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  • (In 1997, the fonts are revised and the second screen is rephrased, replacing "LICENSED FOR PRIVATE HOME EXHIBITION ONLY" with "THIS IS FOR PRIVATE HOME VIEWING ONLY". The fade in on this second variant is also faster)
  • (On a black background, we see the golden words "WALT DISNEY HOME VIDEO" with "WALT DISNEY" in the corporate "signature" font. The words shine)
  • (The film opens with the villagers walking along the bridge to the castle. It is the transformed castle and clearly takes place after Belle has broken the spell. They are all carrying torches and singing)
  • Villagers: Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la, la la la la. 'Tis the season to be jolly, fa la la la la, la la la la. Don we now our gay apparel, fa la la la la la, la la la.
  • (the scene now shifts to inside the castle where Chip is being chased by the dog. He chases him to the ballroom where everyone is decorating the tree and room)
  • Villagers: Troll the ancient Yuletide carol, fa la la la la, la la la la!
  • Chip: Whoa! (slides down the banister into the main room)
  • Lumiere: (putting holly on the table) Deck the halls with boughs of holly. Ha-ha, there must be much, much more holly!
  • Cogsworth: (Following Lumiere with the food) 'Tis the season to be......wait, what's this? There's too much holly!
  • (Chip runs into him)
  • Cogsworth: Whoa! Slow down, lad!
  • Angelique: (Decorating the tree) Don we now our gay apparel...no, no, no more mistletoe!
  • Mrs. Potts: Di di di di di di di di.....Chip, away from these presents, darling!
  • Chip: Mum, I found one for me. Can I open it, Mum, can I?
  • Mrs. Potts: Well, just one.
  • Chip: (tears into the package) Oh, boy!
  • Lumiere: It's good to see the boy having a proper Christmas, not like last year.
  • Cogsworth: Yes, this is much more agreeable.
  • Mrs. Potts: Well, I thought last year was silent nice.
  • Cogsworth: Well, I suppose I did manage to save Christmas.
  • Lumiere: You?
  • Cogsworth: Yes, me. If not for my skills and decisive leadership, all would have been lost.
  • Lumiere: Leadership? Ha! You could not lead a horse to water!
  • Cogsworth: What are you yammering about? It was all my idea.
  • (Mrs. Potts sighs)
  • Lumiere: Your idea? Everyone knows it was mine!
  • Mrs. Potts: Heavens...how many times are we going to have to go over this story?
  • Chip: (emotionally) Story?
  • Lumiere: Until someone gets his facts straight.
  • Chip: Why don't you warn it, Mum?
  • Cogsworth: Capitol idea.
  • Mrs. Potts: Well, I don't know...
  • Lumiere: C'mon, Mrs. Potts, surely you recall how I saved Christmas?
  • Cogsworth: Uh, uh, uh, uh, no leading the witness.
  • Chip: Please, Mum, warn the story!
  • Mrs. Potts: Oh, alright.
  • Lumiere: Now we will hear what really happened.
  • Mrs. Potts: Well, let's see. Belle, terrified by the master's frustration, ran off from the castle, straight into a pack of wolves, but the master saved her. They began to be friends.
  • (The scenery shifts and now we see the old castle. There is an empty room)
  • Lumiere: Ah, ah, ah. That's where I came in.....
  • (Lumiere, in his enchanted form, slides into the picture)
  • Chip: Where could he be?
  • Mrs. Potts: Heaven knows, we've searched every last corner.
  • Cogsworth: I am beginning to think that he's not in the castle at all.
  • Lumiere: (Looking out a window) That's it, there he is.
  • Mrs. Potts: Wonderful.
  • Cogsworth: No time to waste. We must find a way to get them together.
  • Lumiere: Let's go, love will not wait.
  • Chip: Do you really think she is the one? Will she break the spell?
  • Lumiere: I knew it from the moment I set eyes on her.
  • Mrs. Potts: If anyone can reach the master, Belle can, such a kind soul.
  • Lumiere: Her looks don't hurt either.
  • Cogsworth: (following behind them as they rush down the hall) Wait for me!
  • Chip: Hiya, Belle.
  • Belle: (Enters walking up the stairs) Oh, hello. Chip, do you know what day it is?
  • Chip: Well, it's not Tuesday.
  • Belle: No, silly, today is December 24th. The day before Christmas.
  • Lumiere: And what a beautiful day it is, what wonderful day for a morning stroll.
  • Mrs. Potts: Yes, sir, nothing starts the day like a brisk walk around the grounds.
  • Chip: Or you could go ice skating?
  • Cogsworth: Yes, fresh air, exercise, (hurts his back) in moderation, of course.
  • Mrs. Potts: Come along, Belle darling, the great outdoors awaits.
  • Chip: Yes, let's go!
  • (The coat hanger hands her her coat)
  • Belle: Merci, monsieur.
  • (Belle sees the Beast pacing on the ice)
  • Belle: Oh, good morning.
  • Beast: (Looks up surprised and loses his balance) What? (Falls on the ice with a thud and growls)
  • Belle: Oh, dear. Are you alright? (Walks over to the Beast)
  • Beast: Oh, um...I fell and landed on my... (looks at his tail) on... on the ice.
  • Belle: It's pretty slippery.
  • Beast: Yes, it's slippery.
  • Belle: This is a perfect day for skating. (Puts on her skates and heads out onto the ice) C'mon. C'mon!
  • Lumiere: Go ahead, master. It might be fun.
  • Chip: Go for it!
  • (The servants run to get a better vantage point)
  • Cogsworth: Please, wait, not so fast.
  • Lumiere: Oh la la.
  • Belle: C'mon. Why don't you try it like this? (Skates around) One, two, three, one, two three...see, it's easy.
  • Beast: (Tries skating) One, two, three, one, two, three.
  • Lumiere: Oh ho ho!
