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The world above is a wonderful place.

But everyone knows

the true magic lies...

... under the sea,

where the water is clear, the fish swim free,

and the mer-people live in the beautiful kingdom of Atlantica.

King Triton ruled the seas with a fair hand...

- Yoo-hoo! - You're very kind.

- ... and an open heart.

Ariel! Oh!

Oh, my.

No one loved music more than Triton's beloved queen, Athena.

She and their seven darling princesses

filled his life with joy and song.

- Oh!

Good night, girls.

Ah, yes, the king loved his queen,

and he took every opportunity to show her.

Our song.

Our song.

Oh, mon! It was a magical time!

The pure joy of song filled life in Atlantica.

- Shh.

But even the brightest days can be darkened by an unseen tempest.

Go!

Somewhere in the chaos, Queen Athena was lost to us.

Athena!

No!

Each note of that lovely melody

seemed to deepen the king's anguish.

He couldn't bear to hear it.

From that moment on,

the king's heart stayed dark.

And music was banned from Atlantica...

... forever.

Ten years later, Atlantica looked the same.

But I can't say that about... everything.

- Uppy-uppy, my darlings. - It's us.

Governess!

- Hey! - Rise and shine.

- Why so early? - Mustn't be late.

But it's still dark out.

Uh...

- Oh. Hi. - Wakey-wakey.

- Oh, I was dreaming about a boy. - Yes. Come on, girls.

- But I need my beauty sleep. - Tell me about it.

Easy for you. No one cares what you look...

- Move it. - I think you're lovely.

Can't we meet Father later?

I don't get to make those kinds of decisions.

Any decisions, really.

- Get up!

- OK, we heard you. - We're going as fast as we can.

All right, all right, all right. Move your tails.

This is our special time with your father.

Special? It's the same every morning.

- She's got a point. - That's what your father cares about.

Predictability, presentation, punctuality.

- That's all Dad cares about. - She's got a point.

- You've got your own mirror! - Two minutes.

Stop primping!

- Anyway, I told her, she used to... - Come on, Ariel.

Why can't he let us do something different? Just once.

Give him a break. He's the king, remember?

- You try running a kingdom. - I wouldn't run it like this.

Don't upset him, Ariel.

Just because you're the oldest, Attina,

- doesn't mean you can boss us around. - Yes, it does.

Benjamin, if we're late again, I'll never get a promotion.

- Marina... - Come on, girls.

Not that I want a promotion. No, no, no, I love this job.

Looking after you is what I live for.

Really.

- I hate this job! - The less said the better.

Whoa! Whoa!

- Good morning, Your Highness. - Sebastian.

- Oh! - Anything to report?

Unfortunately, the sprat and the... smelt

were still... squabbling.

No worries. I told them I'd sic the salmon on them.

Sebastian, what would I do without you?

You'd be negotiatin' with the sprat and the smelt, that's what.

Shh!

- Good morning, girls. - Good morning, Father.

- Marina. - Good morning, Your Majesty.

- Sebastian. - You're late.

I... uh...

- Your Majesty.

Well, I presume you've all been attending

- to your royal duties this week. - Yes, Father.

- We've been working diligently. - We're always done early.

- Shh! - And the coral is in bloom.

- Clam it! - Enough!

So I thought maybe we could go for a swim on the reef?

- Not today, Ariel. - But it only happens once a year.

- It could be fun. - I don't have the time.

I was thinking we could just skip the morning walk.

Ariel! Your father said no.

Yes, sir.

Nice job.

- Be on time tomorrow.

- Let's move it! - OK, we're coming.

- Time to go. - Great.

Here they come!

Well, hi to you, too. Oh, get...

- That's it!

- Ooh!

- Aah!

Your Majesty, I was thinking about making some changes in the palace staff.

- Huh? - Really?

Got it!

- Watch it! - Careful!

Get up!

Cuckoo!

That will be all, Sebastian, Marina.

- Good day, girls. - Goodbye, Father.

- Thank goodness that's over. - Ariel.

Oh! Yes, Daddy?

- He sounds grumpier than yesterday. - Time to go.

A princess does not tickle another princess with seaweed.

You saw that?

I was just trying to have some fun.

- You disrupted your sisters. - Well, they laughed.

- Well, I didn't. - Daddy, why can't...

Is it too much to ask that you simply walk with your family?

- That's all we ever do. - Ariel...

- Can't we do something different? - Enough!

You have to learn to respect the way I run this kingdom.

Barnacles.

What? That'll take all day.

