Cinderella:
Why, it's my...
Mice and Birds:
Surprise! Surprise! Surprise!
Gus:
Duh, duh, duh... Happy Birthday!
Jaq:
No, no, no, no!
[
Drizella hits high note, while Anastasia's finger gets caught in the flute, causing it to hit Drizella's chin]
Drizella:
You clumsy...
[
takes flute and hits Anastasia in the head]
Drizella:
You did it on purpose!
Anastasia:
[
takes flute and hits Drizella in the head] You're always...
Stepmother:
Girls. Girls.
Anastasia:
It's her fault, Mother.
Stepmother:
Above all, self-control.
[
Cinderella knocks on the door]
Stepmother:
[
Angry, slams on piano keys] Yes!
Jaq:
Lucify. That's him. Meany, sneaky. Jump at you. Bite at you!
Stepmother:
Drizella? Drizella.
Drizella:
Mmm? What?
Stepmother:
Get up. Quick, this instant. We haven't a moment to lose. Anastasia? Anastasia. Get up, Anastasia.
Anastasia:
Huh? What for? Why?
Stepmother:
Oh, everyone's talking about it. The whole kingdom. Oh, hurry now. He'll be here any minute.
Drizella:
[
yawning] Who will?
Stepmother:
The Grand Duke. He's been hunting all night.
Drizella:
Hunting?
Stepmother:
For that girl. The one who lost her slipper at the ball last night. They say he's madly in love with her.
Anastasia:
The Duke is?
Stepmother:
Oh, no, no, no. The Prince.
Stepmother:
[
to Cinderella when she drops the crockery] You clumsy little fool!
[
while making Cinderella's dress]
Gus:
I'll cut it with the scissors!
Jaq:
And I can do the sewing.
Perla:
Leave the sewing to the women. You go get some trimmin'.
Cinderella:
[
upon hearing of the royal ball] Why, that means I can go, too.
Drizella:
[
to Anastasia and Stepmother] Hah! Her, dancing with the Prince.
Anastasia:
[
mocking Cinderella] I'd be honored, Your Highness. Would you mind holding my broom. Ha Ha!
Drizella:
[
ordering Cinderella in bedroom when being brought breakfast] Take that ironing and have it back in an hour! One hour, you hear?
Stepmother:
[
looking for Cinderella] Cinderella! Cinderella! Cinderella! Oh, where is that...
Cinderella:
Yes? Here I am.
Stepmother:
Oh. My daughters- where are they?
Cinderella:
Uh, I think they're still in bed.
Stepmother:
Oh. Well don't just stand there. Bring up the breakfast trays at once and hurry!
Cinderella:
[
singing] A dream is a wish your heart makes when you're fast asleep. In dreams you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep. Have faith in your dreams, and someday, your rainbow will come smiling through. No matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come true.
[
as the Stepmother gives her daughters a music lesson]
Drizella:
[
singing] Oh, sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale, hi-i-i-i-i...
[
Drizella hits high note, while Anastasia's finger gets caught in the flute, causing it to hit Drizella's chin]
Drizella:
...i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i-i...
[
as Anastasia tries on the glass slipper, which at first appears to fit]
Anastasia:
There. I knew it was my slipper. Exactly my size. I always wear the same size. As soon as I saw it, I said...
[
the Herald lifts up her foot, revealing that the shoe just barely covers one toe]
Anastasia:
Oh. Well, it-it may be a trifle snug today. You know how it is, dancing all night. I can't understand why.
[
the Herald tries to hammer the shoe on]
Anastasia:
It's always fit perfectly before. I don't think you're half trying. Mother, can you...
Stepmother:
[
indicating the sleeping Grand Duke] Shh. Quiet, my dear. We mustn't disturb his Grace.
[
to the Herald]
Stepmother:
Young man, are you sure you're trying it on the right foot?
Stepmother:
Well, I see no reason why you can't go... if you get all your work done.
Cinderella:
Oh, I will. I promise.
Stepmother:
And, if you can find something suitable to wear.
Cinderella:
I'm sure I can. Oh, thank you, Stepmother.
[
she exits]
Drizella:
Mother, do you realize what you just said?