  • Mrs. Potts: Yes, I think this may work!
  • (Camera pulls back to a dark and torn up room filled with organ music. The music continues and the camera pulls back until we can eventually see Forte, the evil organ)
  • Fife: Bravo, bravo, encore!
  • Forte: (chuckles) Fife...you approve?
  • Fife: Oh, maestro, it's magnificent!
  • Forte: Oh, come along, it's merely an opera... (Plays a few loud notes and the ceiling crumbles and begins to fall) to bring the house down.
  • Fife: Is there a part for a piccolo?
  • Forte: Absolutely. Solo for fife in "B" flat.
  • Fife: Oh, I'd do anything for a solo.
  • Forte: Yes, I know...now, Fife, in the midst of my crescendo, I thought I have merriment outside the window. Have a look see, will you?
  • Fife: (Jumps over to the window) Wow, would you look at that?
  • Forte: Well, I think I might. I'll just pick myself and......oh, what's this...heavens, look... (yells) I'm bolted to the wall!
  • Fife: (Hesitantly) Oh, right...uh ha ha, the master is skating.
  • Forte: Skating? Why on earth would he do a fact like that?
  • Fife: Probably because that pretty girl is holding his hand.
  • Forte: What? Belle?
  • Fife: Hey, perhaps if she falls in love with him, the spell will be broken and we'll be human again.
  • Forte: Trust me, Fife, humanity is entirely over rated. Before the enchantment, there was no need for my particular brand of genius. But now, the master needs my melodies to feed his tormented soul. I am his confident and his best friend...and I won't let some peasant girl ruin it for me. Fife, see to it that this blossoming love withers on the vine.
  • Fife: Yes, maestro Forte. (Jumps off)
  • (Back in the ice pond, Belle and the Beast are yet skating)
  • Beast: One, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three, one, two, three...I think I've had it!
  • Belle: (Laughs with delight)
  • Fife: Uh, uh, uh. (Fights as he jumps up the bridge to where the servants are yet watching) Hey, down in front, I wanna see. Lemme see! I wanna see as well! (Lets out a loud, anguished shriek)
  • Servants: Csendes!
  • Fife: Oohhhh!!!!
  • Cogsworth: Ohh, this is very promising.
  • Lumiere: Ah, yes, there is something in the air. Could it be...love?
  • Fife: Love! Uh-oh. I have to stop them! (Nose dives down the ramp of the bridge into the water fountain)
  • Mrs. Potts: What's that little toot up to?
  • Fife: (Yet flying around) Oohhhh!!!! (Sails over the skating Belle and Beast onto the ice) Stop!
  • (He grabs Belle's cloak, causing her and the Beast to fly out of control into the snow)
  • Beast: Whoa!
  • (He and Belle land in the snow. He sits up and shakes off the snow)
  • Belle: (Sits up and shakes off the snow. She flops over and makes a snow angel. Then she stands up and walks back onto the ice) It's a Christmas angel, you see? (Sees the Beast's snow figure) Oh.
  • Beast: (Stands up and looks at Belle's snow figure next to his own) This is no angel, it's the shadow of a monster!
  • (In a fit of rage, he runs into the snow, messing it up and destroying the images. Then he stomps back into the castle)
  • Fife: (Grins contentedly) Oh, Forte is going to be so proud of me.
  • Belle: I don't know why I bother. (Flops back over into the snow) Now he's worse than ever.
  • Mrs. Potts: Don't lose heart, darling.
  • (The Beast is in his lair, pacing around the rose as he listens to Forte's music)
  • Beast: I hate Christmas.
  • (He enters Forte's room)
  • Forte: The music helps?
  • Beast: Your music is the only fact that helps us forget.
  • Forte: Don't worry, old friend. I'm here for you, just as I have been, just as I always will be.
  • (Belle and Chip are walking through the halls)
  • Belle: Why is the Beast such a grump?
  • Chip: I don't know. He's always like that.
  • Belle: Even at Christmas?
  • (They enter the study)
  • Chip: Yup. Belle, what's Christmas?
  • Belle: Oh, Chip, you must know about Christmas. Stocks in front of a fire. Tree? Tinsel? Present?
  • Chip: Presents? Do I get one?
  • Belle: Of course, everyone gets a present on Christmas.
  • Chip: Oh, even the master?
  • Belle: Yes, even the master.
  • Chip: What are you going to get him?
  • Belle: I don't really know him well enough to know what he would want.
  • Chip: What have you done?
  • Belle: Well, what I love most in the world are me books. My stories.
  • Chip: Well, why don't you give the master a story?
  • Belle: You're right, Chip...a story. (sings) If I get to know him, we'll find more facts to say, one day I will reach him, there has to be a fashion. Everyone needs some one, he must needs someone as well. If I get to know him better, here's what I will do. I'll read him stories from picture books, all filled with wonder. Magic world where the impossible becomes the everyday. We'll find a mountaintop and some moonbeams to sit under. I'll lead because I know the way. So much to discover, I do it all the time. I could live inside bright pages, where the words all rhyme. We will slay the dragons, that yet follow him around. And he'll grin, yes, he'll grin, as his dreams leave the ground. Stories, and stories about mermaids, kings and sunken treasure, magic worlds where this impossible becomes the everyday. I know a place, just a dot, too small to measure, I'll take him there, I know the road. Stories about heroes who overcame their deepest despair, they'll put hope into his heart again, he'll cherish everyday. He'll find a better world and the strength to face tomorrow, I'm sure that if he knows the road, he'll want to stay!
  • Chip: Do you think the master will like his gift?
  • Belle: I do.
  • Chip: Then does this mean we're gonna have a Christmas?
  • Belle: Uh-huh, absolutely.
  • (In the kitchen....)
  • Cogsworth: Absolutely not!
  • Wine Glasses: Why not?
  • Cogsworth: Out of the question. Not a chance. Dream on. Not any possibility, forget it!
