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Mmm?

- OK.

Come on, girls. Uppy-up.

- Morning. - They're early.

Yes. But why?

Get your sea kelp. Salty or extra salty.

Hey, Ray-Ray. You gonna rock the house tonight?

Well, wouldn't be here just for the halibut.

- Oh, Ray-Ray. - This is so exciting!

Hey, you're in my personal space.

- Stop pushing me. - OK, bossy. Whatever.

- Music! - I know! Isn't it fantastic?

- And we're here together! - Yeah!

Boys, here I come!

Wow. This really is... fantastic.

- Yeah. I'm scared! - Me, too.

- I thought I was the only one. - No no no no...

Ladies and gentlemen, The Catfish Club is proud to present...

Let's just go!

...the original rock lobster.

The one, the only, red tornado!

- Sebastian?

- Way to go, Sebastian! - I love you, Sebastian.

- Hi! - Whoo!

OK. Where are the boys?

Are you a boy? Good enough.

Whoa! I'm Adella.

This is the most exciting thing that's ever happened to me!

- Would you like to dance? - No, thanks.

- Let's dance. - No, thanks.

Would ya like to dance?

I can't dance, OK?

I'm a mermaid with no grace.

I look like a spastic piece of kelp.

Let's go.

Seriously. No, I mean it. You guys, I can't...

Come on.

- That's it! - You've got it!

She really can't dance.

- Oh, wow! - Yeah!

There ain't no problem with that. Ah-cha, cha, cha.

Thank you.

You were right, Ariel. Mom would've loved this.

- Yeah. - Thanks!

- You're the best. - Really.

- Ha!

Whoo-hoo!

- Huh? - Whoo!

Ha!

We be jammin', mon.

That's right!

- Good night, Ariel. - Good night, Andrina.

Zap-it-y-do-dah, zow!

- Night, Arista. - Sweet dreams, Ariel.

- You, too, Alana. - Good night, Adella.

I still didn't get to kiss a boy.

- Good night, Aquata. - Night.

Good night, Attina.

Your Highness.

We need to talk.

Jumpin' jellyfish!

- Quick! This way!

- Hi.

This is how you watch over my daughter?

- Sire, I... - I trusted you.

Sire.

Guards! Lock him away.

- What? No! - Lock them all away!

- But, Your Majesty, please! - Come on. Let's move it.

- I'm with the band. - Sure you are, kid.

Marina, you will take over Sebastian's duties immediately.

As you wish.

- Attina, take your sisters home. - Yes, sir.

- Father, you can't do this! - It's already done!

Aah!

- You are all confined to the palace. - Yes, Father.

Why don't you just lock us in jail?

Ariel, you are confined to the palace

until you understand what you've done.

What did we do? Tell me, Daddy...

- Ariel, leave it alone. - No.

We haven't done anything wrong. All we did was listen to music.

- Which you know is forbidden! - But why? Why can't we have music?

- This discussion is over. - Just tell me!

I do not have to explain myself to you.

I don't understand. We love music.

I will not have music in my kingdom!

I may not remember much about my mother,

but I know she wouldn't have wanted this.

Attina?

You just don't know when to quit.

What?

It's over, Ariel.

But... we were finally happy.

Look around, Ariel.

No one's happy.

Yahoo!

- Who is that? - I don't know, but she scares me.

Whee!

Uh! Don't touch me.

Benjamin, tear out those puny windows.

- Rip down those narrow walls. - Oh, no.

This is just the beginning. I want a balcony

so I can wave down to the adoring crowds.

But high enough so they can't see disdain on my face.

Can you taste it, Benjamin? The sweet taste of power!

Filling, yet oddly minty!

No, I'm never going back...

Delivery for Miss Del Rey.

I'm here to stay

- She does seem happier. Oh!

- How long has she been in charge? - We're going on... seven minutes.

I got to get out of here. I got to get out.

The walls, they're closing in. There's no space! No air!

I got it! We'll start a riot!

Follow my lead.

Atlantica! Atlantica!

Join me, guys. Atlantica!

- Hey, Ink Spot. - Yeah?

This ain't living. You know what I'm saying?

And the acoustics are non-good-ular. Listen.

Come on, at least we're hanging out. Can I get a "hoo-yah?"

Come on, guys. This looks a lot worse than it is.

I'll just get an audience with the king and I'll fix it.

Now, no offense, man, but you had ten years to fix it,

- and this is where we end up? - In jail.

- Well, I...

The band has talked it up, see, and we want you to...

- Slip through the bars. - Use your claws to pick the lock, man.

- And open that door! - Good plan. Good plan.

- Solid. - Liquid!

- Just kidding. - No, bad plan!

If we break out of this jail, there ain't no coming back here, mon!

We'll be fugitives!

- That's cool. - That works.

What's a fugitive?

What about Ariel? You just going to abandon her?

Leave her to deal with all that we tangled her up in?

You think that small, weak, innocent, helpless little girl

- can do anything by herself? Oh!

- Ariel? - Come on, Sebastian. Let's go.