Well, then you'd better get started, young lady.

I hate this place.

Mm-hmm.

Snacky-snack.

OK.

- No manners. - This job is killing me!

Oh, dear.

If I have to watch over these spoiled princesses one more day,

- I'm gonna beach myself! - Mm-hmm.

You should've heard that little clawboy Sebastian today. "You're late."

If Triton wasn't looking,

I would have squashed that crustacean into a crab cake!

- Mm-hmm.

- Maybe I'm just too sensitive? - Dip.

- Did you feed them today? - Yes. Twice.

And the key?

Ooh! That Sebastian!

- I despise him! I loathe him! - Never heard that one.

How did that little invertebrate get to be chief of staff?

- Chutzpah? - I want that job.

I deserve that job!

So what if I'm late every once in a while and the girls are miserable?

- Nobody's perfect. - That's right. Nobody's... perfect.

- Nobody's perfect. - That's right. Nobody's... perfect.

- Oh... my. - Everyone makes mistakes,

even... him!

I need to find a clue

Or a good cuticle cream.

A straw to break the camel's back

What I need is one mistake

- Ow! - Oh, so sorry!

Now, color? Sardine Silver?

- No, thanks. - Orange roughy?

- Not in the mood. - Rainbow trout?

Just paint them the shade of clarified butter!

Oh, better be on his guard

So much for my samples.

A teeny dent, a tiny crack

What I need is one mistake

One mistake.

- Oh, my.

- That's right. Three names.

- Ooh, French!

- Big surprise.

I'm the belle of the ball

I'm feelin' it. Big wave!

the loyal royal big shots

- Mmm...

- Pouty. Sassy.

And-wah-wah

And-wah-wah

gotta, gotta have it

A teeny dent, a tiny crack

What I need is one mistake

- Mmm...

Sebastian's bound to make a mistake, right?

Not likely.

Dream killer!

One.

Live from The Catfish Club, it's...

- Flounder!

We love you, Flounder.

Oh, boy.

- Whoo! Oh, yeah!

I'm hot. I know it.

- Hey! - Aah!

Was that... what I think it was?

- Nope. Whoops.

- That! - What?

- That sound! - Oh, that sound.

I was just...

...cleaning out these...

But then you... Hey! And then I...

And then the thingamajiggers just boppity boop, bop, bap!

Can you do it again?

Halt! You're in violation of the Triton Acts!

- All music is forbidden in the kingdom! - Not good.

- Swim! - Hey, get back here!

Faster!

Corkscrew!

Ooh!

Torpedo tube!

Whoo-hoo!

Not again!

There they are!

Fish launch!

- Thanks. - No problem.

- This way!

- My name is Flounder. - Oh, I'm Ariel.

Oh, no!

Princess Ariel! What is the meaning of this?!

- Princess? - Um...

- We weren't doing anything. - No?

Then why were you trying to get away?

Um... 'Cause they were chasing us?

- We heard music, chief.

Music! The princess was making music?

The princess wasn't making music. He was.

Music is against the law! Take him to the dungeon!

- I can't make it in the slammer! - Now!

Wait! This is all a big misunderstanding. Huge.

You are gonna laugh when I explain.

- Which I'm about to do. - In this century, please.

Right. You see, I was just cleaning the coral tubes,

and my friend here was helping me.

That's right. Best friend helpin' out.

- Makin' it happen. - But not making music.

See?

Guards! Escort the princess back to the palace.

- But Sebastian... - And you!

Consider this your first and only warning, mon.

- Humph!

Oh!

Intolerable, I tell you. That girl is working on my last claw!

If I change my hair, he'd notice?

Where's my brush? My brush works better.

OK, bedtime. Outta my way. Don't look now, but dinner exploded on your face.

- It's plankton extract and sea salt. - Pretty.

It rejuvenates the skin and it won't clog your pores.

- Whatever! - It's your face.

'Scuse me.

- Uh, is that my mask? - Nope.

It's got my initial on it.

All of our names start with "A," Aquata.

- My brush? - I was gonna talk to you...

- My lucky seashells? - They're not very lucky.

- Mr. Fuzzyfinkle! - He's so cute. He likes me.

- And my pillow? - Yeah, that's for Mr. Fuzzyfinkle.

- Nice try. - Give it back!

Arista, you always do this! It's my stuff!

- Finally, some entertainment. - You're just the selfishest person...

Shh! Shh! He's coming!

- Good evening, girls. - Father.

- Sleep well. - Good night, Father.