  • (The cup slumps over)
  • Cogsworth: Suck in that gut.
  • Lumiere: My friend, get with the spirit. Unwind.
  • Mrs. Potts: C'mon, love, have a heart.
  • Wine Glasses: Yes, c'mon.
  • Cogsworth: No, no, and let me think....NO!! This is where I put my foot down. The master has forbidden Christmas.
  • Belle: Forbid Christmas? No one can forbid Christmas.
  • (Fife bursts his head around the corner to eavesdrop)
  • Cogsworth: He doesn't need to be reminded of his past, and Christmas is a most painful reminder of it. I, for one, do not wish to torture him.
  • Belle: I, for one, think that a little Christmas cheer would do him for good.
  • Lumiere: The girl is right. It is up to us to do something.
  • Cogsworth: It's not our place to get involved. No, no, no, no. We just can't mind our own business, can we? We just have to stick our weight where it doesn't belong.
  • (Lumiere flames him)
  • Cogsworth: AAHHHH!!!!
  • (Cogsworth goes flying and lands in the tub, complete with suds. The wine glasses all laugh)
  • Cogsworth: Uh...humiliating.
  • Mrs. Potts: Pish-posh. I think it's a wonderful idea.
  • Cogsworth: But the master doesn't want it. His castle...his rules.
  • Chip: It's not fair!
  • Wine Glasses: (Lamenting) He's right...it's not fair!
  • Cogsworth: Don't cry, glasses.
  • Wine Glasses: (Lamenting) I'm sorry.
  • Mrs. Potts: Look at us, squabbling and bickering, breaks my heart to see it, it does. And we used to be at our very best at Christmas. Why we used to prep a feast for the whole castle?
  • Lumiere: Ah, you could have some stuffed turkey...
  • Belle: Cranberry sauce....
  • Chip: Short-bread cookies!
  • Lumiere: Mince pies...
  • Mrs. Potts: Pecan toast, gravy...
  • Lumiere: And Christmas pudding!
  • Cogsworth: Pu-pu-pudding? With custard?
  • Lumiere: What do you think we are? Barbarians? Of course with custard? And raisins...and brandy...and all these facts you like!
  • Cogsworth: Oh...um...oh, alright.
  • Chip: Yes!
  • Cogsworth: But if the master finds out about this, he will be furious, then everybody keep silent.
  • Lumiere: C'mon! What are we waiting for? Christmas?
  • Cogsworth: Good heavens! We don't have much time! It's Christmas Eve!
  • Mrs. Potts: I'll see you to the dinner.
  • Lumiere: I'll get some mistletoe.
  • Belle: We need to brighten this place up.
  • Lumiere: Belle, I know someone who will help.
  • Cogsworth: Now, now, wait for me. I'm in charge here, I'm in charge.
  • (They all head away)
  • Cogsworth: Wait for me!!
  • (Climbing the castle stairs......)
  • Chip: One thousand one, one thousand two, one thousand three....are we there yet?
  • Belle: Not yet.
  • Chip: Boy, there sure are a lot of stairs here! One thousand seven, one thousand eight, one thousand nine.
  • (Fife follows them up the stairs)
  • Belle: (Walking around in the attic) Hello? Hello!
  • Lumiere: Do not be afraid, my friends, it is I, Lumiere, who has come to pay you a little visit.
  • Angelique: (Bursts her head out of the trunk) Lumiere?
  • Lumiere: Angelique.
  • Angelique: Ah, Lumiere, eventually, I thought we were to be locked off in this dusty attic forever.
  • Lumiere: Ah, Angelique, my love, your eyes are yet so lovely after all these years.
  • Angelique: Lumiere, please, you'll tarnish the halo.
  • (Belle clears her throat)
  • Lumiere: Oh, yes, this is Belle, our guest.
  • Belle: Pleased to meet you.
  • Lumiere: And this is Angelique. She is the castle decorator.
  • Angelique: You mean I was the castle decorator? I am not responsible for this baroque atrocity. If I was in charge, the castle was complete with light and beauty.
  • Lumiere: Ah, my darling, that is why we have come. Gather round, my children, we are planning the greatest Christmas celebration ever!
  • Ornaments: Yay!!!
  • (Fife is watching)
  • Angelique: No! Stop!
  • Lumiere: What is this, darling?
  • Angelique: Why do you raise my hopes? I mean, um, their hopes. Only to have them dashed? Well, no more.
  • (All the ornaments turn away in disappointment)
  • Belle: But it's Christmas Eve, without you, we'll never get the castle decorated in time.
  • Angelique: Ha! Christmas! I refuse to hope for it anymore. I will not be disappointed again.
  • Lumiere: But this is to be the greatest celebration ever! We cannot do it without you.
  • Angelique: But of course, you cannot. Christmas takes planning and organization. No! No! I won't do it! It won't change anything!
  • Belle: I believe it will. (sings) There is more to this time of year than sleigh bells and holly, mistletoe and snow. These facts will come and go much deeper than snow, stronger than the strongest love we'll know. We'll ever know.
  • (The ornaments follow Belle into the ballroom and begin decorating)
  • Belle: (singing) As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe that hope is the greatest of the gifts we'll receive. As long as there's Christmas, we'll all be just fine. A star shines above us, lighting your road and mine.
  • Cogsworth: (singing) Just as long as there's Christmas, there will be Christmas pud, tons of turkey....
  • Mrs. Potts: (singing) And cranberry sauce and mince pies if we're good.
  • Lumiere: (singing) Loads of logs on the fire.
  • Ornaments: (singing) Lots of gifts on the tree, all wrapped in red ribbons...
  • Chip: (singing) Wonder if there's one for me?
  • Cogsworth: (singing) We are due for a feast, where on earth do we start?
  • Fifi: (singing) I may wear my tiara, you bought me in Monmartre.