Stepmother:
Of course. I said, "If."
[
as the Grand Duke tries to stop Cinderella from leaving the ball]
Grand Duke:
Mademoiselle? Señorita? Just a moment!
Grand Duke:
Your Majesty, I see no point in beating about the bush. I regret to inform you, Sire, that the young lady has disappeared, leaving behind only this glass slipper.
[
the Duke is talking to an empty chair]
Grand Duke:
Yes. I'll do it.
[
pause]
Grand Duke:
No. I just can't.
[
after both stepsisters fail trying on the glass slipper]
Grand Duke:
You are the only ladies of the household, I hope, er, I presume?
Cinderella:
It's midnight.
Prince Charming:
Yes, so it is. But, why...
Cinderella:
Goodbye.
Prince Charming:
No, no, wait. You can't go now. It's only...
Cinderella:
Oh, I must, please. Please, I must!
Prince Charming:
But, why?
Cinderella:
Well, I-I, oh, the Prince. I haven't met the Prince.
Prince Charming:
The Prince? But, didn't you know that...
[
as the Prince bows uninterestedly to the various female ball guests]
The King:
Ah! The boy isn't cooperating.
Page:
Mademoiselle Leonora Mercedes de la Tour. Daughter of Colonel and Madame de la Tour.
The King:
I can't understand it. There must be at least one who'd make a suitable mother.
Grand Duke:
Shh. Sire.
The King:
Er, a suitable wife.
[
first lines]
Narrator:
Once upon a time in a faraway land there was a tiny kingdom, peaceful, prosperous, and rich in romance and tradition. Here in a stately chateau there lived a widowed gentleman and his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, and gave his beloved child every luxury and comfort, still he felt she needed a mother's care. And so he married again, choosing for his second wife a woman of good family with two daughters just Cinderella's age, by name, Anastasia and Drisella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the step-mother's true nature was revealed. Cold, cruel, and bitterly jealous of Cinderella’s charm and beauty, she was grimly determined to forward the interests of her own two awkward daughters. Thus as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair for the family fortunes were squandered upon the vain and selfish step-sisters while Cinderella was abused, humiliated, and finally forced to become a servant in her own house. And yet, through it all, Cinderella remained ever gentle and kind, for with each dawn she found new hope that someday her dreams of happiness would come true.
Cinderella:
[
to the clocktower chiming] Oh, that clock! Old killjoy. I hear you. "Come on, get up," you say, "Time to start another day." Even he orders me around. Well, there's one thing. They can't order me to stop dreaming.
Jaq:
Poor Cinderelly. Ev'ry time she find a minute, that's the time when they begin it. "Cinderelly! Cinderelly!"
Drizella, Anastasia:
[
from downstairs] Cinderella!
[
Jaq closes door]
Jaq:
[
singing] Cinderelly, Cinderelly / Night and day it's Cinderelly / Make the fire! Fix the breakfast! / Wash the dishes! Do the moppin'!
Mice:
And the sweepin', and the dustin' / They always keep her hoppin'.
Jaq:
She go around in circles 'till she very, very dizzy / Still they holler...
Mice:
Keep-a busy, Cinderelly!
Cinderella:
[
to Bruno, the dog] Dreaming again. Chasing Lucifer? Catch him this time? That's bad.
[
Lucifer snickers]
Cinderella:
Suppose they heard you upstairs. You know the orders. So if you don't want to lose a warm, nice bed, you'd better get rid of those dreams. Know how? Just learn to like cats.
[
Bruno groans]
Cinderella:
No, I mean it. Lucifer has his good points, too. For one thing, he... Well, sometimes he... Hmmm. There must be something good about him.
[
Bruno laughs at Lucifer]
The King:
I give up. Even I couldn't expect the boy to...
Grand Duke:
Well, if I may say so, Your Majesty, I did try to warn you; but you, Sire, are incurably romantic. No doubt you saw the whole pretty picture in detail. The young prince bowing to the assembly. Suddenly he stops. He looks up. For, lo, there she stands. The girl of his dreams. Who she is or whence she came, he knows not, nor does he care for his heart tells him that here, here is the maid predestined to be his bride.