Ariel?

Good night.

Good night.

Why did you do that?

He's our father.

Sit there as long as you want, Ariel.

Nothing's going to change.

Maybe I could have her pillow. Oh! Ha, ha, very funny.

What?

How long has she been in charge?

Right.

Flippity-flop and slide to the side.

- The joint is jumping. - It's time to glide.

Hey! But I got the kelp yesterday.

It's not fair.

I'm weak. Pathetic.

- I'm a lowly errand boy.

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Oh, it's about that time.

- Oh, yeah. - Hey, hey!

All right, let's bring it.

You know what to do.

- Ah! - Ooh!

Shake your body line

Shake it all the time

Work your body line

Work it all the time

Sea kelp. Salty or extra salty. Get your sea k...

Flounder!

- Ariel?

Oh, no.

Oh, Flounder.

- Sebastian! - Whoo!

I tell you, friends, I adore her

Sebastian?

in all kinds of weather

Rock your body in time

- Sebastian.

Oh! Oh! Oh!

Rock your body in time

Ariel! No, don't!

Rock your body in time

Rock your body, child!

Rock your body in...

- Aah! - Love your club.

- Huh?

Oh, wait! I won't tell.

Wait a minute. I won't tell!

Oh!

and that feeling

Though it's been so long

without a floor or ceiling

From, to, from, to, from, to, to,

From, to, from, to, from, to, to, to

what the evening would be bringing

to the silent law they wrote

Every last chromatic note

- This can't happen!

- Your father is the king!

Swifty.

Do you promise to jump, jive, wail, groove, rock steady,

and lend a helping hand to your fellow music lovers?

- I do. - She's in.

Good morning, Your Highness.

Sebastian. Marine.

- Good morning, Your Majesty.

I have a problem.

- It's Ariel. - Ariel? I...

Finally! So you see it, too? Oh, yes.

She's rebellious, insubordinate, headstrong.

We need to immediately implement a series of checks and balances

designed to crush her spirit.

What? Too harsh?

Absolutely! Your Highness, she is young, going through a phase.

I don't remember having this much trouble with any of her sisters.

I do! They're all a handful. We should shave their heads.

- Just kidding.

- Alana wasn't difficult at all. - Yes, Your Majesty.

But Arista and the blowfish incident, remember?

Oh! It took weeks to clean up the palace.

And how about Aquata and that stingray?

- I can still feel it. - Well...

Or the time Attina got her head stuck in the conch shell.

That was me.

Well, perhaps you're right, Sebastian.

Still, it seems Marina could use some help.

I want you to look after Ariel. No offense, Marina.

None taken.

- Soft shell. Stick eye. - Tardy girl. Fish lips.

- Backstabber. Bottom feeder! - Fashion disaster. Babysitter!

Dismissed.

What?

What?

- Uh... You were humming. - I was?

- Out loud. - Don't worry.

- It was just a dream. - I'll tell you what wasn't a dream.

- We woke up at midnight. - And your bed was still empty.

- Really? - Yeah. That is two hours past curfew.

- Oh. - Ooh, was it a boy?

- If it's a boy, I'm gonna die. - Ugh... Drama.

I mean, I'm happy for you, Ariel.

It's just that I'm two years older than you,

and the only one I've come even close to kissing is Stevie.

- Ew! Squid-Lips Stevie? - It was on a dare.

- Whatever. - Girls, let's stick to the subject.

Well, it wasn't a boy, OK?

I was just helping a friend. Out past the kelp forest.

Ooh! Past the kelp forest. It wasn't a boy.

- It was a bad boy.

- Oh, Ariel. - Simmer down there, sister.

- So you were just helping a friend? "Um ... Yep.

Then, where'd you get... this!

Can you imagine what'd happen if Dad found it?

- He's never here. - Don't get cute with me.

This is serious. Where were you?

I was just... listening to music in an underground club.

OK, where were you really?

- Listening to music? - No way.

- What was it like? - Come on. Spill it.

Oh, it was amazing.

The energy, the dancing, the music...

Just makes you feel like...

Like what?

Like when Mom was here.

Ariel, I wanna hear it, too.

- You do? - Me, too.

- OK. Me, too. - Me, too! Me, too!

- Not without me. - Yeah. Everybody does.

Please, Ariel. Please?

- Well... - Oh!

- We'll go tonight. - I'm so excited!

- Music! - What should I wear?

So you think there'll be boys?

- One way to find out. - This is not happening!

You go again and I...

- Oh, lighten up. - Come on.