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Marily, show me how good
you mix the flour.

Okay, I got you.

Say hi, Nana Lola!

Hi, hi.

Hey, Marily, take the camera.

- Okay.
- Switch.

Check this move out.

Allie's a professional.

Nana Lola's teaching everything.

Yes.

Okay, Nana, what's next?

Good morning!

Good morning!

Clueless.

Arrogant.

Not again, Marily.

Hey.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Princess Fluffy wouldn't take
her medicine this morning

and I had to spoon feed it
to her.

You're totally fine, hun.

It's not like
anything's going on here.

Tell me about it.
Where are the crowds?

Well...

Not again.

It doesn't matter what I do
or how well I do it.

- That crow--
- Oh! Easy...

...will always one-up me.

I mean, how did she pull it off, hm?

I was up all night
baking all of this.

She must be cutting corners.

Yeah, she must be.

Sharon, hi.

You made it.

Of course, my dear.

Friday is bun day.

And there are no finer buns
than yours at The Cake Corner.

Oh, put that away.

Your money is no good here.

Oh, Allie,
you are such a wonderful baker.

Sofía, can you get Sharon
two buns, please?

I'm sending you home
with one for Jerome.

Aren't you a sweetheart, Allie?

Meadow Ridge is lucky
to have you.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Two buns on the house.

See you later, Sharon,
and tell Jerome we said hi.

I will.

That makes today's earnings
negative six.

Hush, Nana Lola would kill me

if I charged Sharon and Jerome
for anything.

That oughta do it.

Forgive me for overstepping,

but as the premier bakery
of Meadow Ridge,

shouldn't we be, uh,
baking these?

We are baking them.

From scratch I mean,
like we used to.

We might be a bakery,

but first and foremost
we are a business, Karl.

This just makes
better fiscal sense.

Besides,
they don't seem to mind.

Greedy dingus.

Condescending dummy.

Isn't this getting out of hand,
Marily?

The two of you ladies
used to be like

a couple of cinnamon buns
stuck together.

It might be getting
out of hand for her.

I'm winning.

Plus, I will never forgive her

for pushing me out
of The Cake Corner.

We built that place together,
you know?

I thought Nana Lola
built that place.

Well, yes.

But Allie and I were both there.

And then she fired me.

Poof!

Just like that.

And then a pipe would burst

and she would have to shut down
for at least a week.

And in that time, I would give
everyone in town free cake.

Well, we already do that.

And then they would remember

that I am the best baker
in Meadow Ridge.

It's a good plan,
don't you think?

It's okay, I guess,

but where would you get
such high volumes

of chipmunk poop?

Technicalities, Sofía.

The point is, I would be able
to cut Marily out of the recipe.

Look, all these plans

seem a lot more
about your problem with Marily

than it does with boosting
the business, Allie.

Well, can you blame me?

She tried to cut me
out of the business right

- after Nana Lola died.
-"After Nana Lola died."

She tried to replace
my grandma's whisks--

"And buy baking machines."

Would you cut that out?

She is a greedy,
ambitious woman,

and she is ruining my--
Nana Lola's business.

Ah, here it is, Henry.

Just like I remembered.

The best cake you will ever have
in your life.

- I have an idea.

I will host a ball,

and I will make everyone
personalized cakes

based on their preferences,
their hopes, their dreams.

Except Marily's.

Hers will be filled
with chipmunk poop.

Surely then
everyone will remember

that I am the best baker
in Meadow Ridge.

Excuse me, ladies.

Oh, sorry. Hi.

I didn't see you there.

Well, of course you didn't.

You were busy planning
a coup or a poisoning.

Not sure from the context.

Right.

Uh, how can I help you?

Yes, I visited here as a child,

and the old lady
that used to run this place

made this marvelous cake.

There was sprinkles
and strawberry crumble.

That's Nana Lola's
Double Strawberry Charlotte.

We don't make it anymore
since she passed.

Oh.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I guess life moves on
even in idyllic little villages.

Well, I suppose I better...

What do I want?

You know, I just don't think
anything could really compare

with that Double Strawberry
Charlotte, of course.

I'll do with the chocolate.

Great.

Oh.

Ah.

Oh, thanks.

Uh, that looks like another
bakery across the street, sir.

Oh, well, let's see if they do
the Double Strawberry Charlotte.

Hold on, wait a minute, guys,
we can just--

Let it go, Allie.

But we need him!

Oh, my.

I'm surprised that you can't
hold onto a boyfriend,

what with such eagerness.

I need his business.

Sofía, we need his business.

This is a shame, Henry.

That lady truly was
an amazing baker.

Does somewhat alter my plans.

How so, sir?

Well, I can't just hire
her granddaughter

just like that,
sight unseen.

Or rather, Double Strawberry
Charlotte untasted.

Now, this cake will go down
in Samavian history.

Samavians will be baking
this recipe for centuries.

What if there's a better baker
out there?

- We can't get this wrong.
- Well, sir,

maybe you can start
by tasting some more cakes.

Yes, very good, old sport.

This cake is going to be
the highlight of the coronation.

Surely, sir,
with all due respect,

King Stewart should be
the star of the show.

Yes, but the cake
will be a close second.

There he goes,

right into the arms of Marily.

That's karma for ya, Allie.

Why don't you focus
on your own business

and let Marily get on with hers?

It's what Nana Lola
would have wanted.

Sure you don't want
to come over for dinner?

I can make
your favorite mac and cheese.

That sounds great,

but I kind of want to go
for a walk and clear my head.

You're gonna check on those
rare flowers, aren't you?

You know that's not
the best place to meet a man.

Who needs a boyfriend
when I have you, Sof?

- See you tomorrow.
- Bye.

Bye.

So I'm telling you,
it was the exact same red coat.

- What?
- Mm-hm.

- That's crazy.
- It was a steal.

Wait, what is that?

Oh, exciting. I never get mail.

I only ever get bills.

"His Royal Highness
the Prince of Samavia

requests the honor
of your presence

at the Meadow Ridge
Grand Ballroom

today at 10 a.m.

for the selection
of an official baker

for the coronation
of his brother,

His Royal Highness
Prince Stewart I."

What did I just read?

Let me see that.

Oh, this must be about
the long overdue coronation

of the new king
of a small European city-nation

of Samavia.

What?

Their beloved king
passed last year,

and the federalist reformers
tried to put the boot in.

King Stewart is being heralded
as a savior.

What? I know things.

- Oh.

This could be
a great business opportunity

for The Cake Corner.

I should go. Should I go?

This is a big deal.

You have to go,

with The Cakery across
the street and everything.

I'm excited.
This--this is exciting.

- It is!
- This is exciting.

It is!

Oh, oh,
but it is one minute to ten,

and being late would not
be very exciting at all.

Oh.

Sorry, hi.