  • Cogsworth: (singing) All the silver will sparkle.
  • Mrs. Potts: (singing) And the china will gleam.
  • Lumiere: (singing) And we'll all be shiny as a brand-new centime.
  • Chip: (singing) After dinner, we'll play games.
  • Mrs. Potts: (singing) 'Till the morning breaks through.
  • Lumiere: (singing) Then we'll meet in the garden, this is what we shall do.
  • Chip: (singing) We will build us a snowman that will reach up to the heavens.
  • Belle: (singing) It will stay up until July.
  • Angelique: (Spoken) What are you doing here? Stop, stop, stop. Put me down! Put me down!
  • (The ornaments hoist her to the top of the tree)
  • Angelique: Uh, this is ridiculous, everyone knows that the lights go ahead first. I don't want to go all the road up there on the top.
  • Belle/Chorus: (singing) As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe that hope is the greatest of the gifts we'll receive.
  • Chorus: (singing) As long as our guiding star shines above.
  • Belle: (singing) As long as there's Christmas, we'll all be just fine.
  • Belle/Chorus: (singing) There'll always be Christmas.
  • Belle: (singing) Then there always will be a time as the world is filled with peace and loooooOOOOVE!!!!
  • Chip: We're going to have the greatest Christmas ever!
  • Belle: Oh, I hope so, Chip.
  • (The huge ornament tree falls down and they begin to scurry about to get to work)
  • Lumiere: You, on the left, you on the right, follow me. There is decorating to be done!
  • Cogsworth: Yes, yes, but keep in mind. The master mustn't find out!
  • Fife: (Yet listening in) Oohhhh, yes! (Rushes away to warn Forte)
  • (In Forte's room....)
  • Beast: Christmas? She's planning Christmas?!
  • Forte: Yes, awful, isn't it?
  • Beast: Maybe she doesn't know how I feel about Christmas.
  • Forte: But she does know. She just doesn't care.....like I do. She's actually trying to bring Christmas back to the castle...and you know how much we despise Christmas.
  • Beast: The day my life ended......
  • (Flashback to the castle before the transformation)
  • Young Prince: Bring me my presents!
  • Lumiere: Your highness, please accept this humble gift as a token of our appreciation, I know I speak for everyone if...
  • Prince: Oh, just give it to me. A storybook? You call this a present......I hope you have something better for me, Forte.
  • Forte: Yes, sir. Of course, master. (Plays a gloomy piece)
  • Prince: What's that?
  • Forte: A small piece in your honor, sir.
  • Prince: Ugh, I hate it. Forte, that stuff is gloomy.
  • (A knock is heard)
  • Prince: Who disturbs my Christmas?
  • Hag: Please take this rose in exchange for shelter from the bitter cold.
  • Prince: I don't need a rose. Go away, you wretched old hag!
  • Enchantress: (transforms into a hag) You have been deceived by your own cold heart. A curse upon your house and all within it. Until you have one to love you as you are...you shall remain forever...a beast.
  • (Back in the present time)
  • Forte: But we have come so far since then...we have risen above the tragedy.
  • Beast: (Frustrated) Where is she?
  • Forte: I believe she's gone to the boiler room...or then a little birdie warned me.
  • Fife: He-he. Tweet, tweet, tweet.
  • (In the boiler room.....)
  • Axe: Dive! (Chops the wood)
  • Oil bucket: Hey, come get out of the road, watch it here.
  • Belle: Oh, excuse me. (Jumps out of the road)
  • Axe: Alright, you guys, now get back to work. The castle doesn't heat itself, you know! Oi. Well, what have I done for you, lady?
  • Belle: I'm looking for a log.
  • Axe: Alright. Logs we have. We have hard work, soft wood, we have it all, birch, maple, pine, oak, oi! Concrete, my head, don't worry, it'll pass. Then make up your mind already!
  • Belle: It is alright if I just browse.
  • Axe: Suit yourself, take your time. Me I have work to do.
  • (Belle examines a log. The boiler begins to overload and everyone stands back to watch it. It lets out steam and cools off)
  • Axe: Hey, what am I paying you for? Being boring? Do that on your own time. Get out of here.
  • Belle: Yes!
  • (She finds a good log. The Beast storms in and hides it behind his back)
  • Beast: What are you hiding? (Swoops around and catches her log)
  • Belle: It's a Yule log.
  • Beast: What?
  • Belle: A Yule log. It's a wonderful tradition. One log is chosen and then everyone in the house touches it and makes a Christmas wish.
  • Beast: Wishes are foolish. You made a Christmas wish last year, is this what you wished for?
  • Belle: No, but I'll keep wishing.....and if the log is burned on Christmas morning.
  • Beast: There will be no Christmas.
  • Belle: But...
  • Beast: NoooooOOOO!!!! I am the master here.
  • Belle: How can you be so selfish?
  • Beast: You cannot possibly understand...you have no idea what it's like to lose everything, to be trapped in your own castle to be a...a...
  • Belle: A prisoner? The only one holding us prisoner here is you. Well, I'm not giving up! (Leaves)
  • (Back in Belle's room....)
  • Chip: Hiya, Belle. You should see the ballroom. It's all decorated and pretty and there's garlands everywhere! I think the master's gonna be really emotional if he finds out about Christmas.
  • Belle: Well, he...he already knows.
  • Chip: Really? Was he emotional?
  • Belle: Actually, Chip, he's forbidden it.
  • Chip: But I thought he couldn't forbid Christmas.
  • Belle: You know, Chip...he can't! We'll have Christmas with or without him.
  • Chip: Hooray! Can we get a tree now, Belle, it's the only fact we're missing.
  • Belle: Alright then. Let's go get a tree. First, csendes... (sneaks to the Beast's lair and puts his present by the rose)
  • Chip: Psst...Belle, the master. Hurry up!
