Fairy godmothers, of course.

And do you believe in them?

I believe in everything.

Then I believe in
everything, too.

Her father was a merchant

who went abroad

and brought tribute back from
all of Ella's subject lands.

Ella!

Where are my girls,
my beautiful girls?

Where are my darlings?

Ella missed him terribly
when he was away.

But she knew he
would always return.

- There she is!
- Papa, welcome home!

- How are you?

You've grown!

Haven't you, now?

There you go, sir.
What was that?

Oh, this?

I found it hanging on a tree.

I think there may be
something inside.

Oh, it's so pretty.

In French, that is un papillon.

Ouch. Ouch.

You're standing on my feet.

Shall we?

Look, Mummy! I'm dancing!

Whee!

Little papillon.

All was just as it should be.

They knew themselves to be the most
happy of families to live as they did

and to love each other so.

But sorrow can
come to any kingdom,

no matter how happy.

And so it came to Ella's home.

I'm so sorry.

Thank you, Doctor.

This must have been
very difficult for you.

Come.

Ella.

Ella, my darling.

I want to tell you a secret.

A great secret that
will see you through

all the trials that
life can offer.

You must always remember this.

Have courage and be kind.

You have more kindness
in your little finger

than most people possess
in their whole body.

And it has power,
more than you know.

- And magic.
- Magic?

Have courage and be
kind, my darling.

Will you promise me?

I promise.

Good.

Good.

And...

I must go very soon, my love.

Please forgive me.

Of course I forgive you.

I love you.

I love you, my darling.

I love you.

Time passed, and
pain turned to memory.

In her heart, Ella
stayed the same.

For she remembered her
promise to her mother.

Have courage, and be kind.

Father, however,
was much changed.

But he hoped for better times.

"And thence home,

"and my wife and I singing,
to our great content,

"and if ever there were a man
happier in his fortunes,

"I know him not."

Thus ends Mr. Pepys for today.

I do love a happy
ending, don't you?

They're quite my favorite sort.

As well they should be.

Ella...

I have come to the conclusion
that it's time, perhaps...

to begin a new chapter.

Indeed, Father?

You'll recall that some
time ago, in my travels,

I made the acquaintance
of Sir Francis Tremaine.

Yes.

The Master of the Mercer's
Guild, is he not?

Was.

The poor man has died, alas.

His widow,

an honorable woman,
finds herself alone,

though still in the
prime of her life.

You're worried about telling me.

But you mustn't be.

Not if it will lead
to your happiness.

Yes.

Happiness.

Do you think I may be
allowed one last chance,

even though I thought such
things were done with for good?

Of course I do, Father.

She'll merely be
your stepmother.

And you'll have two lovely
sisters to keep you company.

Have courage, be kind.

Welcome, ladies. Welcome!

She's skinny as a broomstick!

- And that stringy hair!

You're very nice.

Welcome. I'm so
happy to meet you.

You have such pretty hair.

Thank you. You should
have it styled.

Oh. I'm sure you're right.

Would you like a tour of the house?
What did she say?

She wants to show us
around her farmhouse.

She's proud of it, I think.
Do they keep animals inside?

How charming. How
perfectly charming.

Lucifer.

Her stepmother-to-be

was a woman of keen feeling
and refined taste.

And she, too, had known grief.

But she wore it
wonderfully well.

You did not say your
daughter was so beautiful.

Oh, she takes after her...

Her mother.

Just so.

- What does Mummy mean?
- What's so charming about it?

She's lying. That's
just good manners.

Shut up.

How long has your
family lived here?

Over 200 years.

And in all that time, they
never thought to decorate?

Anastasia, hush.

They'll think you
are in earnest.

Ella's stepmother,

high-spirited lady
that she was,

set out to restore life
and laughter to the house.

Oh, you are awful, Baron.

Ah, fortune favors me again.

Well, look who's having
a party of their own.

Jacqueline, Teddy,
Matilda, greedy Gus-Gus.

Uh-oh.

Just what...

Yes, what do you think
you're up to, Lucifer?

Jacqueline is my guest, and the
eating of guests is not allowed.

Go on, now. You've plenty of
cat food to keep you happy.

We ladies must help one another.

You're missing the party.

Oh, I imagine it's much
like all the other ones.

And I'm leaving first thing, El.

No. But you're...

You're hardly back
from the last trip.

Do you have to go?

It's just a few
months, my darling.

What would you like me to
bring you home from abroad?

You know, your sisters...

uh, stepsisters, have asked for

parasols and lace.

What will you have?

Bring me the first branch your
shoulder brushes on your journey.

That's a curious request.

Well, you'll have
to take it with you

on your way...

and think of me when
you look at it.

And when you bring it back, it
means that you'll be with it.

And that's what I really want.

For you to come back.

No matter what.

I will.

Ella, while I'm away,

I want you to be good
to your stepmother

and stepsisters, even
though they may be...

trying at times.

I promise. Thank you.

I always leave a part
of me behind, Ella.