Allie, wonderful you came.

Ms. Loman, Ms. Martinez.

May I present
His Royal Highness,

second in line to the throne
of Samavia,

Prince James.

Thank you, Henry.

Ladies, thank you for coming.

I've been tasked by my brother,

the soon-to-be king of Samavia,

with procuring
an exceptional baker

to make a royal cake
for his coronation next month.

And I'm happy to announce
it's the two of you.

Thank you.
What an honor.

Sorry, wait a second.

You are the prince
of a whole European nation,

and you have all of the
resources that come with that,

and you want one of us
to make the cake.

Why?

You could get the best
patisseries in the world

to make you a million cakes
for this coronation.

- Allie, shh.
- What?

Like he hasn't
already thought of that.

No, Allie,
you're--you're correct.

And, Marily, it's okay.

You see, the truth is,

when I was a child,

my mother brought me
and my brothers

to Meadow Ridge for a summer.

She was a botanist,

and this region just has
the most exceptional flora.

The ridgea meadowiens
themselves--

Your Highness.

The coronation cake.

Oh. Thank you, Henry.

Anyway, we spent the summer here
exploring the woods

and enjoying your Nana Lola's
delicious cakes.

Unfortunately,
my mother passed away

before she was ever able
to return to Meadow Ridge

or indeed see my brother
ascend to the throne.

But we always remembered
that summer

and the fun that we had.

I just wanted
to bring a little slice

of that happiness
into the coronation.

Excellent pun, sir.

Thank you, Henry.

So, ladies, what do you say?

It would be
my most humble honor.

Uh, Lord, whatever, um,
you want "us" to make the cake?

Yeah, well,
you're both the keepers

of Nana Lola's legacy.

You both hold the secret to
the Double Strawberry Charlotte.

Right, well, we agreed
to never make that cake again,

and we especially agreed

never to make that cake again
together.

Why not?

Well, it's a two-hander,

so it's impossible
for one baker to do alone.

And we, um...

...we don't exactly work well
together.

And Nana Lola swore us
to secrecy,

so we couldn't teach
another baker to do it.

It's true, his holiness.

That's a line
not even I will cross.

Ladies, this is
the Prince of Samavia

offering you a
once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.

I suppose I'll just have
to pick one of you then.

- Oh, great.
- I'll volunteer,

if you please, Prince James.

Ladies, I don't know
either of you or your work

well enough to make a decision
like this on the spot.

How about
you each bake me a cake

and I'll just pick my favorite.

Your Highness, if I may,

a decision of this magnitude
should not be taken in haste.

We will need
at least two cakes each.

And a third
in case of a tie breaker,

all to be baked under strictly
controlled circumstances

to avoid any shenanigans.

Hm.

Mm, yes, yes, we wouldn't want
any shenanigans.

How about a bake off?

Yes, that's perfect.

Ladies, what do you say?

Three rounds
of baking challenges.

And at the end of it,

we will choose
the royal baker.

Splendid idea, sir,
simply splendid.

Very whimsical.

And ladies, think of the money,
press, and business

that a victory will bring.

Mm, quite.

I'm in.

Thank you, sire.

Okay, whatever.

If she's in, I'm in.

Fantastic.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

Thank you for coming.

There's still time to back off.

Oh, don't make me laugh.

You and I both know
that I am the better baker.

Our bank statements
say otherwise.

Let's glaze the bar.

Winner gets Meadow Ridge.

What do you mean?

I don't want to be mayor.

No, dummy, the winner

becomes the official baker
of Meadow Ridge.

Loser has to make like
over-whisked Chantilly

and split.

You know, leave.

- You're on.
- Great.

Nana Lola's Double Strawberry
Charlotte is off limits.

That prince dude
seems to like it too much.

Original recipes only.

Agreed. I'm gonna whisk you
like an egg.

Oh, you are going down like
one of your failed soufflés.

This is thrilling, Henry.

I'm quite looking forward
to this competition.

Delighted to hear, sir.

Shall I make the arrangements?

Yes, yes, but do keep it
low key, old sport.

Just have the two bakers
come here and bake

under your watchful eye.

Yes, sir.

Simply does it.

You know me.

Simple, simple, simple.

What about, ooh,
something with gold leaf?

That seems royal.

Allie, chill.

Just bake a great simple cake.
Bake from the heart.

Yeah, but what if I don't
have what it bakes.

You do, you're gonna be great.

Although, if I had known

that this would be a competition
between you and Marily,

I wouldn't have egged you on.

I would have done it anyway.

Plus, it's a great
business opportunity.

It's also a public showdown
with Marily,

which will take you away
from the bakery

for a good few days,
I might add.

It better be career making.

It will be,
when I win.

Prince James is the second child

of King Roland and Lady Marion,
both deceased.

He is second in line
to the throne

after his elder brother Stewart.

Like his mother,
Prince James is a botanist,

though after
his brother's coronation

he's expected to serve
in the Royal Court.

He is unmarried
but fosters rescue dogs.

Unmarried you say.

A botanist.

We can make a woodland cake.

What am I, a hobbit?

No green garbage, Karl.

Maybe I don't need
to be the best baker

to win this thing.

Maybe I just need
to be the best woman,

if you know what I mean.

Unfortunately, I do.

Imagine what being a princess

would do to this bakery.

We would be in every mall
and airport in the world.

And Allie would be forced
to leave town.

Win-win.

Yay.

Imagine that.

Hello, big brother.

I'm the future king
and you must address me as such.

Geez, fine, all right,
Your Royal Highness.

I'm kidding, of course.

Call me Prince Stewart.

So I hear you're having yourself
a little cake party over there.

No, not a party,
just a friendly contest

to find you the best baker
for this coronation.

Look, I've always admired
your adventurous side, James,

but the coronation cake
will be immortalized

in Samavian history.

Heck, the whole world
will be watching.

And we don't have a lot of time,

so wrap it up sharpish
and head back here.

There's lots of work to be done
before the big day.

Cheerio.

I think I'm gonna go
for a run, old sport.

Try and blow off some steam.

Would you like
your security detail, sir?

No, no, no, no.

No one in this town
knows who I am.

Your Highness.

Your princeliness.

My Lord.

What a circus.

Hey, Ned.

Great apples this season.

Hey, Allie, thank you.

Listen, I just want
to let you know

that even though
I'm team Marily this week,

I still think you're great.

Uh, thanks.

Oh, Allie, Allie!

Oh, I totally support you,
by the way.

You know what you should do,
you should bake that thing

with the stuff and the--
that thing.

You'll totally win, definitely.

Definitely win.

I will--I will try to make that.

Yes.

Oh, hey, Tom.

Oh, hey, Allie.

Those hydrangeas are beautiful.

Thank you.

They're Samavia's
national flower, did you know.