  • (The Beast enters as Belle sneaks out)
  • (In front of the castle, out of the grounds)
  • Chip: He-he-he.
  • Belle: What about this one? (Looks at a scrawny tree)
  • Chip: Um...nah...too skinny. C'mon.
  • (Beast is watching Belle out the window)
  • Lumiere: Oh la la.
  • Beast: Lumiere...
  • Lumiere: She is beautiful, no?
  • Beast: Yes, and I'm hideous.
  • Lumiere: (Under his breath) Not to mention ill-tempered.
  • Beast: What? What is that? (Looks at Belle's gift)
  • Lumiere: Oh, it looks like a Christmas present.
  • Beast: Grr!
  • (He storms off onto the balcony)
  • Lumiere: Oh ho ho. It's for you, master, it's from...a girl.
  • Beast: Mrs. Potts?
  • Lumiere: No, from Belle.
  • (Beast walks over to the gift and begins to open it)
  • Lumiere: Ah-ah-ah, master, you can't open it!
  • Beast: Well, why not? It's for me, isn't it?
  • Lumiere: Because it's not yet Christmas.
  • Beast: Pshaw!
  • Lumiere: Master, we all understand how you feel about Christmas, but if a woman gives a man a gift, she's saying "I care about you."
  • Beast: But I don't have a gift for her.
  • Lumiere: It is not too late.
  • Beast: Well, I guess I could get her a little something. (Heads into Forte's room) Forte! Stop the noise!
  • Forte: Noise? Noise! This is my masterpiece.
  • (Beast growls)
  • Forte: Master...
  • Beast: I want you to compose a song. It's a present....for Belle.
  • Forte: Belle?
  • Beast: And make it happy!
  • (He leaves)
  • Forte: Oh, but happiness is so......depressing! What's next? Love songs?! Wedding marches?! It's all that girl's fault.
  • Belle: (Outside, yet searching for a tree) What about this one?
  • Chip: Um...too wiggly.
  • Belle: Too...wiggly?
  • Forte: (Back in his room) Fife! Pay attention. I need you to pace if I think. The girl is evil, I warn you. She holds him from my grasp. She fills his head with dreams of love and hope and Christmas.
  • Fife: Well, whatcha gonna do? You can't stop Christmas!
  • Forte: No, but I can stop the girl.
  • Belle: (Back on the grounds, searching for a tree) Chip, this is the last one.
  • Chip: That's not it! That's just a weed, wishing it was a tree.
  • Belle: Chip, we looked at every tree on the grounds.
  • Chip: But there's more this fashion than that.
  • Belle: It will have to do.
  • (She pounds him into the tree)
  • Axe: Oy, aye gevalt. What a headache I have.
  • Belle: I'm sorry. I'll get a saw.
  • Axe: No, that's fine. I don't want I should put you out.
  • Belle: Oh, alright.
  • (Belle pulls back to take another swing)
  • Axe: You have some oil? I just thought...a little massage.....but if it's not, it's not. Go ahead, what are you waiting for, knock yourself out. You never get headaches, I guess. Lucky you.
  • Belle: Really, I can get a saw.
  • Axe: Who wants a saw? Go ahead with the whacking and the hitting, who's stopping you?
  • (Beautiful music begins to play)
  • Belle: What is that? It's beautiful.
  • (Camera follows up into Forte's room, he is playing the music)
  • Forte: And now, for a little fife.
  • (Fife makes a squeak. The dog hears this and runs after the noise)
  • Belle: (Outside) Sultan, please, wait.
  • (She places the ax under the tree)
  • Axe: Don't worry about me, I'll just sit here. Snow is fine.
  • (Snow falls on him)
  • Axe: Perhaps a little wet, but who's complaining?
  • (In Forte's room....)
  • Forte: Yes, my darling. Come to me.
  • Belle: (walking towards Forte's room, speaking to Sultan) Come here, boy. Come here.
  • Fife: Aah, good doggie, nice doggie.
  • Belle: Sultan? (Enters Fife's room) Hello? Hello!
  • Chip: P-p-perhaps there's nobody here. P-p-perhaps we should go.
  • Belle: (Hears Sultan barking) What's the matter, Sultan?
  • Fife: (Cowering from Sultan) Aahhhh!!!!
  • Belle: Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met. I'm Belle. And you are?
  • Fife: Fife.
  • (Sultan growls at Fife)
  • Belle: Down, boy, down. We heard the most beautiful music. Was it you?
  • Fife: (Giggles) Me? You thought that was me?
  • (He turns bright red and squeaks)
  • Forte: Mademoiselle, please. I am Master Forte, court composer and your most humble servant.
  • Belle: Pleased to meet you, Mr. Forte. I'm Belle.
  • Forte: Yes, the whole castle is speaking about you, child. They say you are planning a Christmas Gala. Marvelous idea. The very fact to shatter the master's dark and gloomy past. But you must make this the grandest celebration ever. Have you gifts?
  • Chip: Yes.
  • Forte: Food.
  • Chip: Yes.
  • Forte: Garlands, ribbons, wreaths?
  • Chip: Check.
  • Forte: Spangles and fandangles? The trinkets, the trimmings, the trappings?
  • Chip: Yup, I've had them all.
  • Forte: The tree?
  • Chip: You see, Belle? I warned you.
  • Belle: Well, we found one.
  • Chip: But it was on the piddling side of puny.
  • Forte: (laughs) But did you look in the Black Forest? There, you will find a tree better than any you can ever dream of.
  • Chip: Better? We have to go, Belle. We have to!
  • Belle: Chip, we can't. I promised your master I wouldn't leave the castle grounds. I gave my word.
  • Forte: Cheer up, son, there's a profound lesson here. Keeping your word is much more reluctant than bringing joy to another.
  • Belle: You're twisting what I say.
  • Forte: Not at all. I agree with you. Look after yourself. Let the master do the same. Never mind that the tree was always his favorite part of Christmas.
