Cinderella

Gus:
Duh, duh, duh Happy Birthday.

Drizella:
You clumsy

Drizella:
You did it on purpose.

Anastasia:
It wasn't my fault.

Stepmother:
Girls. Girls. Above all, self-control.

Jaq:
Lucifee sneaky, jump at you.

Stepmother:
Drizella? Drizella.

Drizella:
Mmm? What?

Stepmother:
Get up. Quick, this instant. We haven't a moment to lose. Anastasia? Anastasia. Wake up, Anastasia.

Anastasia:
Huh? Huh, what's the matter?

Stepmother:
Oh, everyone's talking about it. The whole kingdom. He'll be here any minute.

Drizella:
Who, now?

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:
No, no, no. The Prince.

Cinderella:
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 dreams that you wish will come true.

Stepmother:
Well, Cinderella, I see no reason why you can't go to the ball... if you get all your work done...

Cinderella:
Oh, I will.

Stepmother:
And, if you can find something suitable to wear.

Cinderella:
I'm sure I can. Oh, thank you, Stepmother.

Drizella:
Mother, do you realize what you've just said?

Stepmother:
Of course. I said, "IF."

Grand Duke:
Uh, mademoiselle? Señorita? Mein Fraülein?

Grand Duke:
You are the only ladies in the house, I hope, er, I presume?

Cinderella:
It's midnight.

Prince Charming:
Well, yes, so it is.

Cinderella:
Goodbye.

Prince Charming:
"Goodbye?" But you can't go now.

Cinderella:
I must. Please, I must.

Prince Charming:
But why?

Cinderella:
Uh, well, uh... the Prince. I haven't met the Prince.

Prince Charming:
The Prince?... but didn't you know...

The King:
Ah. The boy isn't cooperating. 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.

Narrator:
Here, in a stately chateau, there lived a widowed gentleman, with his little daughter, Cinderella. Although he was a kind and devoted father, who gave his beloved child everything she deserved, 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 little daughters just Cinderella's age, by name, Anastasia and Drizella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the Stepmother'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.

Cinderella:
Oh, no. No, it isn't true. It's just no use. I can't believe. Not anymore. There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.

Fairy Godmother:
That's not true, dear.

Cinderella:
Yes it is...

Fairy Godmother:
Nonsense, child. If you'd lost all your dreams, I couldn't be here. And here I am.

Fairy Godmother:
Well, hop in my dear. We can't waste time.

Cinderella:
Oh, but...

Fairy Godmother:
No, no, don't thank me.

Cinderella:
Oh, no... er, I mean, I do, but don't you think my dress...

Fairy Godmother:
Yes, it's lovely, dear, I...

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.

Cinderella:
Oh, well. What's a royal ball? After all, I suppose it would be frightfully dull, and boring, and completely...

Cinderella:
Completely wonderful.

Grand Duke:
Uh, your Majesty...

The King:
So he's proposed already, has he? Ha ha. Congratulations. Tell me all about it. Who is she? Where does she come from?

Grand Duke:
Er, I didn't get a chance...

The King:
Well, no matter, we've more important things to discuss. Arrangements for the wedding, invitations a national holiday, that sort of thing. Have a cigar. Well, take a few more. Have to practice passing these out, eh?

The King:
And, for you, my friend...

Grand Duke:
No, no. Your Majesty...

The King:
A knighthood. I dub you, sir... er, by the way, what title would you like?

Grand Duke:
Sire, she got away.

The King:
"She Got Away..." A peculiar title, but if that's what you... She did WHAT?

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 have only until midnight, and...

Cinderella:
Midnight? Oh, thank you...

Fairy Godmother:
Oh, now, you must understand, my dear: At 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.

Narrator:
Thus, as time went by, the chateau fell into disrepair, for the family fortune was squandered on the vain and selfish stepsisters, while Cinderella was abused, mistreated, 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:
I'm sorry. I guess I forgot about everything, even the time, but... but it was so wonderful. 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's over, and...

Jaq:
Cinderelly. Your slipper. Your slipper.

Cinderella:
Oh.

Cinderella:
Thank you. Thank you so much for everything.

[CINDERELLA From the Original Classic by CHARLES PERRAULT COLOR BY TECHNICOLOR]

Male chorus:
Cinderella, you're as lovely as your name

Cinderella, you're a sunset in a frame

Female chorus:
Though you're dressed in rags, you wear an air of queenly grace

Anyone can see a throne would be your proper place

Male Chorus:
Cinderella, if you give your heart a chance

It will lead you to the kingdom of romance

There you'll see your dreams unfold

Cinderella, Cinderella, in the sweetest story ever told

[The Song's main title theme]

[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 Drizella. It was upon the untimely death of this good man, however, that the stepmother'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 stepsisters, 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:
Oh please, you don't think that I would—

Lady Tremaine:
Hold your tongue! Now, it seems we have time on our hands.

Cinderella:
But I was only trying to—

Lady Tremaine:
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:
But I just finished—

Lady Tremaine:
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.

Lady Tremaine:
And, by royal command, every eligible maiden is to attend!

Drizella:
Why, that's us!

Anastasia:
And I'm so eligible!

Cinderella:
Why, that means I can go too!

Drizella:
Hah! Her, dancing with the Prince. [laughing]

Anastasia:
[mocking Cinderella] I'd be honored, Your Highness. [holds out her flute] Would you mind holding my broom? [both waltz in place, laughing derisively]

Cinderella:
Well, why not? After all I'm still a member of the family, and it said, "by royal command, every eligible maiden is to attend."