I did not.

Please accept this pineapple

as a gift to the throne
of Saravia.

Madam, please, please.

And it's, um, Samavia.

No disrespect, but I'm
pretty sure it's Saravia.

Can you believe this?

They are being kind to him

and he is rejecting
their generosity.

Some prince.

Thank you, uh, really.

- Please, sir, please.
- Thank you.

No, really, I--I...

This prince guy
is absolutely everywhere.

There is no peace left
in Meadow Ridge.

Really, there's no need
for such kindness.

Thank--thank you all.

No, I really must be going
though, sorry.

He's such a busy man.

Hey, Tom.

- Hey.
- Hi, Foxy!

Hello! Who's a good girl, huh?

Who is this gorgeous girl?

- Tom?
- Yeah, thank you, sir.

I actually rescued her
from a junkyard

a few years ago.

Oh, very generous of you.

Reminds me of my own hound.

Hm.

You have a rescue dog?

Oh, indeed.

A Royal Samavian Ascot,

rescued from my cousin,

the Archduke of Alicant-Lorange,

who was keeping him
as lap dog.

You can imagine the cruelty.

Wow.

Great.

See you later, Tom.
Bye, Foxy.

Okay.

And there's never any space
on the park benches anymore

with all of his sycophants
reading.

You're upset the townspeople
are reading too much?

No, it's not just reading.

It is stretching
and drinking coffee

- and getting ideas.
- Ooh, wouldn't want that.

And it's all because I engaged
in a stupid royal circus.

It'll all be over in a few days
and then you can really relax,

enjoy life a little bit.

Oh, with the business
being saved and all.

You're right.

In a few days,
I will have beat Marily

and then I can move on
with my life

and she can move on
away from this town.

Okay, that is not at all
what I said.

Are you ready for tomorrow,
the big day?

Oh yeah,
I'm gonna make like bread

and rise to the challenge.

Where are we, Henry?

Just a little surprise
for you, sir.

Oh, well,
so much for keeping it low key.

I'm sorry, sir,

but strict instructions
came in late last night

from the future king

and the Samavian
Broadcasting Network

for the upcoming documentary
about the coronation.

I guess I forget sometimes

that I've got to live my life
with posterity in mind.

Why are there
so many people here?

God, you know
I hate public speaking.

Posterity, sir.

Now...

Thanks, all, for attending.

It's a pleasure
to have you all here today.

My brother Stewart's coronation
will be an important event,

a widely televised day,
and scrutinized worldwide.

And being in the spotlight
is tough.

Before I select a baker

to undertake
the royal cake baking,

we need to know what that baker
is like under pressure.

I am clearly bad at it,

so I hope these ladies
fare better than I have.

Henry.

What Prince James
means to say is,

that for the first round
of challenges

in the Royal Samavian Bake Off,

you will both have to bake

a macaron tower
as tall as you can.

I can make a 10-foot
macaron tower in my sleep.

And all within the next hour.

Ready? Ready.

Bake.

Oh, sprinkles.

- Delightful.
- Yeah.

Ah, what will you do next?

I'll pipe them out.

And will you use
a copper or brass--

Sorry, I don't mean to be rude,
but do you need something?

I'm trying to make
delicate macarons

under these conditions.

Sorry, it is a bit extra,
isn't it?

Only a tad.

Well, look, you're doing
perfectly round little circles

with no mold or anything.

How are you doing that?

I don't know.

Just years of practice.

Well, I wish I had
a useful gift like you do.

Well, my grandmother taught me
everything I know,

just like I'm sure somebody
taught you how to be a prince,

whatever that entails.

It's a bit more of an obligation
than a gift.

Right.

Allie, you shady chef.

Okay.

Desperate times.

Ouch!

My fingers!

What's happened?

It must have been
the oven door.

It must be broken or something

because it just slammed shut
on my finger.

Impossible.

I oversaw
the installation myself.

Henry, not now.

Fetch the paramedic.

She's injured.

Ouch, that hurts.

Are you gonna be able
to continue?

Oh, I am so sorry.

This is so embarrassing
what a klutz I am,

but I feel like the challenge
should be cancelled,

as I was clearly disadvantaged
by faulty equipment

and have injured my hands,
my work tool.

You--you're absolutely right.

My sincere apologies.

Um, ladies and gentlemen,

I regret to declare
the challenge is suspended

due to injury.

What?

Only a bad baker
blames their tools, Marily.

Looks like
a Samavian Crested Owl,

except ours are bigger
and much more beautiful.

Yes, Your Highness.

Uh, yes, sir,
I'll try him again.

Uh, excuse me, sir.

Prince James,
sorry to disturb you.

Uh...

It's your brother,
the Prince Regent,

for the third--

Okay, I get it.

Your Highness, I do apologize,

but it appears Prince James
has lapsed into a slumber

that none can wake him from.

Yes, it is rather curious.

Yes, he has been taking
an awful lots of naps lately.

Oh my gosh, is that the time?

This competition has me
like one of Marily's loaves,

overworked and underproofed.

You want me to hold down
the fort?

Would you mind?
I haven't checked

on the orchids
in a couple days.

Oh, yes, your boyfriends,
the orchids.

Hey, they make
for better companions

than some of the men
I've met out there.

Thank you, see you tomorrow.

Bye.

Day 19 of orchid watch.

Still no bloom.

Temperature changing soon,
threatening bloom.

Ooh, hawk's nest nearby...

putting flower at risk for--

Ah, a fellow ridgea meadowiens
enthusiast?

What are you doing here?

Same as you.

Looking for
that rarest of orchids,

the Meadow Ridge Red Emperor.

Did you know it only blooms
once every six years?

Of course I knew that.

A little late this year.

Doesn't blossom soon,
we'll have to wait years for it,

if it comes back at all.

I didn't realize
you were into plants.

Well, I may be a prince first,
but I'm also a botanist.

Right, and you may be the king
of botanists in Samavia,

but you are wrong
about one thing.

Local orchids always flower.

Well, that's impossible.

Well, the rising temperatures
are a bit of a threat, but...

Actually, ridgea meadowiens
can survive

in much higher temperatures.

Uh, how?
It never gets hotter here,

and they're endemic
to Meadow Ridge.

Well, in my personal
botanical gardens

in Samavia, for one.

Your personal botanical garden?

I collect rare plants

to help safeguard
endangered species.

How noble of you.

It's nice having
someone else around

who cares about this stuff
as much as I do.

Are you kidding?

An exceptional baker
and an orchid lover.

Where have you been
all my life, Allie Loman?

Uh, apple pie, Your Highness.

I baked it myself.

I brought you a bottle
of my finest moonshine, sir.

I make it right over there
in the barn.

Sharon is making meatballs, sir,

if you're after
a home-cooked meal.