[
Unbeknown to him, the very events he has described have occured as he spoke]
Grand Duke:
A pretty plot for fairy tales, Sire. But in real life, oh, no. No, it was foredoomed to failure.
The King:
Failure, eh? Ha-ha! Take a look at that, you pompous windbag!
Fairy Godmother:
What in the world did I do with that magic wand? I-I was sure I...
Cinderella:
Magic wand?
Fairy Godmother:
That's strange. I-I always...
Cinderella:
Why, then you must be...
Fairy Godmother:
Your Fairy Godmother? Of course. Now, where is that wand? I- Oh! I forgot. I put it away.
[
Literally pulls the wand from thin air]
[
after Cinderella has surprisingly managed to procure a ball gown, Anastasia and Drizella protest]
Stepmother:
Girls, please. After all, we did make a bargain, didn't we, Cinderella?
[
notices her daughters' discarded articles on Cinderella]
Stepmother:
And I never go back on my word. Hmm. How very clever. These beads. They give it just the right touch. Don't you think so, Drizella?
Drizella:
No, I don't. I think she's...
[
gasps]
Drizella:
Why, you little thief. They're *my* beads. Give them here.
[
rips them off]
Cinderella:
Oh, no!
Anastasia:
Oh, and look. That's my sash. Wearing my sash, she can't.
[
the two stepsisters proceed to destroy Cinderella's dress completely]
Stepmother:
Girls, girls. That's quite enough. Hurry along, now, both of you. I won't have you upsetting yourselves.
Stepmother:
[
pleasantly] Good night.
[
the Fairy Godmother appears as Cinderella sobs]
Cinderella:
Oh, no. No, it isn't true. It's just no use. No use at all. I can't believe. Not anymore. There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.
Fairy Godmother:
Nothing, my dear? Oh, now you don't really mean that.
Cinderella:
Oh, but I do...
Fairy Godmother:
Nonsense, child. If you'd lost all your faith, I couldn't be here. And here I am.
[
as the Fairy Godmother casts her spell]
Fairy Godmother:
[
singing] Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Put them together, and what have you got? Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Salaga-doola, menchika-boola, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. It will do magic, believe it or not, Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo. Now, "Salagadoola" means, "A-Menchika-boola-roo," but the the thingamabob, that does the job, is "Bibbidi-bobbidi-boo."
[
after creating a coach, horses, a coachman, and a footman for Cinderella]
Fairy Godmother:
Well, hop in my dear. We can't waste time.
Cinderella:
But, uh...
Fairy Godmother:
Uh, uh, now, now, now, don't-don't try to thank me.
Cinderella:
Oh, I wasn't... I mean, I do, but-but don't you think my dress...
Fairy Godmother:
Yes, it's lovely, dear, lov...
[
realizing]
Fairy Godmother:
Good Heavens, child! You can't go in that.
The King:
My son has been avoiding his responsibilities long enough. It's high time he married and settled down.
Grand Duke:
Of course, your Majesty, but we must be patient...
The King:
I AM PATIENT!
[
throws an inkwell]
Cinderella:
Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and-and-and boring, and-and completely... Completely wonderful.
[
as the Duke tries to tell the King Cinderella has run away]
Grand Duke:
Your Majesty...
The King:
So he's proposed already! Tell me all about it.
Grand Duke:
Well, Sire...
The King:
Who is she? Where does she live?
Grand Duke:
Well, I didn't get a chance...
The King:
Oh, no matter, we've more important things to discuss. Arrangements for the wedding, invitations, a national holiday, all that sort of thing.
Grand Duke:
But, but, Sire...
The King:
Here, here, have a cigar. Take a few more.
Grand Duke:
But, but, but...
The King:
Better practice passing these out, eh?
Grand Duke:
But, but, but, if you'd only listen...
The King:
[
takes out sword] And, for you, my friend...
Grand Duke:
Your Majesty, please...
The King:
A knighthood. I hereby dub you, sir... er, er, by the way, what title would you like?
Grand Duke:
Sire, she got away.
The King:
Sir "She Got Away... ” A peculiar title, but if that's what you... She WHAT?