Remember that.

And your mother's here, too,
though you see her not.

She's the very heart
of this place.

And that's why we must
cherish this house,

always, for her.

I miss her.

Do you?

Very much.

- Remember the lace!
- I simply must have it!

And my parasol!

For my complexion!

That means skin,
if you don't know!

Bye!

Bye, Ella!

I love you!

I love you, too!

Bye!

Ella, dear.

Now, now. Mustn't blub.

Yes, Stepmother.

Oh, you needn't call me that.

"Madam" will do.

There isn't room for me
and all of your clothes!

Well, then make
yourself smaller!

Anastasia and Drisella

have always shared a room.

Such dear, affectionate girls.

Or... Or better yet,
disappear entirely!

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

Sometimes I could
scratch your eyes out!

I think they're finding the
sleeping quarters rather confining.

Oh, well, my bedroom's the biggest
besides yours and Father's.

Perhaps they'd like to share it.

What a wonderful idea.

What a good girl you are.

I can stay in the... The attic.

Quite so.

The attic?

Yes.

Oh, only temporarily, while I have
all the other rooms redecorated.

The attic's so nice and airy

and you'll be away from all
of our fuss and bother.

You'd be even more cozy if you kept all
this bric-a-brac up there with you.

Keep you amused.

Well...

no one shall disturb me here.

Oh, hello, Gus-Gus.

Oh...

Oh.

Go on, Gus-Gus, you can do it.

So this is where
you take refuge.

Me too, it would seem.

Right.

Who's going to help me?

Simpleton.

That is the last straw.

Our little sister, up there,
talking to the woodworm.

How very pleasant.

No cats...

and no stepsisters.

We have a halfwit for a sister.

I've got two.

I heard that.

Who is she talking to?
She's mad.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, Miss Ella.

Good morning, Tom!

Hello. Don't mind if I...

What a lovely Chantecler.
Well done.

Thanks.

'Morning. 'Morning.

Thank you, Miss Ella.

You're welcome.

Ella!

Wake up, girls! It's lunch time!

Mornings did not agree

with Ella's stepsisters.

And they lacked accomplishment

in such domestic arts
as keeping house.

In fact, they lacked
accomplishment in any art.

Oh.

Do shut up.

Ella's great comfort

were the letters that Father
would send from his travels.

The weeks away
lengthened to months,

but every day would bring his
thoughts from some distant part.

Miss Ella, it's the mail coach!

Until late one afternoon...

Farmer John?

Miss Ella.

It's your father, miss.

He took ill on the road.

He's passed on, miss.

He's gone.

To the end, he spoke
only of you, miss.

And your mother.

I was to give you this.

But what about my lace?

My parasol?

Can't you see? None
of that matters.

We're ruined.

How will we live?

Thank you.

It must have been very
difficult for you.

How indeed to live.

Economies had to be taken.

Ella's stepmother
dismissed the household.

Her stepmother and stepsisters

ever misused her.

And by and by they
considered Ella

less a sister than a servant.

And so Ella was left
to do all the work.

This was a good thing, for it
distracted her from her grief.

At least that was what
her stepmother said.

And she and her two daughters
were more than happy

to provide Ella with lots
and lots of distraction.

In their defense, they did share
with her the very food they ate,

or rather, the scraps
from their table.

She had little in
the way of friends.

Well, her friends
were very little.

There you are.

Have dinner with me, won't you?

But those friends she had, she
treated with an open heart

and an open hand.

Your table.

Sometimes, by the
end of the day,

the drafty attic was too
cold to spend the night in,

so she lay by the dying
embers of the hearth

to keep warm.

I thought breakfast was ready.

It is, madam.

I'm only mending the fire.

In future, can we not be
called until the work is done?

As you wish.

Ella, what's that on your face?

Madam?

It's ash from the fireplace.

Do clean yourself up.

You'll get cinders in our tea.

I've got a new name for her!
Cinderwench.

I couldn't bear
to look so dirty.

Oh, Dirty Ella.

Cinder-ella!

That's what we'll call you.

Oh, girls, you're too clever.

Who's this for?

Is there someone
we've forgotten?

It's my place.

It seems too much to expect
you to prepare breakfast,

serve it and still sit with us.

Wouldn't you prefer to eat when
all the work is done, Ella?

Or should I say, "Cinderella"?

Hmm?

Cinderella.

Names have power,
like magic spells.

And of a sudden,
it seemed to her

that her stepmother
and stepsisters

had indeed transformed her

into merely a creature of ash

and toil.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Run!

Quickly, my friend,
or they'll catch you!

Go!

Whoa! Easy!

Perhaps it was just as well that
Ella's stepsisters were cruel.

For had she not run
to the forest,

she might never have
met the prince.

- Easy! Easy!
- Whoa! Whoa!

Easy, boy!

Come on, boy, slow down!

Miss! Are you all right?

Hold on!

I'm all right, thank you!

That's fine. Whoa!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Whoa. Whoa.