I'd love to make

my world-famous fried chicken
for you, Prince James.

I can make it with quail
to make it more royal.

Uh, no, no, thank you.

I really--I mustn't,
but no thanks.

I cannot believe
you actually guessed that.

It's like
I can read your mind.

Good, you're here.

Listen, I don't want
to disrespect your craft,

but I'm begging you,
can you make me a sandwich?

Excuse me?

I just want a nice meal

and somewhere quiet
to enjoy it,

but your neighbors
won't leave me alone

with their elaborate
meal offers

and drink invites
and chit-chat.

Oh, that sounds terrible.

Poor you.

Just a sandwich
and somewhere quiet to eat it.

Please. I'll pay.

Sure, but you have to help me
make it.

I am not your butler.

If I had my way as his butler,

he wouldn't
have to stoop so low

as to beg for a sandwich.

Oh, don't worry.

His Highness will survive.

Excellent royal icing,
by the way.

It's one of the more difficult
to master.

How are your pickle cutting
skills?

Uh...

Okay, don't just stand there.

Help me get that open.

Nice job, palace boy.

Sorry. Sometimes I forget

that I need to mind
my manners with you.

Not at all.

Actually, I find it
quite refreshing.

Kind of wish
more people would do it.

Do what? Openly mock you?

No, just treat me
like a regular person.

Yeah, but you're not
a regular person.

Your dad was a king.

You have your own
botanical garden.

Your dog has a royal title.

Everyone has baggage.

Mine's just monogrammed

and carried around
by a royal butler.

I'm still human.

Guess it must be tough

being in the public eye
all the time.

I do love
being in Meadow Ridge.

Retracing my mother's footsteps

and enjoying all
this majestic flora and fauna.

I just wish those locals
would simmer down a little bit.

Present company excluded.

Believe me, I can honestly use

a little simmering down
sometimes.

Okay.

Thank you.

Mm.

- This is so good.
- Yeah?

Yes.

Some of my favorite memories
of my Nana Lola

are right here in this kitchen.

She was the heart and soul
of this town of kooks.

I have an idea.

Come by the bakery tomorrow.

I think I have a solution

to your little
royal fan club problem.

I love that you're bringing
Lola's old tradition back.

Wish you gave me
a little bit more of a heads up.

I didn't think we'd pull off
all this baking overnight.

It's for a good cause, Sofía.

I promise.

Good morning!

Top of the morning
to you there, Allie.

What a spread.

Are you expecting royalty?

His Royal Highness
Prince James of Samavia perhaps?

Perhaps.

But did you know,
James was telling me

that in Samavia,
it's actually quite rude

to address someone
as Prince or Princess?

You just go
by their first names.

- You don't say.
- How curious.

Mm-hm, yes, I think
it really humanizes the royals.

Don't you?

Oh, Ned, did you know
that in Samavia,

it is actually the law

that the prince
has to pay for his food?

It just reassures
the royal subjects

that, you know,
they're being ruled fairly.

Well, if I had known that,
I'd have charged him double

for that punnet of apples
that I gave him last week.

Well, you live
and you learn, right?

Oh, Prince James actually
has a terrible back condition

and he can't bend over
all the way,

so he gets quite embarrassed

when people bow
in front of him.

- Oh, no, the poor guy.
- I know.

No wonder he stretches so much.

- Hello, Mayor.
- Yes, that's why.

- Mayor Dodds! Hi!
- Hi.

Um, would you like a pastry?

Sure.

Hey, what's up, James?

- Hello, Ned, how are you?
- All right.

- Good morning.
- Good morning, ma'am.

Welcome.

Coffee?

Thank you.

That must be a fantastic job
to be the caretaker

of such beautiful flora
that you have in Meadow Ridge.

It is my honor to serve
as mayor, of course.

Have you been
to the Meadow Ridge Apiary?

Yes, yes. You have
a fantastic collection of bees.

Of course, Samavian bees
are hypoallergenic,

not like
these poisonous critters.

Oh. Samavia sounds
like a paradise.

Man, for a prince,
this dude is really putting

his foot in it.

Of course, I play.

- I want to see you.
- Come on.

Really? Okay, let's see
what you got.

Well, not gold,
but gold plated.

You really must try it
because there's nothing smoother

on one's bottom.

Hi, sorry to interrupt.

Can I talk to you
for a second?

Maybe over there?

- Sure.
- Great.

- Excuse me.
- Sorry.

This way.

How you doing?

You seem to be struggling
back there.

I don't know what's happening.

All I wanted to do was have
chit-chat with normal people,

but I never considered
I might not know how to do it.

Well, you need
to take a breath.

No, no, I can't have
a normal conversation

with anyone
that's not my subject

or other royalty.

I just clam up. I...

Was I talking about
a golden toilet back there?

- It's okay, relax.
- I can't relax.

I've been doing this job
since I was five years--

Take a breath.

In and out.

Oh, Allie, Allie,
can you help me?

What if they don't like me?

They already like you.

But maybe tone it down

talking about
all of your, um, material stuff.

It makes those of us non-royals
feel a bit inadequate.

Okay, so what should
I talk about?

Just be yourself.

And I know you love
your country,

but try not to make Samavia
sound so much more superior

than Meadow Ridge.

You know, we like
our little spot here, too.

Right.

Okay, I will give you
more pointers.

Mayor Dodds' pet project
is the rewilding

of the Meadow Ridge River,

so just ask her
loads of questions about that.

Act like you really care.

No, I do care.

That's actually
really fascinating

'cause in Samavia,
one of my titles

is Lord of the River...

- I see what I did.
- Yeah.

Uh, Ned, is technically
an apple farmer,

but he's working on a hybrid
that's a pearpple.

- Pearpple?
- A pear-apple hybrid.

It's actually pretty disgusting,

he keeps growing these bulbs.

Anyway, he's really excited
about it.

Okay, rewilding the river,
pearpple, got it.

All right, Jerome,
what's his deal?

Pardon me, sorry I'm late.

Your Royal Highness,
Prince James.

- I am so glad to see you.
- Oh.

His name is James, Marily.

And get up from down there,
embarrassing yourself.

Don't you know it's a crime
to curtsy in Samavia?

Is that a slice
of Allie's sponge?

Here, let me.

That girl always skimps
on the cream.

Hello.

You really are everywhere.

I just wanted to thank you
for what you did today.

Oh, of course.

I just hope you don't think
I'm doing it

to be an attention seeker
or to try to get to bake

- the coronation cake.
- No, no, no.

Of course not.

Good, 'cause I want to win
because I am the best baker,

not because we're close.

Oh, we're close?

You know what I mean.

But it'll be up to you
whether we're texting

when you go back to Samavia
or not.

Hm, back to Samavia.

I thought you liked
your life there,

with all of your super bees
and your golden lavatories.