- I'm with her. - If we run away from Atlantica,

- it will break your father's heart. - She got to do what she got to do.

- I'm sorry. I just can't live here. - Yeah, let's go.

Listen, I will not be responsible for taking you away from your family.

I'm leaving! With or without you.

- All right! - Nobody's leaving!

- Except you. - Mmm-hmm.

Look, Sebastian, without music, this place just isn't home.

- You know she ain't lying. - Ain't no comeback to that!

You got that right.

Ha! Oh, no, no, no.

Never mind.

- Are you OK? - Ariel, you're right!

Without music, this place just isn't home.

I know just where to go!

Freedom!

Oh...

- Aw...

OK...

Oh!

Oh, dear.

Go, go, go, go, go, go, go, go!

Flounder, shh! Move it, move it, move it, mon.

- Move it, move it, move it. - Flounder, please!

- Shh!

This way. Come on.

- Flounder, shh! Be quiet. - Ditto!

- Shh!

Yeah! Hit me!

Hey, small fry, I think you could use some lessons in fugitivity.

Oh, yeah. Right. Got it.

You're gonna blow it for all of us.

- Blow, good.

Hey, kid, ixnay on the soundtrack.

- Why? - Why? Why? Why? Try jail!

- Jail! - The big house!

- The slammer! - Music is against the law, you dig?

Not out here.

- What? - Come on.

We ran away so we could sing. And I'm singing.

You know, the kid's striking a major chord.

I feel it, I feel it.

Look at him go with his bad little self.

- Oh, yeah. - Come on. Let it happen.

Shake your body line

Shake it all the time

Work your body line

Work it all the time

Jump-J-J-Jump in the line

- There he goes again.

- He's groovin'!

- Let me try it now.

J- J-Jump Jump

Whoo!

Jump in the line

- I dig this freedom!

Rock your body in time

Try and stop me!

Rock your body in time

Oh, yeah, take me with you.

Rock your body on time

- Come on, guys. This way. - All right.

- OK. - Let's step-a-doodle.

Rock your body on time

- Where are we going exactly? - Don't worry, mon.

'Cause I got to go to the bathroom.

Oh, Flounder.

And thanks to my bold new initiatives,

second only to my fabulous day wear and dressy evening separates,

productivity in all sectors is up 20 percent.

Squids are producing more ink, kelp more oxygen,

and the coral reef is just churning out the plankton. Chuga, chuga!

I do so enjoy fresh plankton on my salad, don't you?

I'll take that as a yes.

As you can see, I'm...

I'm a self-starter, Your Majesty,

here to anticipate your every need.

Not like that last guy. What was his name?

Sooner we forget about him, the better.

In fact, let's make a vow never to mention his name again.

Here, I'll start.

There. Wasn't that easy?

- Marina. - Busy!

- I think I was too hard on them. - Huh?

- It's about Ariel. - Not now!

- Perhaps I went too far. - Nonsense, Your Highness. Not possible.

- Marina. - What?

- Daddy! - Huh?

- Ariel's missing. - What?

- Why didn't you tell me? - I just... did.

We can't find her! We've looked everywhere!

Don't worry. I'll find her.

Get me Sebastian!

What, what! No, no, no! No, I'm in charge here! Well...

Sebastian's gone, too.

Guards! Search the palace.

Search every inch of Atlantica!

Find my daughter!

Your Majesty. Whoo-hoo!

Your Majesty, Your Majesty.

Sebastian.

- Are we there yet? - No.

- Are we there yet? - No.

- Are we there yet? - No.

- Are we there yet? - No.

- Are we there yet? - Yes. This is it.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Are you sure? - Yes.

- Are you s? - Yes!

Oh, man. We can't live here!

Yeah, this place is all "Oom-pa-pa." We need some...

Nonsense. It's perfect.

Just listen to them acoustics:

Solid.

Well, it beats the dungeon.

But not by much.

It'll do for the time being. Excuse me.

Ooh...

- Sebastian, be honest. Are we lost?

No, this is fine.

There's more to this place than meets the eye.

- Knock it off! - Sorry.

- Give me the key! - I said no.

Look, I haven't worked my tail off for the last 12 hours

- just to have it snatched away. - How about a nice relaxing bath?

- Benjamin. - Kelp wrap? Lomi lomi rub?

Give me the key!

You said never give it to you in a fit of rage!

- I'm perfectly calm! - Doesn't sound it.

- Give! Give! - Oh!

- Mm-mmm. - Give!

- Oh, look at the pretty fishies. - Really? Where?

- Oh!

Ooh, yum-yums!

Come to Mommy.

Oh, yes. Mommy wuvs you.

OK, I'm not gonna watch this part.

My, my, are you hungry? Ooh...

- Who wants crab cakes? - What are you going to do?

Whatever it takes to get rid of Sebastian!

- But what about Ariel? - Ariel? Ariel?

You're right. She'll tattle.

- I'll have to get rid of her, too. - What?

- That's brilliant, Benjamin, brilliant! - OK, that wasn't what I meant.

I never liked her anyway. I'll make it look like an accident.