Are you all right?
I'm all right,

but you've nearly frightened
the life out of him.

Who?

The stag.

What's he ever done to you

that you should chase him about?

I must confess I've
never met him before.

He is a friend of yours?

An acquaintance.

We met just now.

I looked into his eyes,

and he looked into mine,

and I just felt he had a great
deal left to do with his life.

That's all.

Miss, what do they call you?

Never mind what they call me.

You shouldn't be this
deep in the forest alone.

I'm not alone. I'm
with you, Mister...

What do they call you?

You don't know who I am?

That is...

They call me Kit.

Well, my father does

when he's in a good mood.

And...

where do you live, Mr. Kit?

At the palace.

My father's teaching
me his trade.

You're an apprentice?

Of a sort.

That's very fine.

Do they treat you well?

Better than I
deserve, most likely.

And you?

They treat me as well
as they're able.

I'm sorry.

It's not your doing.

Nor yours either, I'll bet.

It's not so very bad.

Others have it worse, I'm sure.

We must...

simply have courage and
be kind, mustn't we?

Yes.

You're right.

That's exactly how I feel.

Please don't let them hurt him.

But we're hunting, you see.
It's what's done.

Just because it's what's done doesn't
mean it's what should be done.

Right again.

Then,

you'll leave him
alone, won't you?

I will.

Thank you very much, Mr. Kit.

Ah.

There you are, Your High...
It's Kit! Kit!

Kit! I'm Kit. I'm on my way.

Well, we'd better get
a move on, Mr. Kit.

As I said.

On my way.

I hope to see you again, miss.

And I, you.

You sound as if you're the first
fellow ever to meet a pretty girl.

She wasn't a "pretty girl."

Well, she was a pretty girl,

but there was so
much more to her.

How much more? You've
only met her once.

How could you know
anything about her?

You told me you knew right
away when you met Mother.

That's different. Your
mother was a princess.

You would have loved her anyway.

I would never have seen her,

because it wouldn't
have been appropriate.

And my father would have
told me what I'm telling you

and I would have listened.

No, you wouldn't. Yes, I would.

No, you wouldn't. I would.

You wouldn't. You're right.

Well, how is he?

Your Majesty...

Never mind.

If it takes that long to work out
a way to say it, I already know.

Father...

Way of all flesh, boy.

Come.

We shall be late.

And punctuality is the...

...politeness of princes.

His Majesty, the King!

I'm sure your father spoke to you
of your behavior in the forest.

Is it any business of
yours, Grand Duke?

Your business is my business,
Your Royal Highness.

It will not do to let
the stag go free.

Just because it's what's done doesn't
mean it's what should be done.

Or something like that.

Master Phineus, master
of the paintbrush,

patiently awaits.

Make him look marriageable,
Master Phineus.

We must attract a
suitable bride,

even if he won't listen
to a word I say.

I shall endeavor to
please, Your Majesty.

But I can't work miracles.

A splendid canvas,
Master Phineus.

Thank you.

As if he knows
anything about art.

So, these portraits

will really be sent abroad?

To induce the high and mighty to
attend this ball you insist upon.

Which is a tradition.
Which is beloved.

At which you will
choose a bride.

Ah, fascinating.

If I must marry, could I not wed,
say, a good, honest country girl?

How many divisions will this "good,
honest country girl" provide us?

How will she make the
kingdom stronger?

We are a small kingdom amongst
great states, Your Royal Highness.

And it's a dangerous world.

Listen, boy.

Taking you up, Master Phineus.
Good.

I want to see you and
the kingdom safe.

All right, Father,

on one condition.

Let the invitations go to
everyone, not just the nobility.

The wars have brought
sorrow on us all.

What do you think?

Would that please the people?

It's beyond my
wit, Your Majesty.

But I wouldn't mind
a bit of a jolly.

I think we might
have made a bargain.

A ball for the people,

and a princess for the prince.

Sounds like a step in the right
direction, if you ask...

We didn't ask you.

I'm so sorry. Naughty
paint, naughty brush.

Down, please, Samson.

Haven't even got a cushion.

Right, down, down.
Not that... Oi!

I'm on the ground.

I am literally on the ground.
Sorry.

Actually this is a very
good angle for you.

Great nostrils. Could I
have a longer brush?

You don't look well, miss.

Not at all.

Why do you stay there,
when they treat you so?

Because I made my mother
and father a promise

to cherish the place
we were so happy.

They loved our house...

and now that they're gone,
I love it for them.

It's my home.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Quiet!

"Know, "on this day,
two weeks hence,

"there shall be held,
at the palace,

"a Royal Ball.

"At said ball,

"in accordance with
ancient custom,

"the prince shall
choose a bride.

"Furthermore, "at the
behest of the prince,

"it is hereby declared that
every maiden in the kingdom,

"be she noble or commoner...

"is invited to attend.

"Such is the command of
our most noble king."

Excuse me, madam.

Ella was enormously excited

to see Kit, the apprentice.