I do, I just don't love
my life there.

I mean, being a prince
doesn't sound that bad.

Oh, it isn't,
but when you're a prince,

your life is your work,
and I'm just tired

of being in work mode
all the time.

Well, my life is my work here.

I don't know what I would do
if I wasn't a baker.

What about the orchids
and the people?

You shouldn't limit yourself,
Allie.

You know, being here
away from Samavia

has made me want to discover
who I am

when I'm not being a prince.

Well, you have orchids too.

I get what you mean, though.

Work stuff can be tough,

with my business
struggling this last year,

and Marily.

We all contain multitudes.

That's what my mother
used to tell me.

She was a botanist,
and an American,

and a non-royal,

and the best queen
Samavia's ever had.

No one's life should have
just one focus.

We should allow ourselves
to be complicated.

Easier said than done.

Tell me about it.

Nana Lola dedicated
her entire life

to the cake corner,

and now it's about to go
up in flames.

Well, that's not true.

She also raised you
and you turned out pretty okay.

Thank you for today.

Of course.

Ladies and gentlemen,
Prince James.

Thank you all once again
for coming.

Today I'd like to introduce
Meadow Ridge

to the bilkapple,

the Royal Samavian
Fruit of the Realm.

It flourishes on our soil

because of our steep,
yet fertile hillsides

and the salt air
that blows in from the sea.

And I'm sure you'll find it
wonderfully delightful.

- Speak up, man.
- Um,

wonderfully delightful, I said.

Well, I've always wanted
to try one,

but I could never
get my hands on one.

Well, today is your lucky day.

- Oh!
- For the next challenge,

you will make a dessert
fit for a king

using bilkapple
as the main ingredient.

It's so tart.

So tart.

Isn't it great?
- So great.

Ready, set...

Go.

Ladies, the time has come

to present your desserts.

Oh, no.

- What's wrong?
- Um...

I must have left
the freezer open.

Oh, no!

My trifle didn't set.

It's a mess.

Bad luck, pal.

Guess that means
I'm the winner, right,

- Your Highness?
- Not so fast.

Prince James, if I may,

I still think you should taste
both desserts.

Miss Loman's may look sloppy...

- Thanks.
- ...but it might

taste wonderful.

After all,
this is a taste test.

Quite right, Henry.

Yes, we must taste
both of the desserts.

That is delightful.

That's wonderful.

Really? I can do better.

No, give it up for Allie.

Really, well done.

And Marily.

Mm.

This texture is, um...

...interesting.

But where is the bilkapple?

It's in there, I swear.

Well, thank you, Marily.

And thank you, Allie.

I'm delighted to announce

the winner of the second round
of challenges is...

Allie Loman.

What? Really?

- It was brilliant.
- Ah!

Ahh!

Thank you, Marily.

Oh my gosh!

Karl, prepare for battle.

Battle? You mean a cake war?

Excellent.

You know, I've been thinking
about this exploding ganache

that I think you would really--

No need.

It's not that kind of battle.

Oh. That's a shame.

We haven't worked together
in a while,

and I thought we could come up

with some product development
for the bakery.

Karl, you innocent little puppy.

Marily...

You look phenomenal.

I know.

Marily!

What a wonderful surprise.

Would you believe, Prince James,
that I'm here for a date?

Well, I would believe it.

You look charming.

And, please, you can call me
just James.

Okay, James.

Well, the guy didn't show,
and since I was here,

I figured I'd enjoy
some quality time

with a good book

at my favorite reading nook
in town.

Get out. This is
your favorite book nook?

This is my favorite book nook.

My mother used to bring us here

and read us botany books.

They make
a lovely cup of cocoa.

You don't say!

- Mind if I join you?
- Oh, please, yes.

Actually, I'm surprised
we haven't

bumped into each other
a bit more.

Same. So weird.

What are you reading?

Oh, um...

And you?

My favorite.

"Newts and Other
Scaled Amphibians

From Ponds and Other
Turbid Bodies of Water."

How delightful.

A fellow newtophile.

I just love the little beasts.

They're so scaly,
yet so fascinating.

So fascinating.

Any favorites?

Uh...

Hey.

I brought you something.

An envelope maraca?

These are bilkapple bush seeds.

Oh, thank you!

I will plant them right away.

Unless they won't flourish
if they're not planted

in a pewter vase
by the hand of a true knight?

No, actually,
these are really resilient.

They're gonna flourish
in this environment.

Just take one...

Two to three months,

you're gonna have something
really special.

Well, I don't mind the wait.

Sir, I'm afraid
the time has come.

Excuse me?

Oh, no, I'm not available.

I'm terribly sorry,

but I am under
strict instructions.

Oh, traitor.

Stewie, hi!

What a wonderful surprise,
old sport.

Drop the act, James.

You've been dodging my calls
for days.

May I remind you
that I'm the king in waiting?

You'd think you'd have
better things to do

than bother me.

Stop fooling around, James.

I need you back here
by the weekend.

Oh, no, no, I haven't selected
a baker yet.

I won't have time
to finish the bake-off.

Bake-off?

Listen to yourself, man.

You've made a circus.

Pick a cake and come home.

Then you wonder why
I don't give you

more responsibility.

Okay, you complain
when I take my tasks seriously,

and you complain when I don't.

It's a wonder I don't want
to come back there.

You'll probably give me
some other menial task to do.

Grow up.

Be back here by the weekend,
or your next appointment

will be as royal envoy
to Timbuktu.

You sure you don't want to come
for a night of self-care?

My self-care tonight

is checking things off
my to-do list.

But thank you.

I'll check back in
with you later.

Sofía, I'm a fully grown adult.

You don't have to check in
on me.

Go, enjoy your night.

- Okay.
- I'll see you tomorrow.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Oh, boy.

This is gonna be a long night.

How dare he?

Sure, he'll be king,

but that's an accident
of birth, at best.

Ugh, could use a brandy.

Or a cupcake.

I knew it, Allie.

Dipping your whisk
in that bake-off batter.

I'll get you for this.

Sorry, we're closed.

It's an emergency.

Okay, fine.

But if you're gonna be here,
you have to help.

All right, now,
put your wrist into it.

Act like you're trying
to get a stain

out of a really dirty shirt.

Okay, I'm not even gonna pretend

that I know
what that feels like.

Okay, just push and fold.

Yeah, push and--yeah,
just like that.

Okay, if this doesn't rise
tomorrow,

it's not really my fault.

I didn't learn any useful skills
as a prince.

Now if you need someone
to joust for you,

I'll be your guy.

Funny you should mention that
because I have been looking

for someone to duel
a rogue knight

that comes by
every now and then.

Well, I'm not sure
I could even hack that anymore.

My brother Stewart
made it quite clear

he doesn't feel I've got
any use to the court at all.

