Beauty and the Beast: The Enchanted Christmas (1997) - full transcript

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

Troll the ancient Yuletide carol

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Whoa!

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Ha-ha. There must be much, much more holly.



'Tis the season to be...

What's this? There's too much holly.

Whoa! Slow down, lad.

Don we now our gay apparel

No, no, no, no more mistletoe.

Chip, away from those presents, dear.

Mama, I found one for me!

Can I open it, Mama? Can I?

- Well, just one.
- Oh, boy!

It's good to see the boy
having a proper Christmas.

Not like last year.

Yes. This is much more agreeable.

Well, I thought last year was quite nice.

Yes, well, I suppose I...
I did manage to save Christmas.



- You?
- Yes, me.

If not for my skillful
and decisive leadership,

all would've been lost.

Leadership? Ha!
You could not lead a horse to water.

What are you yammering about?
It was all my idea.

Your idea? Everyone knows it was mine.

Heavens. How many times are
we going to have to go over this story?

- Story?
- Until someone gets his facts straight.

- Why don't you tell it, Mama?
- Capital idea.

Well, I don't know.

Come now, Mrs. Potts.

Surely you recall how I saved Christmas.

Tut-tut-tut-tut. No leading the witness.

Please, Mama, tell the story.

Oh, all right.

Ah! Now we will hear what really happened.

Well, let's see.

Belle, terrified by the master's anger,

ran away from the castle

straight into a pack of wolves.

But the master saved her.

They began to be friends.

Ah-ah-ah.

That's where I came in.

- Where could he be?
- Goodness knows.

We've searched every last corner.

I'm beginning to think
he's not in the castle at all.

Voilà! There he is!

- Wonderful!
- No time to waste.

We must find a way to get them together.

Let's go! Love will not wait.

You really think she's the one?
Will she break the spell?

I knew it from the moment
I set eyes on her.

If anyone can reach the master,
Belle can. Such a kind soul.

And her looks don't hurt either.

Wait for me!

- Hi, Belle.
- Oh, hello.

Chip, do you know what day it is?

Well, it's not Tuesday...

No, silly. Today is December 24th.

- The day before Christmas.
- And what a beautiful day it is.

A wonderful day for a morning stroll.

Yes, yes. Nothing starts the day
like a brisk walk around the grounds.

Yeah! Or you could go ice-skating.

- Ha-ha. Wahoo!
- Yes, fresh air, exercise. Ha-ha.

In moderation, of course.

Come along, Belle, dear.
The great outdoors awaits.

Yeah, let's go!

Oh. Good morning.

Huh? Whoa...

Oh, dear. Are you all right?

Uh... Uh...

I fell and I landed on my...
On... On the ice.

It's pretty slippery.

Yes, it's slippery.

This is a perfect day for skating.

Come on.

Hmm?

Come on.

No.

- Go on, Master. It might be fun.
- Go for it!

Hmm. Hmm?

- Come on!
- Not so fast.

Ooo-ooo la-la.

Come on. Why don't you try it like this?

One, two, three. One, two, three.
See? It's easy.

One, two, three.

One, two, three.

Ho-ho-ho.

Yes, I think this may work.

Bravo! Bravo! Encore!

Fife, you approve?

Oh, Maestro, it's magnificent!

Oh, come along. It's merely an opera

to bring the house down.

Is there a part for a piccolo?

Absolutely.

Solo for Fife in B-flat.

- Ooh. I'd do anything for a solo.
- Yes.

I know. Now, Fifey,

in the midst of my crescendo,

I thought I heard merriment
outside the window.

Have a little look-see, will you?

Wow! Would you look at that?

Well, I think I might.
I'll just pick myself up and...

Oh!

What's this? Heavens, look.

I'm bolted to the wall!

Oh, right.

Um, the master is skating.

Skating? Why on earth
would he do a thing like that?

Probably because that
pretty girl is holding his hand.

- What? Belle?
- Hey.