And her stepsisters
were mildly intrigued

by the notion of
meeting the prince.

I shall trick him into loving me.
See if I don't!

This is the most hugest news!

Calm yourselves.

Now listen to me.

One of you must win the
heart of the prince.

Do that, and we can unwind the
debt in which we were ensnared

when we came to this backwater!

I, a princess?

Or rather, I, a princess?

Having delivered your news,

why are you still here?

You must return to
town right away

and tell that seamstress to run
us up three fine ball gowns.

Three?

That's very thoughtful of you.

What do you mean?

To think of me.

Think of you?

Mummy, she believes the
other dress is for her.

Poor, slow, little Cinders.

How embarrassing.

You're too ambitious
for your own good.

Oh, no. I only want
to see my friend.

Let me be very clear.

One gown for Anastasia,
one for Drisella,

and one for me!

She doesn't know
what that means.

Good. Right.

That's settled then.

Now go!

Every girl in the kingdom
will be chasing the prince.

You must get there first before the
seamstress is drowning in work!

Tell me what she said, Drisella.

I speak French, not Italian!

Wake up, Your Royal Highness.
You're in a daze.

I'm sorry.

You've been off since the hunt.

It's that wonderful girl. I
can't stop thinking about her.

But there are plenty of girls.

But her spirit, her goodness...

You don't suppose she
has a sister, do you?

I don't know.

I don't know anything about her.

Perhaps your mystery girl
may come to the ball.

That is why you threw the
doors open, is it not?

Captain.

It was for the benefit
of the people.

Of course.

How shallow of me.

And if she comes, then what?

Then you will tell
her you're a prince.

And a prince may take
whichever bride he wishes.

Ha! Ha?

Yes, "ha."

You know my father
and the Grand Duke

will only have me
marry a princess.

Well, if this girl from the
forest is as charming as you say,

they may change their minds.

The day of the ball arrived

and the entire kingdom

held its breath
in anticipation.

You want me to be your queen?

Who? Me?

Tighter.

Tighter!

Tighter.

That's it!

A vision, sister.

Likewise.

We must compete for
the prince's hand.

But let it not mean we harbor
dark thoughts against each other.

Of course not, dear sister.

I wouldn't dream of poisoning you
before we leave for the ball.

Oh, nor I of pushing you from a
moving carriage on the way there.

Or I of dashing your brains out
on the palace steps as we arrive.

We are sisters, after all.

And blood is so much
thicker than water.

We shall let the prince decide.

What will he be like, I wonder?

What does it matter
what he's like?

He's rich beyond reason.

Wouldn't you like to know a bit
about him before you marry him?

Certainly not. It
might change my mind.

I bet you have never
ever spoken to a man.

Have you, moon-face?

I have, once.

To a gentleman.

Some menial, no doubt.

Some 'prentice.

He was an apprentice, yes.

All men are fools,
that's what Mama says.

The sooner you learn
that, the better.

The first dance, milady?

Prince Charming,
you're so naughty!

I want to try it.
No, I'm wearing it.

No! No!

Not for the first time,

Ella actually felt pity
for these two schemers,

who could be every bit as ugly
within as they were fair without.

My prince!

- But I will be his queen!

If her stepmother
would not have

a fourth dress made,

it seemed to Ella that
there was no reason why

she would not try
to run it up herself.

And besides, she did
have a little help.

My dear girls.

To see you like this...

it makes me believe one of you
might just snare the prince.

And to think I have two
horses in the race!

I daresay no one in the kingdom
will outshine my daughters.

Cinderella?

It cost you nothing.

It was my mother's
old dress, you see.

And I took it up myself.

Ooh-la.

Cinderella at the ball!

No one wants a
servant for a bride.

After all I've done...

I don't want to ruin anything.

I don't even want
to meet the prince.

Oh, and you won't, because there's
no question of your going.

But, all of the maidens
of the land are invited,

by order of the king.

It is the king I am thinking of.

It would be an insult
to the royal personage

to take you to the palace
dressed in these old rags.

Rags?

This was my mother's.

Oh, I'm... sorry to
have to tell you...

but your mother's taste
was questionable.

This thing is so old-fashioned

it's practically
falling to pieces.

The shoulder's frayed.

- It's falling to bits.
- And this!

It's a ridiculous,
old-fashioned joke!

How could you?

How could I otherwise?

I will not have anyone associate
my daughters with you.

It would ruin their prospects

to be seen arriving with
a ragged servant girl.

Because that is what you are.

And that is what you
will always be.

Now mark my words!

You shall not go to the ball!

Go on, get going!

I'm sorry, Mother.

I'm sorry.

I said I'd have
courage, but I don't.

Not anymore.

I don't believe anymore.

Excuse me.

Can you help me, miss?

Just a little crust of bread,
or better, a cup of milk?

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

I think I can find
something for you.

Why are you crying?

Oh, it's nothing.

Nothing?

Nothing.

What is a bowl of milk? Nothing.

But kindness makes
it everything.