Oh, don't be dramatic.

Look at you,
kneading bread like a pro.

- Dramatic?
- Mm-hm.

I have never done laundry.

I've never given a friend
a lift to the airport.

I've never even hoovered.

Yeah, I mean, I can break in
a Samavian stallion,

and I've sailed
around the Horn of Africa...

Right, I get it.

That doesn't sound that bad.

I mean, people pay good money

to have other people
do their laundry.

I would rather do laundry,

mine and yours, every day
for the rest of my life

than be sequestered
in a palace

with no point or purpose.

Deal.

Can't remember the last time
I was really happy.

Actually, I do.

I was nine years old,
eating a cake

outside this very bakery
with my mother

after a great day
just identifying bluebells.

Before she died.

I wasn't really prepared
for Nana Lola dying.

I don't think
you're ever really ready

for a loss like that.

You just have to let it
wash over you

like a summer rainstorm.

Yeah, it's hard to learn
when your instinct

is to run for cover.

After the rainstorm,
the bluebells come.

Bluebells usually bloom
around spring.

I think I'll have
at least a load of laundry

to do by then.

What do you say
you come back for a visit?

Maybe.

If Stewart hasn't sent me off
to Timbuktu or something.

I'm sure you'd thrive there,
just like you do here.

- You mean it?
- Yeah.

I mean, you are charming
and charismatic and handsome.

Oh, you think I'm handsome?

Yes.

You are the most handsome prince
in town.

I'm the only prince in town.

Exactly.

Allie, good for you.

Sofía, how spectacular
to see you.

- It is?
- Quite.

You see, I've lost Prince James

and could really use a hand
in finding the rogue.

Well, you've certainly come
to the right place.

I haven't traveled
nearly as much as you.

I like traveling, but I think
I would miss Meadow Ridge.

I think I would miss it too.

I like who I am when I'm here.

I like Meadow Ridge James too.

Take that, put that here.

Don't know what all the fuss is
about Prince James.

James, you wiley fox.

Normal James lives his life
by one rule only.

Oh, yeah?

Be kind to others,
and things will fall into place.

- I like that.
- For Prince James,

hopefully, that means
a life of normalcy.

Well, there's nothing
more normal than cookies.

This is such a rush.

This is better
than racing my stallion

through the vineyards
of Samavia.

I love it.

Told you.

Tell me about it.

Everything would be
so much easier

if Allie just got a boyfriend.

If His Royal Highness
would embark in courtship,

then maybe I'd get a night off

from my royal butler duties
for once.

Then perhaps I might...

invite you for dinner.

Oh.

Perhaps you might.

But maybe
when this is all over.

Allie is my priority right now.

You're a noble woman, Sofía.

I thought I might see you here.

Oh, hi.

Uh, still no bloom.

- Nothing.
- Mm-mm.

If it gets much warmer,
it may never bloom.

That's nature.

Sometimes the timing
just isn't right.

Have you ever seen the newts

at that charming little pond
at the back of the park?

I've been to the pond.

I don't know about the newts.

They are marvelous, Allie.

Look, I've got to show you.

I snapped this picture
for Marily.

She'll be delighted to see
this crested little fellow.

- Marily?
- Yeah.

Oh, that girl loves her newts.

She was telling me
all about it

at the Grand Hotel
the other day.

Wow, she must have changed a lot
since we were friends.

Oh.

Pretty spectacular, huh?

Ew, James, what is that?

It's a crested red-bellied newt.

I spotted it in the park
and I looked it up in your book.

They're actually quite rare.

My book?

"Newts and Other Amphibians

from Ponds and Other
Turbid Bodies of Water"?

You left it behind
the other night,

and I've been perusing it.

It's a fascinating read.

Of course.

My newt book, yes.

I love newts.

Let me see
that cute little guy again.

He's spectacular.

Look at the cresting
around there.

Adorable.

Uh...

Italian type 00 flour.

Great, type 00 flour.

And candied Iranian pistachios.

Hello?

Uh, do we have the, uh,

the candied pistachios, Sofía?

Oh, great, thank you.

You know, for someone
who's only partaking

in the circus
for the business opportunity,

seems pretty occupied

with the ringmaster's
comings and goings.

Okay, um, can you hand me
the Sicilian lemons, please?

Just in case
you missed my subtlety,

looks like you're into James!

Stop it! I didn't miss
your subtlety. I got it.

Like you want to be
with him after this...

Sofía, you are embarrassing me.

I got it!
Do we have another lemon?

Yes.

Allie, good Lord!

If you are this distracted,

then I have nothing
to worry about.

What do you want, Marily?

I just wanted to swing by

and say that I saw you
with Prince James last night.

Late last night.

Silly me!

I mean, I bought
this whole good-girl act,

with the free bakes
and the town spirit,

but this whole time,
you've just been dipping

your spatula
in that royal icing.

Tsk, tsk.

Oh, please, Marily.

Have you seen
any excellent endangered newts

on your hikes recently?

Yeah, that's what I thought.

You don't own sneakers.

Do you even know
what a newt is?

Well, at least I'm up front
about my intentions,

for this competition
and for James.

For James?

Yes.

Him and I have been spending

some delightful time together.

What, no witty retort to that?

It must be because you know
that he prefers me,

despite all your hard work.

When I win this competition

and you move far away,

we--James and I--

will buy The Cake Corner,

and we'll turn it
into a chipmunk cafe

where everyone in town
will come and eat cake

and hug
those furry little beasts.

Everyone apart from you.

Thank you, thank you all.

Baking on the scale
the coronation cake requires

is both fast-paced
and extremely meticulous.

I want the chosen baker
to be able to handle it.

Allie, Marily,

I've asked my royal butler Henry

to provide you with all
the necessary equipment.

You will have one hour
to bake, ice, and decorate

a floral rose cake.

Please take full advantage
of these mechanical aids.

Your time starts...

now.

Um...

You're pathetic.

Six is the lowest setting.

Just put it on that.

Oh, thank you.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

Did I say six?

Oops, I meant one.

Marily, please.

What do you say, Allie?

Give up now,
or do you want to sweat out

the remaining 43 minutes?

I'm good.

I can do this.

Couldn't do it.

Perfectly timed.

Well, I can't fault
that piping work.

The winner of this round

is Marily.

Go, Marily! Woo!

That means we have a tie.

I propose
a final tiebreaker round

tomorrow.

Winner takes all.

I'm in.

Uh...

yeah, sure.

Then it's settled.

But before you leave,
a quick word.

Tomorrow will be my final day
in Meadow Ridge.

I would like to invite you all
to the Grand Hotel tonight

for dinner as a token
of my gratitude

for your hospitality
and your friendship.

Thank you, thank you.

We've come a long way, sir,

from feeling like
a stranger here

to inviting
an entire town's worth

of your closet friends
to dinner.