Maybe if she falls in love with him,
the spell will be broken,

and we'll be human again!

Trust me, Fife.

Humanity is entirely overrated.

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 confidant

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.

Yes, Maestro Forte.

One, two, three.

One, two, three. One, two, three.
One, two, three.

I think I've got it!

Hey, down in front. I wanna see.

Let me see. I wanna see, too!

Quiet. Oh, this is very promising.

Ah, yes, there is something in the air.

Could it be love?

Love? Oh, oh, oh, ooh.

Uh. Oh. Oh.

I've got to stop them.

Oh!

Help!

Whoa-oh-oh-oh!

What's that little toot up to?

Whoa!

Mmm-mmm.

Stop!

It's a Christmas angel, see?

This is no angel.

It's the shadow of a monster.

Oh, Forte is going to be so proud of me.

I don't know why I bother.

Now he's worse than ever.

Don't lose heart, dearest.

I hate Christmas.

The music helps?

Your music is the only thing
that helps me forget.

Don't worry, old friend.

I'm here for you,

just as I have been,

just as I always will be.

Why is the beast such a grump?

I don't know. He's always like that.

- Even at Christmas?
- Yep.

Belle, what's Christmas?

Oh, Chip, you must know about Christmas.

Stockings in front of the fire? Tree?

Tinsel? Presents?

Presents? Do I get one?

Of course. Everyone gets
a present on Christmas.

- Oh, even the master?
- Yes, even the master.

- What are you gonna get him?
- I don't really know him well enough

to know what he would want.

- What would you want?
- Well, what I love most

in the world are my books, my stories.

Why don't you get the master a story?

You're right, Chip. A story.

When I get to know him

We'll find more things to say

One day I will reach him

There has to be a way

Everyone needs someone

He must need someone, too

When 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 worlds 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 still follow him around

And he'll smile, yes, he'll smile

As his dreams leave the ground

Stories and stories

About mermaids, kings and sunken treasure

Magic worlds where the impossible

Becomes the everyday

I know a tiny place

Just a dot too small to measure

I'll take him there

I know the way

Stories about heroes

Who overcame their deepest sorrow

They'll put hope into his heart again

He'll cherish every day

He'll find a better world

And the strength to face tomorrow

I'm sure that when he knows the way

He'll want

To stay

Do you think the master
will like his gift?

I do.

So does this mean
we're gonna have a Christmas?

Uh-huh. Absolutely.

Absolutely not.

Why not?

Out of the question. Not a chance.
Dream on. An impossibility. Forget it.

Come on!

Suck in that gut.

Mon ami. Get with the spirit. Unwind.

- Oh, dear.
- Come on, love. Have a heart.

Yeah. Come on.

- No, no, and... Let me think...
- Uh-huh? Uh-huh?

No!

This is where I put my foot down.

Wait. Get out of...

The master has forbidden Christmas!

Oh, dear.

Forbid Christmas?

No one can forbid Christmas.

He doesn't wish
to be reminded of his past,

and Christmas is
a most painful reminder of it.

I, for one, do not wish to torture him.

I, for one, think a little Christmas
cheer would do him some good.

- Yeah.
- Oh? Hmm.

The girl is right.
It is up to us to do something.

Gosh! It's not our place to get involved.

No, no, no, no! We just can't
mind our own beeswax, can we?

Just have to stick our wick
where it doesn't belong.

- Oh, humiliating.
- Pish posh.

I think it's a wonderful idea.

But the master doesn't want it.
His castle, his rules.

It's not fair.

He's right. It's not fair!

Don't whine, glasses.

Sorry.

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 prepare
a feast for the entire castle.

Ah! You could have some stuffed turkey.

- Cranberry sauce.
- Shortbread cookies.

- Mince pies.
- Potatoes.

- Gravy.
- And Christmas pudding!

Uh, pudding? With... With custard?

What do you think we are, barbarians?
Of course with custard.