Now, I don't mean to hurry you, but
you really haven't got long, Ella.

How do you know me?

Who are you?

Who am I?

I should think you'd have
worked that one out.

I'm your hairy dogfather.

I mean, fairy godmother!

You can't be.

Why not?

They don't exist.

They're just made
up for children.

Didn't your own mother
believe in them?

Don't say no, because
I heard her.

You heard her?

Oh, fiddle-faddle,
fiddle-faddle.

Right! First things first.

Let me slip into something
more comfortable.

Mmm.

That's better.

Now, where was I?

How did you... Oh, yes.
Let's see.

What we need is something
that sort of says, "coach."

Um...

Oh, that trough?

Doesn't really say "coach."

No, no, I'm liking
fruit and veg.

Do you grow watermelons?

No.

Cantaloupe?

I don't even know what that is.

Artichoke?

Kumquat?

Beef tomato?

We do have pumpkins.

Ah.

Pumpkins?

This will be a first for me.

Always interesting.

I don't usually
work with squashes.

Too mushy.

Let me see. Oh, that'll do.

Yes. Knife?

There you are. Thank
you, darling.

Hello, my strangely
orange vegetable friend.

A quick snip for you.

Ah, lovely!

Ooh, heavy pumpkin!

Look out, mices!

Oh, well. Never mind.

Let's do it here.

Do what here?

Turn the pumpkin
into a carriage.

You're making me
nervous, actually.

Shall I shut my eyes?
It might be better.

Oh, for heaven's sake.
Let's just go for it.

Ah.

Well, something's
definitely happening.

You see, the trick is...

Actually, I've forgotten
what the trick is. Hmm.

I just thought, if it...

If it does get much bigger...
Yes?

Hang on.

Is that what you meant to do?

Do you think that's
what I meant to do?

Run! Run, darling!

Take cover!

There! One carriage.

You really are my
fairy godmother.

Of course.

I don't go about transforming
pumpkins for just anybody.

Now, where are those mice?

Mice? Yes.

Mice, mice, mice.

There they are.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Four white chargers.

Gus-Gus, how fine you look!

But how did you...
Now, where are we?

Got carriage, horses...
Uh, footmen!

Footmen?

Hello, lovely Mr. Lizard.

Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo!

Hello!

You called?

Now, I need that coachman.

Coachman?

Did I say "coachman"?
I meant "goose."

I can't drive. I'm a goose.

Now, shoo!

Everyone into place,
no time to be lost!

Come on!

Fairy Godmother!

Yes, what?

My dress.

I can't go in this dress.

Can you mend it? Mend it?

No, no. I'll turn it
into something new.

Oh, no, please don't.

This was my mother's.

And I'd like to wear it
when I go to the palace.

It's almost like
taking her with me.

I understand.

But she wouldn't mind
if I gee it up a bit?

Wouldn't mind a nice blue?

No.

There.

It's beautiful.

She'd love it.

Now, come on. Off you go. Quick!

You'll be late!

I'm very new at this!

Oh, boy.

Stop that blooming coach!

Whoa!

Thank you.

Just a moment!

Are those the best you have?

It's all right. No
one will see them.

No, they'll ruin the whole look.
Quick, quick.

Take them off. Really
quite hideous.

Let's have something
new for a change.

I'm rather good at shoes.

But...

They're made of glass?

Yes.

And you'll find they're
really comfortable.

Ella, you really must go now.

Oh, Fairy Godmother?

What is it?

My stepmother and the girls?

Don't worry.

I'll make sure they
don't recognize you.

Now, off you go.

For you shall go to the ball.

- Ah, in you get.
- Oh, so lovely.

Oh, do stop wittering on.

Ella!

I almost forgot.

Remember, the magic
will only last so long.

With the last echo
of the last bell,

at the last stroke of midnight,

the spell will be broken

and all will return to
what it was before.

Midnight?

Midnight.

That's more than enough time.

Off you go then. Thank you.

Thank you.

Goosey, go!

Goodbye!

Chandeliers, aloft!

Princess Mei Mei of Fujian.

Princess Shahrzad
of the Seljuqs.

Your Highness!

Princess Chelina of Zaragosa!

Princess Imani of Shona!

Princess Hiina of the
Chrysanthemum Throne!

Lady Tremaine and her daughters.

The Lady Tremaine
and her daughters.

I'm Drisella.

And I'm Anastasia.

People will want to know.
I'm the clever one.

I'm very beautiful.

The very clever Miss Drisella,

and the very
beautiful Anastasia.

Do come on!

The Lord Veneering.

Who are you looking for?

No one.

It's that girl in the
forest, isn't it?

That's why you were so
generous with the invitations.

Father, it was for the people.

I know you love the people, Kit.

But I also know that
your head's been turned.

But you've only met her
once, in the forest.

And you would have me marry
someone I met once, tonight.

A princess.

It's a princess or nothing.

- Hold the doors!
- One more coming in.

May I present Her
Royal Highness,

the Princess Chelina
of Zaragosa.