That's it! An accidental underwater ambush

by a team of the cutest wittle yum-yums ever.

- You've lost your mind. - Sic 'em, boys!

Ooh, what hath we wrought?

Oh, swim, you pretties.

Swim, you pretties. Faster! Swim.

- Wait up!

- Sebastian. - Five more minutes, Mommy.

Sebastian, did you hear that?

Leave me alone. Sleeping.

But there's something out there. Come on, help me find it.

I'm tired. You go check it out.

It was an anniversary present.

Your father had the music box made for your mother.

Athena was more than his queen, you know.

She was his best friend.

The family together.

Music playing all the time.

The palace always echoing with laughter.

When your mother died, the whole kingdom was heartbroken.

The heart that never healed was your father's.

It's so sad.

He's forgotten what it feels like to be happy.

I... I have to bring this back to him.

If you insist.

This is why we came here, isn't it?

Whoa, whoa, let me get this straight. You led us out here...

To the armpit of nowhere, man.

In the hope that Red might find the music box.

And now you wanna go back to the palace...

- To return the music box to the king... - On the chance that maybe it'll...

Remind him to remember how to be happy...

And then he'll bring music back?

That about sums it up.

Couldn't we just strap it to a dolphin? He'd get it eventually.

Listen, the band talked it over, and...

We just can't take that chance.

- What? - Huh?

It's OK. Maybe someday it'll be different.

You'll come home and play music all you want.

Sure, Red. Someday.

- Someday. - Bye.

What? No, no, wait. Ray-Ray!

Guys! We can't just let them go back alone.

- Drop it, small fry. - But we took an oath!

To jump, jive, wail, groove, rock steady, and at all times

lend a helping hand to your fellow music lovers!

The Catfish Club is history. That oath don't mean a thing.

Well, it still means something to me.

Hey, Ariel! Wait up! Ariel!

I don't remember this much kelp when we came through here last night.

Oh!

Kelp, schmelp. I ain't afraid of these overgrown weeds.

Hi-yah! Take that! And that!

Guys? That ain't kelp!

- Surprise! - Marina?

- What are you wearing? - I thought I'd dress for the occasion.

What's the occasion?

- Go, go, go, go! - Sic 'em, boys.

Keep going!

- Ah! - Ow!

That... hurt.

This way. Quick!

Where's Sebastian?

I've tasted power, Sebastian.

- And I'm never letting go. - Bring it on!

Come to daddy.

- Hi-yah! Hi-yah! Hi-yah!

- Oh, my!

- Now! - Huh?

- Fire!

Yeah! Awesome!

- Ooh, they hurtin' for certain. - Yup, yup, yup.

- Sebastian's in trouble! - Follow me!

- Let's go. - Right in your wake, kid.

- The music box! - Ariel!

Huh?

How do you like that?

Oops.

Flounder!

- Come on, try and get me. - Get back here!

- Ow!

Chika, boom, boom, boom!

Tight fit?

You... stink.

- I win.

- Flounder! - Sebastian! Help!

I got the tail.

- Hey! Flounder at twelve o'clock! - 12:04, actually.

- Flounder. - Whoa!

- Do the corkscrew! - Break out all the utensils.

- Whoa, whoa!

- Who the fish? - That's it.

Go, Flounder! Go, go!

You slippery eel!

Yeah, mon, just like we planned it.

Way to go, Flounder, you did it!

- We did it, mon. - We sure did.

- Solid. - Come on. Let's go!

- Sebastian! - Look out!

Ariel! Do not!

- What have I done?

Daddy?

I'm... I'm so sorry I didn't listen.

- I'm sorry. - Daddy.

- Let's go home.

- Guys, you came back. - Sure did, small fry.

Like you said, we took an oath.

Come here, you little knucklehead.

- Group hug! - We dig you, man.

Guys... can't breathe.

Mmm.

So, Ariel came back home

and life went on just the same as before.

Well, things weren't exactly the same.

Rise and shine.

It's a beautiful day.

- Daddy! - Daddy!

To my daughters, and to all the citizens of Atlantica,

I hereby decree that music will once again ring clear

from one end of my kingdom to the other!

Therefore, I hereby present

Atlantica's first official Court Composer.

- Yeah, yeah! - Fabulous!

Thank you, Your Highness.

Uh, not that we don't trust you, Your Majesty, but...

Swifty, hit it, mon.

Raise your right hand, end, claw, tentacle,

or whatever the case may be.

Very good. Do you promise to jump, jive, wail, groove,

and at all times lend a helping hand to your fellow music lovers?

- A ... I do?

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Thank you, Ariel.

Yoo-hoo!

Warmer than the sun

- A girl in the band? - That's right.

Of joy and glory

The look in your eyes

For the rest of my life

Daddy, how about a dance?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

Whoo! Conga!

So that's how a king and a princess

brought a family back to life.

And, after ten years,

love and music finally returned

to the kingdom of Atlantica.

Let's think about what we've learned. You just can't hurt people.

Hurting is mean. We don't want to be mean, do we?

Maybe you're right.

That's my girl.

Samba?

Ooh-wa, ooh-wa!