And raisins and brandy,

and all those things you like.

- All right.
- Yes!

But if the master finds out about this,
he will be furious,

so, everybody, keep quiet.

Come on!
What are we waiting for, Christmas?

Good heavens, we don't have
much time. It's Christmas Eve!

- I'll see to the dinner.
- I'll get some mistletoe.

We need to brighten this place up.

Belle, I know someone who will help.

Now, now, wait for me.
I'm in charge here. I'm in charge.

Wait for me!

One-thousand one, one-thousand two,

one-thousand three...

- Are we there yet?
- Not yet.

Oh, boy, there sure
are a lot of stairs here.

One-thousand seven, one-thousand eight,

one-thousand nine, one-thousand ten...

Hello?

Hello?

Do not be afraid, mes amis.

It is I, Lumiere.
We have come to pay you a little visit.

- Lumiere?
- Angelique.

Ah, Lumiere, finally.

I thought we were to be locked away
in this dusty attic forever.

Ah, Angelique, mon amour.

Your eyes are still so lovely
after all these years.

Lumiere, please!

You'll tarnish the halo.

Oh, yes. This is Belle, our guest.

- Pleased to meet you.
- And this is Angelique.

She is the castle decorator.

You mean was the castle decorator.

I am not responsible
for this baroque atrocity.

When I was in charge,

the castle was full of light and beauty.

But, chérie, that is why we have come.

Gather around, mes enfants.

We are planning the greatest
Christmas celebration ever.

No, stop!

What is it, chérie?

Why do you raise my hopes...

I... I mean, their hopes...
Only to have them dashed?

Well, no more.

But it's Christmas Eve.

Without you, we'll never get
the castle decorated in time.

Ha! Christmas? Hmph!
I refuse to hope for it anymore.

I will not be disappointed again.

But this is to be
the greatest celebration ever.

We cannot do it without you.

Well, but of course you cannot.

Christmas takes planning and organization.

No. No, I won't do it.
It won't change anything.

I believe it will.

There is more to

This time of year

Than sleigh bells and holly

Mistletoe and snow

Those things come and go

Much deeper than snow

Stronger than the strongest love
we'll know

We'll ever know

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 way and mine

Just as long as there's Christmas
there will be Christmas pud

Tons of turkey

And cranberry sauce and mince pies
if we're good

- Lots of logs on the fire
- Lots of gifts on the tree

All wrapped up in red ribbons

Wonder if there's one for me

We're due for a party
Where on earth do we start

I may wear my tiara
you bought me in Montmartre

All the silver will sparkle

And the china will gleam

And we'll be as shiny
as a brand-new centime

- After dinner we'll play games
- Till the morning breaks through

Then we'll meet in the garden

- This is what we shall do
- We will build

We will build a snowman
that'll reach to the sky

It will stay up until July

What are you doing? Stop, stop, stop.

Put me down. Put me down.
This is ridiculous.

Everyone knows that
the lights go on first.

I don't want to go
all the way up there on the top.

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

There'll always be Christmas

So there always will be a time

When the world

Is filled with peace

And warmth

We're gonna have
the greatest Christmas ever.

Oh, I hope so, Chip.

You on the left,
you on the right, follow me.

There is decorating to be done.

Yes, yes, yes, yes. But keep in mind,
the master mustn't find out.

Ooh, yes.

Christmas? She's planning Christmas?

Yes. Awful, isn't it?

Perhaps she doesn't know
how I feel about Christmas.

- But she does know.
- Hmm?

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.

The day my life ended.

- Bring me my presents!
- Your Highness,

please accept this humble gift
as a token of our appreciation.

I know I speak for everyone when...

Ah, just give it to me!

A storybook? You call this a present?

I hope you have something
better for me, Forte.

Yes, sir. Of course, master.

What is that?

Um, a small piece in your honor, master.

Ew! I hate it.
Forte, that stuff is gloomy.

Who disturbs my Christmas?