You are as handsome
as your picture.

And your little kingdom
is enchanting.

I hope the princess will not find
our "little kingdom" too confining.

Miss Ella.

Thank you.

I'm frightened, Mr. Lizard.

I'm only a girl, not a princess.

And I'm only a lizard,
not a footman.

Enjoy it while it lasts.

Your Majesty, Your
Royal Highness,

My Lords, ladies and gentlemen,

distinguished visitors
and people of our land,

the prince shall now choose his
partner for the first dance.

Let our ball commence!

Excuse me.

A thousand apologies,
Your Royal Highness.

I don't know what happened.

Mr. Kit.

It's you,

isn't it?

Just so.

Your Highness...

If I may... that is...

it would give me the
greatest pleasure,

if you would do me the honor of
letting me lead you through this...

the first...

Dance?

Yes, dance.

That's it.

They're all looking at you.

Believe me, they're
all looking at you.

Who is she?

I have no idea.

Who's that, Mama?

I'm not exactly sure, but
this does not bode well.

That's a lovely
dress she's got on.

And how pretty she is.
Concentrate!

You must turn the prince's head, you fools!
Now, get out there!

But no one's asked us to dance.

- Gentlemen.
- Oh!

May I present my daughters,

- Anastasia, Drisella.
- Mademoiselle.

Off you go!

Smile.

Come with me.

- Over there.
- Smile.

So, you're the prince!

Not "the prince," exactly.

There are plenty of
princes in the world.

I'm only a prince.

But your name's not really Kit.

Certainly it is, and my
father still calls me that,

when he's especially
un-peeved at me.

But you're no apprentice.

I am. An apprentice monarch.

Still learning my trade.

Oh, gosh!

Look, please forgive me.

I thought you might treat
me differently if you knew.

I mistook you for a good,
honest country girl,

and now I see you didn't want
to overawe a plain soldier.

Little chance of that.

No more surprises?

No more surprises.

Is that you?

I hate myself in paintings.
Don't you?

No one's ever painted
my portrait.

No? Well, they should.

Who is she?

She gave no name, Your Grace.

You didn't ask?

on account of introducing Princess
Blodwyn of Llanfairpwllgwyngyll...

Shut up, will you?
"Shut up." Absolutely.

I don't believe this!

No! Not her!

Won't they miss you at the ball?

Maybe.

But let's not go back just yet.

What's wrong?

When I go back, they will try to pair
me off with a lady of their choosing.

I'm expected to marry
for advantage.

Oh. Well, whose advantage?

That is a good question.

Well, surely you have a
right to your own heart.

And I must weigh that
against the king's wishes.

He's a wise ruler and
a loving father.

Well, perhaps he'll
change his mind.

I fear he hasn't
much time to do so.

Poor Kit.

People are saying
she's a princess.

Our prince seems quite
taken with her.

She went straight for him.

You have to appreciate
her efficiency.

But surely, if she is a
princess, this may be good.

I've already promised him in
marriage, to the Princess Chelina.

But...

Oh.

Forgive me, Your Grace.

I did not mean to intrude.

No, it's you who have
to forgive me, madam.

Your secret is safe with me.

I've never shown this
place to anyone.

A secret garden.

I love it!

Please.

No, I shouldn't.

You should.

I shouldn't. You should.

I will.

May I?

Please.

Oh!

It's made of glass.

And why not?

Allow me.

Thank you.

There.

There.

Won't you tell me
who you really are?

If I do, I think everything
might be different.

I don't understand. Can you
at least tell me your name?

My name is...

I have to leave.

It's hard to explain.

Lizards and pumpkins,
and things.

Wait!

Where are you going?

You've been awfully nice.

Thank you for a wonderful evening.
I've loved it.

Every second!

"Lizards and pumpkins."

Excuse me.

Sorry! Terribly sorry.

My goodness!

My prince!

You've got the wrong one!

He needs her name!

I know he needs her name.

Her name, you ninny.
Get her name!

Ooh, that really hurt!

Oh, Your Majesty.

Young lady.

I am so sorry.

Oh, think nothing
of it, my dear.

I wanted to say, Your Majesty,

your son Kit is the most
lovely person I ever met.

So good and brave.

I hope you know how
much he loves you.

Excuse me!

Mmm.

Wait!

Wait!

Where are you going?

Hurry, hurry!

Eh? Ah!

Come back!

Hurry!

Hurry, please, Mr. Goose!

Wait!

Watch out!

Captain, my horse.

No!

This may be some intrigue to
lure you from the palace.

Your father needs you here.

Captain!

I was having a fine old time.

You had to go and choose
that one, didn't you?

Yes, I did.

Hurry, Mr. Goose!

Come on!

Hee-ya!

Be careful, Mr. Goose!

Oh!

Oh, my goodness!

You there! Stop in the
name of the king!

Such bad timing.

Halt there!

I know what to do!

Yes!

Oh, yes!

Get this thing open!

Oh, dear!

Ah!