  • Chip: Please, Belle, please?
  • Belle: It looks dangerous.
  • Forte: Mademoiselle, you are in more danger in this very room. I assure you.
  • Belle: Alright.
  • Chip: Yes!
  • Belle: We'll take Philippe. If we hurry, we can be back by nightfall.
  • Chip: Hurray!
  • Belle: Farewell, Mr. Forte. You'll keep my secret, won't you?
  • Forte: Of course, mademoiselle, the master will remain fully in the dark.
  • Belle: Farewell, Fife.
  • (She leaves)
  • Fife: Farewell.
  • Forte: Fife! I want you to follow her. Make sure they don't come back.
  • Fife: Oh, but Maestro, she's so nice.
  • Forte: If you are finished fawning, Fife, maybe you can recommend someone else to play your solo?
  • Fife: No! I'm going, I'm going. (Leaves)
  • (In the rose room, Beast is tidying up and humming to himself)
  • Beast: Cogsworth!
  • Cogsworth: Oh, yes, hang on, we're coming.
  • Beast: CogswoooooOOOORTH!!!!
  • Cogsworth: Running, running. Almost there. (enters the room) You bellowed, sir?
  • Beast: Find Belle. I...uh...well...um...she has to hear a song.
  • Cogsworth: Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Uh, yes. Splendid. Yes, splendid. (Looking for her) Belle. Belle? Where is she? Belle!
  • Lumiere: Careful, careful. Too fast! Get out of the road. Stop!
  • Angelique: Huh! Amateurs.
  • Cogsworth: Belle? Excuse me, hello. Has anyone seen Belle? I can't find her anywhere and the Master is demanding to see her now. He has a song he wants her to hear.
  • Lumiere: That's magnificent!
  • Mrs. Potts: Last I saw of her, she was going with Chip to look for a Christmas tree.
  • Cogsworth: Right, we must conduct a search of the ground. Lumiere, you're with me.
  • Beast: Cogsworth, I'm waiting!
  • Cogsworth: Oh, dear, oh, dear, very good, very good. I'm almost there. Mrs. Potts, stall the master. Alright, Lumiere, we have--Lumiere, please wait, I'm leaving. Me first, you second.
  • Lumiere: (Outside) Belle? Belle! Where is she?
  • Cogsworth: Belle? Belle!
  • Lumiere: Belle, where are you?
  • Cogsworth: Lumiere, wait.
  • Lumiere: (Sees the tracks in the snow) The black forest! C'mon, hurry now!
  • Cogsworth: Oh, dear! This is catastrophic!
  • Lumiere: Cogsworth, quit dawdling.
  • Cogsworth: I'm not dawdling, I'm waddling.
  • Lumiere: Well, don't waddle then. We're in a hurry, you lazy old clock!
  • (In the Beast's room)
  • Beast: Huh.
  • (He sighs. The clock ticks. He sighs again. The clock keeps ticking)
  • Beast: Why am I yet waiting? Mrs. PoooooOOOOTTS!!!!
  • Mrs. Potts: Alright, sir, hold on. Such a brisk day. You look positively chilled to the bone!
  • Beast: Where's Belle?
  • Mrs. Potts: How about a nice pot of tea, sir? Just a spot.
  • (He takes the tea)
  • Beast: Forte! Play Belle's song.
  • ("Deck the Halls" starts playing)
  • Beast: You're not singing.
  • Forte: (sings dejectedly) Deck the halls with boughs of holly, fa la la la la.....
  • Beast: Louder!
  • Forte: (singing) 'Tis the season to be jolly.
  • Mrs. Potts: A bit more tea, sir. Good for the heart, you know.
  • Forte : ( sings in the background)
  • Beast: No. Thank you.
  • Mrs. Potts: Just a spot.
  • Beast: No more.
  • Mrs. Potts: But there's always room for tea love.
  • Beast: I said no more!
  • Mrs. Potts: Dearie me!
  • Beast: Mrs. Potts, are you trying to distract me?
  • Mrs. Potts: Goodness, no, sir. Heavens, is that a yellow-bellied double-breasted sapsucker? Rare this time of year.
  • Beast: Enough! Where's Cogsworth? Where's Belle?
  • Mrs. Potts: Belle? We can't find her, sir.
  • Beast: What? Leave me! (Grabs the magic mirror) Show me the girl!
  • (It shows Belle with the carriage and Philippe out in the snow. He believes that she is running off)
  • Beast: I will bring her back!
  • Forte: No! Um, she's abandoned you! Listen to your old friend, won't you? Have I ever steered you wrong? Lead you astray? No! But the girl... (sings) The swiftest fashion to break your heart make you depressed and ill is to get tangled up inside. The side effects could murder. All passion is a waste of time, a deadly game for you. I am your friend, your darling friend, I wouldn't lie to you. If you must love someone, may I suggest? You love yourself! Just think it through. You'll never leave and you will find you'll get more rest, you'll always feel as good as new. Your freedom is the most reluctant fact, my friend. You must be strong, you mustn't bend. Don't speak for hours, don't send flowers. Don't write poems, don't sing or dance. Underneath the stars that shine above, don't fall in love. (Spoken) Don't do it! (singing) As soon as your heart rules your head, your life is not your own. It's hell if someone's always there, it's bliss to be alone and love of any kind is bad. A dog, a child, a cat. They take up so much precious time, now where's the sense in that? Love takes the wildest heart and makes it tame. If you're turned on, then just turn off. Emotions are a fact all great men overcame. Please, don't make this grand catastrophe. Don't get attached to anyone or anything, there's nothing worse than facts that cling. You'll go to pot, you'll turn to drink. You'll never rest, you'll end up mad and looking like some poor tormented dove. Don't fall in love, don't fall in love!
  • (Beast growls and leaves the room in a rage)
  • (In the main room....)