Please, take this rose

in exchange for shelter
from the bitter cold.

I don't need a rose.
Go away, you wretched old hag!

You have been deceived
by your own cold heart.

A curse upon your house and all within it.

Until you have found one
to love you as you are,

you shall remain forever a beast.

But we've come so far since then.

We've risen above the tragedy.

Where is she?

I believe she's gone to the boiler room,

or so, a little birdie told me.

Tweet, tweet, tweet.

Hey, hey, hey. Come on.
Get out of the way.

We're workin' here.

- Excuse me.
- Let's go. Let's go.

All right, you guys.
Now, get back to work.

The castle doesn't heat itself, you know.

So, what can I do you for, lady?

- I'm looking for a log.
- All right. Logs we got.

What do you want? Hard wood?
Soft wood? We got it all.

We got birch, maple, pine, oak...

Concrete. My head. Don't worry. It'll pass.

So, make up your mind already.

Is it all right if I just browse?

Suit yourself. Take your time.
Me, I got work to do.

Hey, what am I payin' you for,
being boring?

Do that on your own time. Get out of here!

Yes.

What are you hiding?

It's a Yule log.

Huh?

A... A Yule log.

It's a wonderful tradition.

One log is chosen and everyone
in the house touches it

and makes a Christmas wish.

Mmm, wishes are stupid.

You made a Christmas wish last year.

Is this what you wished for?

No.

But I will keep wishing.

And when the log is burned
on Christmas morning...

There will be no Christmas.

- But...
- No! I am the master here.

How can you be so selfish?

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... A...

Prisoner?

The only one holding us prisoner here
is you.

Well, I'm not giving up.

Prisoner.

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 excited

when he finds out about Christmas.

Well, he... He already knows.

Really? Was he excited?

Actually, Chip, he's forbidden it.

But I thought
he couldn't forbid Christmas.

You know, Chip, he can't.

We'll have Christmas with or without him.

Hurray! Can we get a tree now, Belle?
It's the only thing we're missing.

All right, then. Let's go get a tree.

But first...

Shh.

Psst, Belle. The master. Hurry.

What about this one?

Nah, too skinny. Come on.

Ooo la-la.

- Ohh, Lumiere.
- She's beautiful, no?

Yes, and I'm hideous.

Not to mention ill-tempered.

What? What is that?

Ooh, it looks like a Christmas present.

Oh-ho-ho. It's for you, master.

It's from a girl.

- Mrs. Potts?
- No. From Belle.

Belle?

Uh-uh-uh. Master, you can't open it.

Well, why not? It's for me, isn't it?

Because it's not yet Christmas.

Master, we all understand
how you feel about Christmas.

But when a woman gives a man a gift,
she's saying, "I care about you."

Hmm.

But I don't have a gift for her.

It is not too late.

Well, I guess I could
get her a little something.

Forte, stop the noise!

Noise? Noise?

This is my masterpiece.

Master.

I... I want you to compose a song.

- It's a present for Belle.
- What? Belle?

And make it happy!

Oh, but happiness is so depressing.

What's next? Love songs?

Wedding marches?

It's all that girl's fault.

What about this one?

- Hmm, too wiggly.
- Too wiggly.

Fife!

Pay attention.

I need you to pace when I think.
The girl is evil, I tell you.

She pulls him from my grasp.

She fills his head with dreams of love

and hope and Christmas!

Well, what you gonna do?
You can't stop Christmas.

No, but I can stop the girl.

Chip, this is the last one.

That's not it. That's just a weed
wishing it was a tree.

Chip, we've looked
at every tree on the grounds.

But it's more this way than that.

It will have to do.

- What a headache I have.
- I'm sorry.

I... I'll get a saw.

No, that's fine.
I don't want I should put you out.

Oh, all right.

Do you have some oil?
I just thought a little massage...

But if it's no, it's no. Go on.
What are you waiting for?

Knock yourself out.

You never get headaches, I guess.
Lucky you.