I might as well start
packing up the shop.

I'm gonna lose the bet
and have to move.

Oh!

Give it up, Sofía!

I'm not going!

Yes, you are, madam.

You're gonna get up,

put on a lovely dress
and your big-girl shoes,

and go gracefully marching
in there.

I have nothing to wear.

Plus, I don't want to.

Allie Loman,

this little mental bake-down
of yours is not cute.

You haven't lost
this competition.

You haven't lost your business.

Stop feeling sorry for yourself.

You lost one challenge

because of that cheat Marily,
might I add.

I told you she was a jerk.

This isn't about her.

This is about you.

You're gonna get up,

you're gonna shake the dust off,

and you're gonna face
the frosting, Allie.

You're too good not to.

What if I'm not?

What if I am just
some silly baker making a mess

of her marvelous
late grandmother's legacy?

Allie...

you're not!

You're a wonderful baker.

Then why did I lose today?

Why is my business
always in trouble?

Why do I keep letting Marily
get the best of me?

Maybe because you're hurting.

You miss your nana.

And you miss your friend.

But this will pass,

and everything will get better.

Now, I know there's
something great in there.

Sofía!

Thank you.

Allie's got this all the way.

Absolutely.

Thank you.

- Hi!
- Hey!

Darling, you look radiant.

Tough luck
during the challenge today,

but I've got faith
in you, kiddo.

Thank you.

You look like
you've been shopping

at the city dump.

And you look like

one of your overstuffed
stodgy pies.

Allie, you came!

- Hi.
- You look delightful.

Thank you.

I, uh, it's my grandmother's.

I didn't know what to wear
to a royal dinner party.

I cannot believe
she just said that to me.

I've been nothing
but nice to her.

You know, my mother said,

"Grace is more than a ball gown.

It's about being kind
and generous with your spirit."

Oops.

Sorry!

Thank you all for being here

and for making my sojourn
to Meadow Ridge

one of the happiest times
of my life, again.

As a boy, I used to come here
with my mother and my brothers,

and I've so enjoyed
the opportunity

to walk in her footsteps

and take in all
of your glorious nature

and get to know each
and every one of you.

I've had the pleasure
of watching you bake,

work hard, and contribute

to keeping
the Meadow Ridge community alive

through your actions,
day in and day out.

It has shed new light

on the meaning of the word,
"community."

It's not some Royal Court ruling
from above.

It's everyday acts
of kindness and love.

Tomorrow, we will choose
a champion

who will bake
the coronation cake

for my brother's rise
to the throne

of Samavia next week.

And although there
can only be one winner,

know that I will bring
the very spirit

of Meadow Ridge itself
to that coronation,

and to life generally.

Thank you all.

- Cheers.
- Hear, hear.

Thank you, James.

I believe I speak

for all the people
of Meadow Ridge

when I say, "Thank you."

Who would've thought
that little Meadow Ridge

would have a prince
in our midst to humble us?

I, for one, am honored
to have had the pleasure

to bask in your royal presence.

While I am confident
that I will win tomorrow,

I would like to take
this opportunity to say

that you have touched me deeply.

Thank you, Marily.

And I meant every word of that.

Oh.

I'm gonna go.

Allie, stay!

- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Have fun!

All you Team Marily scoundrels.

Look at what you did
to poor Allie.

She just needs thicker skin
if she wants to be a baker.

Yeah, if you're gonna live
that baker's fast lane,

you have to be ready
to get burnt.

You boys have lost it.

Allie is a great baker,

and she's been a great friend
to both of you over the years.

Can't make a coronation cake
without smashing some eggs.

You are a true indictment of
our public school system, boys.

So many mixed metaphors
flying around.

What are you doing?

What do you mean?

Are you serious?
The flirting?

I thought it was just gameplay,

your strategy
to win the competition.

Me? Never.

I'm just a newt-loving
baker girl standing--

Okay, well, let's talk
about newts, Marily.

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't lie.

Drop the act.

No newthead
would've been so blasé

about the crested red-bellied
specimen I showed you.

I wanted to get
your attention, James.

Throughout this
entire competition,

you've only had eyes for Allie.

My business was on the line.

Is that why you sabotaged
her cake in the last challenge?

Yes, I saw that.

I'm sorry if you think
my connection with Allie

has colored my judgment
in this challenge.

It's not something
I anticipated.

But I hope your victory
yesterday proves otherwise.

But your behavior
over the last few days

has given me serious concern
for your character.

Gosh, I've been a real
piece of work, haven't I?

I'm afraid you have,

though I don't
entirely blame you.

This competition has been
a real pressure cooker.

I was scared
I'd lose my business.

I lost my mind,

and then I thought
you might be interested in me.

Please forgive me, James.

Well, I think it's Allie that
you should be apologizing to.

Regardless of the competition,
you have been rotten to her.

Surely you must miss
her friendship.

- Have you seen Allie?
- Uh, no, why?

She hasn't turned up, and she
isn't answering her phone.

Oh, okay, okay, um,
I'll check the apartment,

you check the bakery,
and you check the park.

Please? Thank you... sir.

Okay.

Allie?

Allie, Allie...

I'm terribly sorry,
have you seen Allie?

Has she been through at all?

No?

Allie, have you seen her?

Do you know? No?

Ned, Ned, Ned, Ned, have you,
by any chance, seen Allie?

Has she been through?

Oh...

There you are.

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

Oh, it's bloomed!

That is beautiful.

Look, James, um...

these last few days,
I got wrapped up

in the frenzy
of the competition,

of... you.

I lost sight of the things
that actually mattered to me.

My bakery,
the people of Meadow Ridge,

my grandmother's legacy.

I've been struggling
for a while,

but the competition,

it brought it all
to the surface.

I need to get a handle
on my life.

So I'll finish
the last challenge,

but then, win or lose,
I have to move on.

Save my bakery,
focus on myself, not you.

- I, I think--
- James, please.

Let's just call this
what it is, okay?

Barely a business relationship

that has come
to its natural conclusion.

I respect your decision.

Thank you all for gathering

for the final challenge.

Today, I have no gimmicks

and no tricks lined up.

I just want
these two fantastic bakers

to do their very best.

Bake a cake,

any cake.

Baker's choice.

You have three hours.

Let's hear it for them.

Go, Marily, go!

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

- Go, Marily, go!
- Let's go, Allie!

Oh, no.

I'm gonna lose this, aren't I?

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

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

Be kind to others,

and everything else
will fall into place.

Stop! Stop! Everybody stop!

What are we doing?

What are we doing?

We should be building
each other up,

not tearing each other down.

Nana Lola encouraged us
to bake together,

and she was right.

She even created
the Double Strawberry Charlotte

for that reason.

Now look at us.