Lady Tremaine:
Well, I see no reason why you can't go... if you get all your work done.

Cinderella:
Oh, I will. I promise.

Lady Tremaine:
And, if you can find something suitable to wear.

Cinderella:
I'm sure I can. Oh, thank you, Stepmother.

Drizella:
Mother! Do you realize what you just said?

Lady Tremaine:
Of course. I said, if.

Drizella:
[realizing] Oh! If.

Jaq:
Poor Cinderelly. Ev'ry time she find a minute, that's the time when they begin it. "Cinderelly! Cinderelly!"

Drizella and Anastasia:
[echoing offscreen] Cinderella!

Jaq: [singing] Cinderelly, Cinderelly. Night and day it's Cinderelly. Make the fire! Fix the breakfast! Wash the dishes! Do the moppin'!

Female Mice: [singing] And the sweeping, and the dusting They always keep her hopping.

Jaq: [singing] She go around in circles 'till she very, very dizzy Still they holler...

Female Mice:
[singing] Keep-a busy, Cinderelly!

Jaq:
Yeah. Keep-a busy.

Gus:
[singing] I'll cut it with the scissors!

Jaq:
[singing] And I can do the sewing.

Female Mouse: [singing] Leave the sewing to the women. You will get some trimmin'.

Anastasia:
Mother, I don't see why everyone else seems to have such nice things to wear, and I always end up in these old rags. This sash! Why, I wouldn't be seen dead in it!

Drizella:
You should talk. These beads! I'm sick of looking at them! Trash!

Anastasia:
Oh, I hate this...!

Drizella:
I don't see why...!

[They leave the room, complaining.]

[as the clock strikes midnight.]

Cinderella:
Oh my goodness.

Prince Charming:
What's the matter?

Cinderella:
It's midnight.

Prince Charming:
Yes, so it is, but...

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... Oh, the Prince. I haven't met the Prince.

Prince Charming:
The Prince? But didn't you know—

Cinderella:
Goodbye!

Prince Charming:
No, wait. Come back. Please come back! I don't even know your name. How will I find you? Wait! Please wait!

Cinderella:
Goodbye!

Grand Duke:
I say, young lady! Who is she?

Jaq:
He's here! He's here, the Duke-Duke!

Gus:
Who?

Jaq:
The Grand Duke, with the slipper! Gotta get that key quick!

Gus:
Duke-Duke! Key-key! Quick-quick!

[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:
(she gasps) Well, it-it may be a trifle snug today. You know how it is, dancing all night. I can't understand why.

[the Herald shrugs his shoulders, decides to roll up his sleeves, leaps onto her leg and starts to hammer the shoe on]

Anastasia:
(trying to make him come down) It's always fit perfectly before. I don't think you're half trying. Mother, can you...

Lady Tremaine:
(hushing her daughter up because the Grand Duke is sleeping) Shhh. Quiet, my dear. We mustn't disturb his Grace. (to the Herald) Young man, are you sure you're trying it on the right foot?

Anastasia:
Oh, it's the right foot, but it must have shrunk or something. A glass shoe isn't always reliable.

[Anastasia tries to kick the Herald due to the fact that he failed to make her fit the slipper]

Anastasia:
Why can't you hold still a minute?

[the Grand Duke wakes up because the Herald bumps into the piano]

Grand Duke:
Oh, my word! Enough of this! The next young lady, please.

Drizella:
Oh, of all the stupid little idiots! I'll do it myself! Get away from me! [she stuns the Herald with another shoe and kicks him to make him go away] I'll make it fit! There!

[it appears that the slipper fits her]

Lady Tremaine:
It fits!

Grand Duke:
It fits?

Lady Tremaine:
Oh, Your Grace, I'm dreadfully sorry. It shan't happen again.

Grand Duke:
[noticeably exasperated while the Herald brushes him] Precisely, madam.

Grand Duke:
You are the only ladies of the household, I hope— [catches himself] I—I presume.

Lady Tremaine:
There's no one else, your Grace.

Grand Duke:
Quite so. Good day, good day.

[He starts to leave, but Cinderella suddenly appears at the top of the stairs.]

Cinderella:
Your Grace! Your Grace! Please, wait. May I try it on?

Lady Tremaine:
Oh. Pay no attention to her.

Anastasia:
It's only Cinderella.

Drizella:
Our scullery maid.

Anastasia:
From the kitchen.

Lady Tremaine:
Absolutely ridiculous.

Anastasia:
She's out of her mind.

Lady Tremaine:
Yes, just an imaginative child!

Grand Duke:
Madame, my orders were every maiden!

[Last lines]

[The slipper has just shattered thanks to Lady Tremaine tripping the Herald.]

Grand Duke:
Oh, no! Oh, no, no, no, no. Oh, this is terrible. [gasps] The King! What will he say? [clutches his throat] What will he do?!

Cinderella:
But, perhaps, if it would help—

Grand Duke:
No, no, nothing can help now. Nothing!

Cinderella:
[pulls the other slipper out of her pocket, much to Lady Tremaine’s appalled horror] But, you see, I have the other slipper.

[Overjoyed, he kisses it several times before placing it on her foot.]

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.

Anastasia:
[to Cinderella] You are so dead!