- Really, I can get a saw.
- Who wants a saw?

I said go ahead with the whacking
and the hitting. Who's stopping you?

What is that?

Ohh.

It's beautiful.

And now for a little Fife.

Sultan, wait!

Don't worry yourself about me.
I'll just sit here. Snow is fine.

A little wet, but who's complaining?

Yes, my dear. Come to me.

Come here, boy. Come here.

Good doggy. Nice doggy.

- Sultan?
- Back off, doggy.

Hello?

Hello?

Well, maybe there's nobody here.

Maybe we should go.

What's the matter, Sultan?

Oh, hello. I don't believe we've met.
I... I'm Belle.

- And you are?
- Fife.

Down, boy, down.
We heard the most beautiful music.

- Was it you?
- Me?

You thought that was me?

Mademoiselle, please.

I am Maestro Forte,

court composer
and your most humble servant.

Pleased to meet you, Monsieur Forte.
I'm Belle.

Yes. The entire castle is talking
about you, child.

They say you're planning
a Christmas gala. Marvelous idea.

The very thing to shatter
the master's dark and gloomy past.

But you must make this
the grandest celebration ever.

- Have you gifts?
- Yep.

- Food?
- Yep.

- Garlands, ribbons, wreaths?
- Check.

Spangles and "fandangles"?

The trinkets, the trimmings,
the trappings?

- Yep, we got 'em all.
- A tree?

See, Belle? I told you.

Well, we found one.

But it was on the piddlin' side of puny.

But did you look in the Black Forest?

There you will find a tree

better than any you can dream of.

Better? We gotta go, Belle!

- We gotta!
- Chip, we can't.

I... I promised your master
I wouldn't leave the castle grounds.

I gave my word.

Chin up, son.
There's a profound lesson here.

Keeping your word is much more
important than bringing joy to another.

You're twisting what I said.

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.

Please, Belle? Please?

It looks dangerous.

Mademoiselle, you are in more danger

in this very room, I assure you.

All right.

- Yes!
- We'll take Phillippe.

If we hurry, we can be back by nightfall.

- Hurray!
- Au revoir, Monsieur Forte.

You'll keep my secret, won't you?

Of course, mademoiselle.

The master will remain
completely in the dark.

Au revoir, Fife.

Fife! I want you to follow her.

Make sure they don't come back.

Oh, yeah, but, Maestro, she's so nice.

When you're finished fawning, Fife,

perhaps you can recommend
someone else to play your solo.

No! I'm going. I'm going.

- Cogsworth!
- Oh, dear. Yes. Coming. Coming.

Cogsworth!

Running, running. Almost there.
You bellowed, sir?

Find Belle. I... Uh...

Well, I... She has to hear a song.

Yes, sir. Right away, sir. Uh, yes.

Splendid. Yes, well... Splendid.

Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho-ho.

Belle. Belle?

Where is she? Belle?

Careful, careful.

Too fast! Get out of the way! Stop!

Huh!

Amateurs.

Belle? Here... Excuse me. Hello?

Has anyone seen Belle?
I can't find her anywhere.

And the master is demanding
to see her now.

He's got a song he wants her to hear.

Last I saw of her, she was going
with Chip to look for a Christmas tree.

Right. We must conduct
a search of the grounds.

- Lumiere, you're with me.
- Cogsworth! I'm waiting!

Oh, dear. Running, running, running.
I'm almost there, sir.

Mrs. Potts, stall the master.
All right, Lumiere, we're...

Lumiere? Wait, I'm leading.

Me first, you second.

Belle! Belle! Where is she?

Belle? Belle?

Belle, where are you?

Lumiere, wait.

The Black Forest!

Come along. Hurry now!

Oh, no. This is catastrophic!

Cogsworth, quit dawdling.

I'm not dawdling. I'm waddling.

Well, don't waddle then.
We're in a hurry, you lazy old clock.

Why am I still waiting?