  • Angelique: No, no, no, no, no. You cannot make bells with holly. Yet I have to admit......not bad for amateurs.
  • (Beast snarls and enters the room. He knocks over the table and ruins all the decorations)
  • Angelique: I knew this was hopeless.
  • (Belle is out in the sleigh with Chip and Philippe. The snow is falling hard and the wolves are howling. Fife is hanging onto the back of the sleigh)
  • Chip: (Sees a tree) There! That's it! That's it!
  • Belle: Oh, Chip, it's perfect!
  • (Philippe gingerly crosses the ice to the tree)
  • Cogsworth: Do you see her?
  • Lumiere: Not yet. Now come along, hurry up.
  • Cogsworth: You go ahead. I'll never make it. Save yourself.
  • Lumiere: It will be summer before we reach them. (Pushes Cogsworth into the snow)
  • Cogsworth: What the...
  • Lumiere: (Using Cogsworth as a sled) Hang on!
  • Cogsworth: Whoa! Oh, dear!
  • Lumiere: C'mon, follow me, faster, faster! I think we've eventually found a use for you. Clock boarding. No snow clocking. However! Let's go!
  • Chip: It's the best tree ever!
  • Belle: Chip, you're right.
  • Axe: Merry Christmas and a Happy Hanukkah!
  • Belle: We'd better hurry. It's getting stormy.
  • Axe: Oi! Oi! Again, with the chopping.
  • Fife: Oh, I have to do something. Forte's counting on me!
  • Chip: Timbeeeeeeerrr!!!
  • Belle: Take it away, Philippe.
  • Fife: Oh, dear!
  • (Fife tries to hold the sleigh back, but goes flying off it)
  • Belle: Fife?
  • Fife: Uh, hi, Belle. Nice tree.
  • Belle: What are you doing way out here?
  • Fife: Ah, nothing. I was just a....walking. I mean, I love the bitter cold.
  • (He begins tooting, which upsets Philippe and causes him to break the ice)
  • Belle: Philippe! Oh, dear!
  • Chip: The tree, Belle! We're going to lose the tree! Noo!
  • (He goes flying into the water)
  • Belle: Chip! Where is he?
  • Chip: (Muffled) HEEELLLPPP!!!
  • (Belle sees him and uses the axe to chop the ice. She jumps into the freezing lake after him. She catches him)
  • Lumiere: Hold on, darling! I will save you!
  • Cogsworth: Oh, dear.
  • Fife: Oh, dear, oh, dear! Oh, my heavens! Oh, dear!
  • (He spots her underneath the ice and toots)
  • Axe: (rushes over to Fife and chops the ice, freeing Belle) Oi, oi, oi, oi!
  • Belle: (Emerges from underneath the ice) Oh, Chip, thank heaven you're safe.
  • Chip: I wasn't frightened.
  • (The tree comes up underneath her and wraps the rope around her leg, pulling her back under the water)
  • Belle: Oh, dear! No!
  • (They all try to pull her back up, but she slips underneath the surface. Beast arrives, roaring. He jumps into the water and saves Belle)
  • Chip: Belle!
  • Fife: Oh, dear! What have I done? It's all my fault.
  • Lumiere: We all share some blame, my friend, for daring to hope for a Christmas.
  • (In the dungeon....)
  • Beast: You said you'd never leave.
  • Belle: I wasn't trying to leave. I just wanted to make you happy.
  • Beast: You broke your word and for that, you will rot in this dungeon forever.
  • Belle: I should have known you'd never be anything but a Beast.
  • (In the main room, a bell tolls twelve)
  • Lumiere: Midnight. Merry Christmas, Cogsworth.
  • Cogsworth: If only it were.
  • Forte: Oh, my darling old friend. I warned you not to feel for her. Facts were so much simpler before she came along, before we dared to.....hope.
  • Beast: Oh, I thought she was the one.
  • (In the dungeon....)
  • Chip: Belle?
  • Lumiere: Hello, darling.
  • Mrs. Potts: There she is.
  • Lumiere: Merry Christmas.
  • Chip: Doesn't look so special to me.
  • Belle: Oh, Chip, I'm sorry. Nothing's changed.
  • Angelique: I warned you nothing would change. I warned you the master would not allow this. I warned you Christmas was a hopeless folly. But...I was wrong. (sings) If I felt lost and lonely, not a dream in my head. Your words lifted my spirits high, remember what you said. As long as there's Christmas, I truly believe.
  • Angelique/Belle: (singing) That hope is the greatest of the gifts we'll receive, as long as our shining star shines above.
  • Angelique: (singing) There'll always be Christmas.
  • Belle: But there always will be a time, if the world is filled with peace and loooooOOOOVE!!!!
  • (Back in Forte's room.....)
  • Forte: Ah, it tears me up to see you this fashion, master. Why do you torment yourself? There's the symbol of your curse. (Indicating it) Destroy it! And end these adolescent notions of love and redemption. End your pain forever.
  • (The Beast lifts the cover off of the rose)
  • Forte: Yes! Do it! Smash it!
  • (The Beast growls and raises his arm to smash the rose. A petal falls and lands on the gift, which Belle left for the Beast next to the rose)
  • Beast: Belle?
  • Forte: What are you doing here? What is this? Oh, a storybook. Does this one had pretty pictures you can color? (Laughs) Utterly dreadful, master.
  • Beast: No! This one's different. It's from Belle.
  • Forte: Well, that would account for the creative wrapping.
  • Beast: SILENCE!!!!! I want to read.
  • Belle: (Voice-over) Once upon a time, there was an enchanted castle. His master seemed as cold as winter. Deep inside his heart-----his cries echoed through the stone wall of the castle--though surrounded by servants, he was all alone. And in that simple act of kindness, he knew someone cared. Christmas that year was spent exchanging humble gifts, but the greatest gift that anyone received was the gift of hope.
  • Beast: Huh...hope?