[
as the King chases the Grand Duke for letting Cinderella get away]
Grand Duke:
But sire, he loves her. He won't rest till he finds her. He's determined to marry her.
[
dodges sword]
The King:
What? What did you say?
Grand Duke:
The Prince, Sire, swears he'll marry none but the girl who fits this slipper.
The King:
He said *that*, did he? Ha ha. We've got him.
[
cuts the chandelier both of them are hanging onto; there's a scream and a crash]
Grand Duke:
But, Sire, this slipper may fit any number of girls.
The King:
That's his problem. He's given his word, we'll hold him to it.
Grand Duke:
No, no, your Highness. I'll have nothing to do with it.
The King:
You'll try this on every maid in my kingdom. And, if the shoe fits...
[
runs his sword under the Duke's nose]
The King:
Bring her in.
Cinderella:
Why, it's like a dream. A wonderful dream come true.
Fairy Godmother:
Yes, my child, but like all dreams, well, I'm afraid this can't last forever. You'll have only 'til midnight, and then...
Cinderella:
Midnight? Oh, thank you.
Fairy Godmother:
Oh, now, now, now, now, now, just a minute. You must understand, my dear: On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken, and everything will be as it was before.
Cinderella:
Oh, I understand, but... it's more than I ever hoped for.
[
last lines]
[
as Cinderella prepares to try on the slipper]
Grand Duke:
Come, my child.
[
beckons to the Page Boy, who runs carrying the slipper. The Stepmother sticks out her cane and trips him, causing the slipper to shatter into pieces]
Grand Duke:
Oh, no! Oh, no, no. Oh, no. Oh, this is terrible. The King! What will he say?
[
clutches throat]
Grand Duke:
What will he do?
Cinderella:
But, perhaps, if it would help...
Grand Duke:
[
sobbing] No, no, nothing can help now. Nothing!
Cinderella:
But, you see, I have the other slipper.
[
after the coach, the horses, etc. change back]
Cinderella:
I'm sorry. I-I guess I forgot about everything, even the time, but... but it was so wonderful. And he was so handsome, and when we danced... oh, I'm sure that even the Prince himself couldn't have been more... more... Oh, well, it-it's over, and...
Jaq:
Cinderelly. Look! Look! Your slipper. Your slipper.
Gus:
Yeah. A slipper.
[
the mice go on about the glass slipper still on her foot]
Cinderella:
Oh!
[
to the sky]
Cinderella:
Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.
[
as the Duke is about to leave]
Cinderella:
Your Grace. Your Grace. Please, wait. May I try it on?
Stepmother:
Oh. Pay no attention to HER.
Anastasia:
It's only Cinderella.
Drizella:
Our scullery maid...
Anastasia:
From the kitchen.
Drizella:
It's ridiculous.
Anastasia:
Impossible.
Drizella:
She's out of her mind.
Stepmother:
Yes, yes. Just an imaginitive child!
Grand Duke:
[
in an official and impatient tone] Madam, my orders were *every* maiden!
Cinderella:
[
enters Stepmother's bedroom after Gus is found under a tea cup] Oh, please, you don't think that I would...
Stepmother:
[
interrupting] Hold your tongue! Now, it seems we have time on our hands.
Cinderella:
But, I was only trying to...
Stepmother:
[
interrupting] Silence! Time for vicious practical jokes. Perhaps we can put it to better use. Now, let me see... There's the large carpet in the main hall- Clean it! And the windows upstairs and down- Wash them! Oh yes, and the tapestries and the draperies...
Cinderella:
[
interrupting] But I just finished...
Stepmother:
[
interrupting] Do them again! And don't forget the garden. Then scrub the terrace, sweep the halls and the stairs, clean the chimneys. And of course there's the mending and the sewing and the laundry... Oh, yes, and one more thing. See that Lucifer gets his bath.
Stepmother:
And, by royal command, every eligible maiden is to attend.
Drizella:
Why, that's us!
Anastasia:
And I'm so eligible!
[
naming the new mouse]
Cinderella:
Now for a name. I've got one! Octavius. But for short, we'll call you Gus.
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