- Mrs. Potts!
- Coming, sir! Coming!

What a brisk day!

Why, you look positively chilled
to the bone.

Where's Belle?

How about a nice cup of tea, sir?
Just a spot.

Hmm.

Forte, play Belle's song!

Hot.

You're not singing!

Deck the halls with boughs of holly

Fa-la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la

Louder!

'Tis the season

A bit more tea, sir?
Good for the heart, you know.

No, thank you.

- Just a spot?
- No more.

- Well, there's always room for tea, love.
- I said, "No more."

- Oh, dearie me!
- Mrs. Potts,

are you trying to distract me?

Goodness, no, sir.

Heavens. Is that a yellow-bellied,
double-breasted sapsucker?

- Rare this time of year.
- Enough! Where's Cogsworth?

- Where's Belle?
- Belle?

We can't find her, sir.

What?

Leave me!

Show me the girl.

- I will bring her back!
- No!

Um, she's abandoned you.

Listen to your old friend, won't you?

Have I ever steered you wrong?
Led you astray?

No. But the girl...

The quickest way to break your heart

Make you depressed and ill

Is to get tangled up inside

The side effects could kill

All passion is a waste of time

A deadly game pour vous

I am your friend, your cher ami

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
important thing, my friend

You must be strong, you mustn't bend

Don't talk for hours, don't send flowers

Don't write poems
Don't sing songs and dance

Beneath the stars that shine above

Don't fall in love

Oh, don't do it.

As soon as your heart rules your head

Your life is not your own

It's hell when 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 thing
all great men overcame

Please, don't make this grande catastrophe

Don't get attached to anyone or anything

There's nothing worse
than things 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 demented dove

Don't fall in love

Don't fall in love!

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

They cannot mix bells with holly.

Still, I have to admit,
not bad for amateurs.

I knew this was hopeless.

There. That's it! That's it!

Oh, Chip, it's perfect.

- Do you see her?
- Not yet. Now, come along. Hurry!

You go on. I'll never make it.

Save yourself.

Ah, it will be summer
before we reach them.

What the... Whoa!

Oh, dear!

Faster! Faster!
I think we finally found a use for you.

Clock boarding! No, snow clocking!

Whatever!

- It's the best tree ever!
- Chip, you're right.

Merry Christmas! And a happy Hanukkah!

We better hurry. It's getting very stormy.

Again with the chopping.

Oh, I gotta do something.
Forte's counting on me.

Timber!

Take it away, Phillippe!

Oh, no!

Fife?

Uh, hi, Belle. Nice tree.

What are you doing way out here?

Uh, nothin'. I just was walkin'.

I mean, I love the bitter cold. I mean...

Phillippe!

Oh, no!

The tree, Belle!
We're gonna lose the tree!

Whoa!

Chip! Oh!

Where is he?

Whoa! Whoa!

- Hold on, chérie. I will save you!
- Oh, dear!

Oh, no. Oh, gosh. Oh, no.
Oh, gosh. Oh, no. Oh, gosh.

Oh, no!

- Oh, Chip, thank goodness you're safe.
- I wasn't scared.

Oh, no! No!

Belle!

Oh, no, what have I done?

It's all my fault.

We all share some blame, mon ami,
for daring to hope for a Christmas.

You said you'd never leave.

I wasn't trying to leave.

I just wanted to make you happy.

You broke your word.

And for that, you will rot
in this dungeon forever.

I should have known
you'd never be anything but a beast.

Midnight.

Merry Christmas, Cogsworth.

If only it were.

Oh, my dear old friend,
I told you not to feel for her.

Things were so much simpler
before she came along,

before we dared to hope.

Oh, I thought she was the one.

Belle?

There she is.

- Merry Christmas.
- Doesn't look so special to me.

Oh, Chip, I'm sorry.

Nothing's changed.

I told you nothing would change.

I told you the master
would not allow this.

I told you Christmas was a hopeless folly!