No, no, no.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You'll find it's
very comfortable.

Oh...

Do shut up!

Cinderella! We'll
have to wake her up.

Cinderella!

Wake up, lazy bones!

Tea and a plate of biscuits.

Welcome back!

- You look cheerful!
- And wet!

Oh, uh, I took a walk in the
rain to cheer myself up.

Typical.

Tea.

We did not communicate
through mere words.

Our souls met.

Precisely. My soul and
the prince's soul.

Your soul was over by
the banquet tables.

You didn't see him
dance with me.

Dance with you?

He didn't even speak to you.

It was not our fault, Mother.
It was that girl.

The mystery princess.

Mystery princess?

My, what a charming notion.

Oh, she was no princess.

She was a preening interloper who
made a spectacle of herself.

Oh?

A vulgar, young hussy
marched into the ball,

unaccompanied, if you will,

and to the horror of everyone,
threw herself at the prince.

And he actually danced
with the ugly thing.

- Yes?
- Yes.

He was too polite to send her packing
in front of everyone, you see.

But not wanting to expose us to the
presumptuous wench any further,

- he took her apart.
- And told her off.

But she refused to leave

and the palace guards
chased her from the party!

I pity the prince.
Such bad taste.

They belong with each other.

Well, it's no matter, girls.

The ball was a mere diversion.

The prince is not free
to marry for love.

He's promised to the Princess
Chelina of Zaragosa.

The Grand Duke told me himself.

It's so very unfair.

Yes.

The way of the world.

Oh, hello again.

Thank you for your help.

It really was like a dream.

Better than a dream.

Ella couldn't wait
to write down

all that had happened,

so that she might remember
every single bit of it

just as if she were telling
her mother and father

about the palace ball and
her time with the prince.

Above all, the prince.

Oh, you've come.

Good.

Oh, Father.

Don't go.

I must.

You needn't be alone.

Take a bride.

The Princess Chelina.

What if I commanded
you to do so?

I love and respect
you, but I will not.

I believe that we need not
look outside of our borders

for strength or guidance.

What we need is right before us.

And we need only have courage
and be kind to see it.

Just so.

You've become your own man.

Good.

And perhaps, in the
little time left to me,

I can become the
father you deserve.

You must not marry
for advantage.

You must marry for love.

Find that girl.

Find her.

The one they're all
talking about.

The forgetful one

who loses her shoes. .
..loses her shoes.

Oh, be cheerful, boy.

Thank you, Father.

Thank you, Kit.

I love you, son.

I love you, Father.

Once the time for
mourning had passed,

a proclamation was sent out.

Hear ye! Hear ye!

Hear ye!

Know that our new king

hereby declares his love for...

the mysterious princess...

as wore... glass
slippers to the ball.

And requests that she present
herself at the palace,

whereupon, if she be willing,

he will forthwith marry her...

...with all due ceremony.

Are you looking for this?

There must be quite a
story to go with it.

Won't you tell me?

No?

All right then.

I shall tell you a story.

Once upon a time,

there was a beautiful young girl

who married for love.

And she had two
loving daughters.

All was well... but,
one day, her husband,

the light of her life, died.

The next time,

she married for the
sake of her daughters.

But that man, too,
was taken from her.

And she was doomed to look every
day upon his beloved child.

She had hoped to marry off

one of her beautiful, stupid
daughters to the prince.

But his head was turned by a
girl with glass slippers.

And so... I lived
unhappily ever after.

My story would
appear to be ended.

Now, tell me yours.

Did you steal it?

No.

It was given to me.

Given to you?

Given to you. Nothing
is ever given.

For everything, we
must pay and pay.

That's not true.

Kindness is free. Love is free.

Love is not free.

Now, here is how
you will pay me,

if you are to have
what you desire.

No one will believe you, a dirty
servant girl without a family,

if you lay claim to
the prince's heart.

But with a respectable
gentlewoman to put you forward,

you will not be ignored.

When you are married,

you will make me the head
of the royal household.

Anastasia and Drisella we will
pair off with wealthy lords.

And I shall manage that boy.

But he's not a boy.

And who are you?

How would you rule a kingdom?

Best to leave it to me.

That way we all
get what we want.

No.

No?

I was not able to protect
my father from you,

but I will protect the
prince and the kingdom...

no matter what becomes of me.

Well, that is a mistake.

No!

Why?

Why are you so cruel?

I don't understand it.

I've tried to be kind to you.

You? Kind to me?

Yes.

And though no one
deserves to be treated

as you have treated me.

Why do you do it?

Why?

Because you are young,
and innocent, and good.

And I...

No!

May I ask where you got this?

From a ragged servant
girl in my household.

The mystery princess
is a commoner.

You could imagine when I discovered
her subterfuge how horrified I was.

You told no one else?

Not even my own daughters.

No one need ever know the truth.

You've spared the kingdom a
great deal of embarrassment.

And I should like to
keep it that way.

Are you threatening me?

Yes.

So what do you want?