This isn't us.

I am a better baker
when I bake with you.

This rivalry is silly,
and it's bad for us,

and it's clearly bad
for them too.

Let's put this behind us
once and for all.

Forget the bet.
Let's work together.

I miss you.

So, what do you say?

For old times' bake?

Nana Lola's
Double Strawberry Charlotte.

We both once swore
that we'd never make it again.

If we couldn't bake it together,

we agreed
that we wouldn't bake it at all.

But we were wrong.

We would like to make
this cake for the coronation

if we can bake it together.

Henry?

Thank you.

Mmm.

This is the best cake
I have ever had.

This tastes like my childhood!

It's like having my mother
here with me.

Need I even say it?

There will be no winner.

Allie and Marily will bake
the coronation cake together!

Oh, thank you!

So anyway, I'm sorry.

Oh, Mar, I'm sorry too.

I pushed you out in my grief.
I was such a fool.

No, I was a butthead.

Pressuring you like that
at such a difficult time.

And I'm sorry I let this rivalry
get so out of hand.

I'm sorry about that too.

I promise to never let that
happen again.

- Never.
- Never.

There'll always be a place for
you here at Meadow Ridge, dear.

Thank you, Mayor Dodds,
and if you're ever in Samavia,

you know where to find me.

Oh, yes, in the big house
with the golden toilet.

It's been fun, James.

Thank you, Jerome.

I guess we'll have to wait
a little longer for that dinner.

Goodbye, everyone.

Didn't realize
you were leaving so soon.

Prince Regent's orders.

Maybe in another lifetime,
I guess.

Or another country.

Why don't you join Allie
in Samavia for the coronation?

Maybe I will.

Thank you all for coming.

Take care.

Mayor Dodds, pleasure, pleasure.

Hey.

What's going on here?

Prince James and Henry
just left for the airport.

Folks were waving them off.

Oh.

I guess that's it then.

What do you mean, that's it?

You'll see him next week
in Samavia.

Tell him how you feel.

Wait, but I thought
you liked him.

- Me?
- Yeah.

Oh, no.

Too outdoorsy for me.

Plus, I've seen the way
he looks at you.

I'd never stand a chance.

Guess we're both going.

Piping on the top layer, check.

Candied crown jewels?

- Check.
- Great.

Thirty-seven fondant flowers.

So this is where
the magic happens!

I've never been down here.

You must be Allie and Marily.

Ladies, may I present the future
King Stewart of Samavia

and our younger brother,
Prince Benedict.

Very nice to meet you both.

Nice to meet you.

So, this is it!

This is the magic cake.

Yes, it is, your highness.

Baked especially
for your coronation.

I haven't had a cake like that

since I was a snot-nosed brat
chasing after you guys.

Not much has changed then,
eh, Benny?

It was a wild ride, but I knew

this was the cake
to bring back to you, Stewart.

For Mother, as well.

She would've loved
to be here for you.

Thank you, James.

It only took you four weeks
to procure a cake.

I think you're ready
for more responsibility.

Ladies, you will be witness
as I promise a promotion

to James here
in the Samavian Court.

Oh!

He will now be in charge

of the Royal Cufflinks.

I do have
an extensive collection.

Seeing how he dealt
with this cake palaver,

I expect he'll find
the new role quite challenging.

Won't you, Jamie?

Do you know what, Stewart?

You may be the king soon enough,

but you can be
a real piece of work sometimes.

- James?
- Watch your mouth.

I said it, someone had to.

I did a nice,
special thing for you.

Oh, please.

You gave yourself a vacation
to Meadow Ridge,

hiding from
your responsibilities,

while everyone here worked hard

to make the coronation
even happen.

Maybe I did,

but I gave up all of my hopes

and dreams and interests
for this Royal Court,

which I didn't even want
to be part of

in the first place,
by the way.

And you treating me
like an incompetent idiot

is downright disrespectful.

If Samavia is to have
such a nasty king,

then maybe I don't want to be
part of this Royal Court.

I didn't know you felt
like this, little brother.

Being in Meadow Ridge
with good, honest people

reminded me what Mother said.

Being kind is
the most important thing

a man can be.

If these ladies
can put aside their differences

and make you
this incredible cake,

then you can start
by treating others, namely me,

with a bit more kindness
and respect.

Looks like little James
grew a backbone

out there in Meadow Ridge.

It's not everyone that goes off
on the king like that.

Well, you're not the king yet.

Just my annoying older brother.

Have you spotted
the great tufted owl nest

beyond, on the cliffs?

Actually, I came in here
to hide from you.

But of course I spotted it.

Samavia is the most beautiful
country in the world.

I could never leave it.

It is my whole heart.

You've always known
your place here,

as king,

and I've always felt trapped
by it.

Now that I've been away,
I just know that my heart is...

somewhere else.

With someone else, you mean?

Perhaps.

But it's more than that, really.

You said it yourself,
I'm pretty useless

for all these royal duties.

And I don't think managing

your admittedly impressive
cufflink collection

is really the best way
for me to serve our people.

Forget the cufflinks!

I'm about to be king!

I need my brother beside me.
I'm scared.

Scared?

Stewart, you're the finest,
bravest man I know.

You had no problem telling me
some hard truths back there,

even though you knew
it would hurt me.

And I needed to hear it,
for my own good.

That is what will make you
a great king.

It's what makes you
an amazing brother.

Then step up, James.

With our immense privilege
comes great responsibility.

It's not a regular job
you can just quit.

Well, maybe it should be.

Maybe Samavia deserves
a better prince than me.

And don't I deserve
the life that I want?

Maybe.

My lord,

it's time.

I swear to uphold
my royal duties

to all Samavians.

Thank you for allowing me
to be your king.

It is the greatest honor
of my entire life.

And now I pledge,

with my brother James
as my witness,

to rule only with kindness.

James, I trust

that you will face me
with honesty

and remind me of this pledge
for as long as I shall reign.

It shall be Prince James'
only royal duty.

From this day forward,
Prince James of Samavia

is released of his royal duties,
aside from that one,

and is free to pursue
whatever interests he has

at home and abroad.

What can I say?

Some people just like
a quiet life.

And now,

let's party.

To Samavia!

To Samavia!

Hip hip, hooray!

Hooray!

You look stunning in that gown.

You clean up
pretty well yourself.

Did you expect me
to ask you to dance?

Care to dance?

After the way I treated you,

you still want to dance with me?

Now more than ever.

I just hope you're
a better girlfriend

than you were a boss.

Were?

Yes.

I definitely quit.

You look beautiful.

Thank you.

Looks like I'll be back
in Meadow Ridge

sooner than I thought.

I'm happy to hear that.

Not sure what I'll do

now that I'm
an unemployed prince.

Oh, well, you know
what they say, right?

Life is what you bake it.