But

I was wrong.

When 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

That hope is the greatest

Of the gifts we'll receive

- As long as
- As long as

Our guiding star

Shines above

There'll always be

Christmas

So there always

Will be a time

When the world is filled with peace

And love

Ah, it tears me up
to see you this way, master.

Why do you torment yourself?

There's the symbol of your curse.

Destroy it, and end
these adolescent notions

of love and redemption.

End your pain forever.

Yes! Do it!

Smash it!

Belle?

What are you doing? What is it?

Oh, a storybook.

Does this one have pretty pictures
you can color?

Utterly dreadful, master.

No! This one's different. It's from Belle.

Well, that would account
for the creative wrapping.

Quiet!

I want to read.

"Once upon a time,
there was an enchanted castle.

"Its master seemed as cold as winter.
Deep inside his heart...

"His cries of anger 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."

Hope.

No, master! Come back!

She'll only prolong your torment!

You know what, Belle? I don't need
a tree to celebrate Christmas.

And I can do without mistletoe.

- Well, I don't need tinsel.
- Oh, I don't need holly.

- And I don't need a wreath.
- I don't need ornaments!

- And I don't need turkey!
- I don't need stuffing!

I don't need pudding!

To each his own, my friend
You know how to get me stressed

But when it comes to
making Christmas special...

I'm a cut above the rest

If you could see things clearly
you would say that I've been blessed

You can't hold a candle to my timing

I'm a cut above the rest

You belong side by side
You should never be apart

'Cause when you're both together
you're really twice as smart

"Twice as smart." She does have a point.

Yes, well, two heads are better than one.

They say that as a team
we have got to be the best

Now we found something we both agree on

We're a cut above the rest

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

There's no doubt that as a team
you two are the very best

Everyone who knows you must agree

- We're a cut
- A cut above

Above the rest

Uh-oh! It's the master!

Uh, Belle...

Can you forgive me?

Of course. Merry Christmas.

All right!

Let's give Belle the Christmas
she's always wanted.

So, Beast gets girl,

and it's a happy ending for everyone.

Enchantment lifted,

and Forte fades into the background.

No longer important. No longer needed.

I think not!

What is it, Mama? What's happening?

Watch out!

Forte!

- Whoa!
- Hurry, now. Hurry.

Can you believe I never took a lesson?

Belle!

- Oh, no!
- Belle!

Help!

Oh, no.

Maestro! Stop!

- What do you think you're doing?
- Don't you see, Fife?

They can't fall in love if they're dead.

I'll tell you what I see.
A big, old windbag!

You could've joined me, Fife,

but I see my triumph is a solo act.

My solo... It's blank!

So naive.

- No! No, no!
- You're second fiddle, Fife,

and that's all you'll ever be.

Forte!

We can remain as we are forever and ever!

Forte!

Enough!

Heavens! Master.

You're not singing.

Careful.

Oh, no, the bell jar!

- Whoa! Got it. Got it.
- Oh, careful.

Is this happy enough for you, master?

I know I'm downright giddy!

Master, the keyboard.

- You got it?
- Got it. Got it.

Whoa!

Help!

No!

Forte.

Oh, yes, it is lovely.

And you said it was impossible.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

I said it was impossible without me.

- Everyone, shh-shh! Here they come.
- Wow!

The setting is perfect.

Oh, aren't they beautiful?

It's wonderful!

Hurray!

And what a wonderful Christmas it was.

I suppose if anyone saved Christmas,
it was Belle.

Merry Christmas, one and all!

- Merry Christmas.
- And merry Christmas to you, sir.

- Merry Christmas.
- Merry Christmas, everyone.

I believe we have
a little something for you, Chip.

A present? Oh, boy! Thank you.

Open it!

Look, Mama! A storybook!
Would you read it to me?

- I'd love to, son.
- Oh, boy!

Maestro?

- Yes, master?
- Would you do us the honor, old friend?

I'd be delighted.