I should like to be a countess.

And I require advantageous
marriages for my two daughters.

Done.

And the girl?

Oh.

Do with her what you will.

She's nothing to me.

Where? Abandoned on
the side of the road.

And have you found her?
The girl?

No, she's disappeared.

There must be some
reason she vanished.

Perhaps she has been
prevented from speaking.

Do not lose heart, Kit.

On the contrary, lose
heart and gain wisdom.

The people need to know
that the kingdom is secure.

That the king has a queen, and
the land may have an heir.

They want to face the
future with certainty!

Agreed! Then let us be certain.

I am king.

I say we shall seek out
the mystery princess,

even if she does not
want to be found.

I have to see her again.

But if she's not found...

then for the good of the kingdom, you
must marry the Princess Chelina.

For the good of the kingdom.

Very well, agreed.

But Your Highness...

But you will spare no effort.

Your Majesty, of course.

You have my word.

Next.

The slipper traveled the length
and breadth of the kingdom,

visiting every maiden
both high and low,

and every sort in between.

Oh, Lord!

You first, madam.

Well, I'll give it a go.

Right. I say. Where
do you want me?

Oh!

Up! Up I go.

Oh, careful, my
foot's a bit swollen.

I've been...

It's the yeast.

The Grand Duke was
true to his word.

He spared no effort to
demonstrate to the prince

that the mystery princess
was not to be found.

It fits!

It doesn't fit you. It does fit!

- It doesn't fit.
- It's mine!

I am the mystery princess!
Give back the shoe.

Take the shoe away from her!

Don't take the shoe away
from me, please, please!

Please, it's my shoe!

Make way for the slipper!

Can I try the other foot?

I don't think so.

But whatever they tried,

the magical slipper refused to fit
even the most eligible of maidens.

We found the mystery
princess for ya!

What's wrong, Captain?

We haven't found the girl.

I'm disappointed for our king.

Oh, come on, now!
Don't lose heart.

There's one more house.

We must leave no stone unturned.

Horses! Horses!

Mother, it's our chance!

Let them in!

Gentlemen! What a
wonderful surprise.

A moment of your
time, good lady.

Of course, Your Grace.

Please. This way.

Ella did not know
who was downstairs.

Nor did she care.

For surely no one
had come to see her.

Jacqueline, stop it!

It shrunk.

Try again.

Oh, enough!

Though Ella was sad,

her spirit was not broken.

She knew that the ball,

and her time with the prince,

would become beautiful,
distant memories,

like those of her
father and mother,

and her golden childhood.

It fits me!

Bad luck, miss.

Very well.

Our task is done, Captain.

But fate may yet be
kind to us, girls.

Indeed, madam!

Do you hear that, Your Grace?

Let's be off, Captain.

Just a moment.

Madam,

there is no other
maiden in your house?

None.

Then has your cat
learned to sing?

There's been enough play-acting
today, Captain. Let's be off.

But she's lying, Your Grace.

Nonsense! I trust the lady.
We're leaving.

Grand Duke!

Your Majesty.

What sweet singing. Makes me
want to tarry just a little.

Your Majesty, I did not know...

Captain, would you be so
kind as to investigate?

It would be my pleasure,
Your Majesty.

There! You see?

I told you it was no
one of any importance.

We'll see about that.

Miss.

You are requested and required to
present yourself to your king.

I forbid you to do this!

And I forbid you to forbid her!

Who are you to stop an
officer of the king?

Are you an empress?

A saint?

A deity?

I am her mother.

You have never been...

and you never will be my mother.

Come now, miss.

Just remember who you
are, you wretch!

Would who she was,

who she really was, be enough?

There was no magic
to help her this time.

This is perhaps the greatest
risk that any of us will take.

To be seen as we truly are.

Have courage, and be kind.

Who are you?

I am Cinderella.

Your Majesty...

I'm no princess.

I have no carriage,

no parents,

and no dowry.

I do not even know if that
beautiful slipper will fit.

But...

if it does...

will you take me as I am?

An honest country
girl who loves you.

Of course I will.

But only if you will
take me as I am.

An apprentice still
learning his trade.

Please.

Cinderella!

Ella!

My dear sister! I'm sorry.

So very sorry.

Shall we?

I forgive you.

Forgiven or not,

Cinderella's stepmother
and her daughters

would soon leave
with the Grand Duke,

and never set foot
in the kingdom again.

They would have
loved each other.

We must have a portrait
of you painted.

Oh, no. I do hate
myself in paintings.

Be kind.

And have courage.

And all will be well.

Are you ready?

For anything, so long
as it's with you.

My queen.

My Kit.

And so Kit and
Ella were married,

and I can tell you,
as her fairy godmother,

that they were counted to be

the fairest and kindest
rulers the kingdom had known.

And Ella continued to see
the world not as it is,

but as it could be,

if only you believe
in courage...

and kindness and
occasionally...

just a little bit of magic.

- Well done, Ella.
- My turn?

Hmm, where did everyone go?

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