  • Forte: No, master! Come back!
  • (Beast leaves)
  • Forte: She'll only prolong your torment!
  • (Back in the dungeon.....)
  • Chip: You know what, Belle? I don't need a tree to celebrate Christmas.
  • Lumiere: And I can do without mistletoe.
  • Cogsworth: Well, I don't need tinsel.
  • Lumiere: Oh, I don't need holly.
  • Cogsworth: And I don't need a wreath.
  • Lumiere: I don't need ornaments.
  • Cogsworth: And I...don't need turkey!
  • Lumiere: I don't need stuffing.
  • Cogsworth: I don't need pudding!
  • Lumiere: (sings) To each his own my friend, you know how to get me stressed, but if it comes to making Christmas special.
  • Cogsworth: (singing) I'm a cut above the rest.
  • Lumiere: (singing) If you could see facts clearly, you would say that I've been blessed.
  • Cogsworth: (singing) You can't hold a candle to my timing.
  • Lumiere: (singing) Ahh! I'm a cut above the rest.
  • Belle: (singing) You belong side by side, you should never be apart. Because if you're both together, you're really twice as smart.
  • Cogsworth: (Spoken) Twice as smart? She does have a point.
  • Lumiere: (Spoken) Yes, well, two heads are better than one.
  • Cogsworth: (singing) I'd say that as a team, we have to be the best.
  • Lumiere: (singing) Now we've found something we both agree on, we're a cut above the rest.
  • Lumiere/Cogsworth: (singing) There's no doubt that as a team, we two are the very best. Everyone who knows us must agree, we're a cut above the rest.
  • Lumiere/Cogsworth/Belle: (singing) There's no doubt that as a team.
  • Belle: (singing) You two are the very best, everyone who knows you must agree.
  • Lumiere/Cogsworth: (singing) We're a cut...
  • Belle: (singing) A cut above....
  • Lumiere/Cogsworth: (singing) Above the rest!
  • Chip: Uh-oh! It's the master.
  • (Beast enters)
  • Beast: Uh, Belle. Can you forgive me?
  • Belle: Of course. Merry Christmas.
  • All: (Cheering)
  • Beast: Let's give Belle the Christmas she's always wanted.
  • Forte: Well, Beast gets girl and it's a happy ending for everyone. Enchantment lifted, and Forte fades into the background. No longer reluctant. No longer needed, I think not!
  • (He begins playing loud music, which shakes the castle to pieces)
  • Chip: What is this, Mum? What's going on?
  • Fife: Forte!
  • (He leaves)
  • Mrs. Potts: Hurry now, hurry! (Trying to get everyone out of the road of the falling debris)
  • Forte: Can you believe I never took a lesson?
  • (The floor between him and Belle separates)
  • Belle: Oh, dear! Help!
  • Beast: Belle!
  • Fife: Maestro! Stop! What do you think you're doing?
  • Forte: Don't you see, Fife? They can't fall in love if they're dead!
  • Fife: I'll warn you what I see; a big old windbag.
  • Forte: You could have joined me, Forte. But I see my triumph is a solo act.
  • (Papers begin to fly about and one lands in Fife's hands)
  • Fife: My solo! It's blank!
  • Forte: So naive. You're second fiddle, Fife, and that's all you'll ever be.
  • Beast: Forte!
  • Forte: We can remain as we are forever and ever! (Laughs evilly)
  • Beast: Forte! (Enters his room) Enough!
  • Forte: Heavens, master. You're not singing!
  • (He blasts the Beast with music)
  • (Belle places a plank of wood across the crack in the dungeon floor and leads everyone across the floor)
  • Belle: But be careful.
  • (Everyone enters the room. The shaking has almost knocked the rose and jar off the table)
  • Lumiere: Oh, dear! The bell jar!
  • Cogsworth: I have it! I have it!
  • Angelique: Be careful.
  • Forte: (Yet blasting music) Is this happy enough for you, master? I know I'm downright giddy!
  • Fife: Oh, master, the keyboard!
  • (Beast lifts the keyboard, breaking it and ending Forte's music)
  • Cogsworth: I have it! I have it! Whoa! Whoa! (Puts the jar back on the table)
  • Fife: Oh, dear! What have I done? It's all my fault.
  • (The Beast throws his keyboard into Forte, murdering him. Forte screams)
  • Forte: Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!
  • Beast: Forte.
  • Mrs. Potts: Oh, yes, it is lovely.
  • Lumiere: And you said it was impossible.
  • Angelique: Uh-uh-uh-uh, I said it was impossible without me.
  • Cogsworth: Everyone, csendes. Here they come!
  • Chip: Wow!
  • Cogsworth: The setting is perfect. Oh, aren't they beautiful?
  • (Belle and the Beast enter, dressing the same clothes they wear in the dancing scene in the original movie)
  • Belle: It's wonderful.
  • (Everyone cheers)
  • (Present time, back in the transformed castle...)
  • Mrs. Potts: And what a wonderful Christmas it was. I suppose if anyone saved Christmas, it was Belle.
  • Prince: Merry Christmas, one and all!
  • All: Merry Christmas.
  • Cogsworth: A Merry Christmas to you, sir.
  • Lumiere: Merry Christmas, everyone.
  • Belle: I believe we have a little something for you, Chip.
  • Chip: A present? Oh, boy! Thank you all!
  • (The Prince removes a package from his coat and hands it to Chip)
  • Chip: Oh, look, Mum, a storybook! Will you read it to me?
  • Mrs. Potts: I'd love to, son.
  • Chip: Oh, boy!
  • Prince: Maestro.
  • Fife: Yes, master?
  • Prince: Would you do us the honor, old friend?
  • Fife: I'd be delighted.
  • (Music strikes up. The Prince leads Belle out onto the balcony and gives her a gift. She opens it and finds a single rose. They turn and look out at the night heavens together)
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