Medley and the Beast

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is another Disney movie parody, of "Beauty and the Beast." Songs are included, and they were written by Alan Menken and Howard Ashman. I kept the names Gaston and Lefou (the villains), but they're pony versions in this story. The very first song, however, I had to alter quite a bit to make it work.

Once upon a time, there was a pony prince in a castle. He was very handsome, but also very selfish, and rude. One winter night, an old peddler pony came to his castle, and offered a rose in return for shelter. Horrified at her appearance, he sent her away. The peddler pony told him that looks could be deceiving, for true beauty is found on the inside. When the pony prince turned her away again, the pony peddler turned into an enchantress. The pony prince begged for her forgiveness, but it was too late. She saw that there was no love in his heart. For punishment, she cast a spell on the prince turning him into a beast.

The prince locked himself in the palace. His only window to the outside world was a magic mirror. The rose the enchantress offered was enchanted, which would bloom until he was twenty-one. If he could learn to love, and learn someone else's love, the spell would be broken. If not, he would remain a beast forever. The years came and went, and the Beast fell into despair. Who could ever learn to love a beast?

In a small village in the woods, there lived a pretty young Pegasus pony named Medley. She was a light shade of green, with dark green hair. She wore a yellow ribbon in her tail, and had musical notes on her flanks. She flew into the air, carrying a basket in her front hooves. She was heading into town, and she sang as she went.

 

Little town, it's a quiet village

Everyday like the one before

Little town, full of little ponies

Waking up to say . . . . .

 

Ponies: Bonjour!

Bonjour!

Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour!

 

Medley: There goes the baker with his tray like always

Selling the same old rolls and bread

Every morning just the same

Since the morning that we came

To this poor provincial town

 

"Good morning, Med!" Slugger, the baker, called to Medley. She landed on the ground and smiled.

"Morning, monsieur," she said.

"Where are you off to?"

"The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story! About a beanstalk and an ogre and . . . ."

"That's nice," Slugger interrupted. Then he looked back into his shop. "Buttons! The baguettes! Hurry up!"

 

Firefly and Skydancer: Look there she goes, that pony's strange, no question

Dazed and distracted can't you see?

 

Firefly: Never part of any crowd

 

Score: 'Cause her head's up on some cloud

 

All: No denying she's a funny girl, Medley

 

Salty: Bonjour!

 

Shady: Good day!

 

Salty: How is your family?

 

Posey: Bonjour.

 

Steamer: Good day.

 

Posey: How is your wife?

 

Moondancer: I need six eggs.

 

Tex: That's too expensive!

 

Medley: There must be more than this provincial life!

 

And with that, Medley flew into the bookshop, and took the book out of her bag. The shopkeeper, 4-Speed, took it from her.

"Ah, Medley!" he shouted.

"Good morning," Medley said. "I've come to return the book I borrowed."

"Finished already?"

"I couldn't put it down! Have you got anything new?"

"Not since yesterday."

"That's all right. I'll borrow . . . . . this one!"

Medley pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to 4-Speed. He looked a little surprised.

"That one?" he asked. "But you've read it twice!"

"Well it's my favorite!" Medley sighed. "Far off places, daring sword fights, magic spells, a prince in disguise!"

"If you like it all that much, it's yours."

"But sir!"

"I insist!"

"Well, thank you! Thank you very much!"

Medley took her book, flew into the air, and began flying off while reading the story. All the other little ponies in the village looked after her.

 

Look there she goes, that pony's so peculiar

I wonder if she's touched in the head?

With a dreamy far off look

And her nose stuck in a book

What a puzzle to the rest of us is Med

 

Medley: Oh, isn't this amazing?

It's my favorite part because you see

Here's where she meets Prince Charming

But she won't discover that it's him

'Til Chapter three

 

Twilight: Now it's no wonder that she's such a lady

She is well mannered and well bred

 

Salty: But behind that fair façade

I'm afraid she's rather odd

Very different from the rest of us

 

All: She's nothing like the rest of us

Yes different from the rest of us is Med

 

A flock of geese came flying by then. A gunshot was heard, and one plummeted to the Earth. A short, stumpy pony named Lefou tried to catch it in a sack, but it crashed to the ground. He stuffed it in the sack anyway, and ran to his friend, a handsome pony by the name of Gaston.

"Wow you didn't miss a shot, Gaston!" he shouted. "You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!"

"I know," Gaston said, smiling cockily. He blew the smoke away from his smoldering rifle.

"No beast alive stands a chance against you," Lefou gushed. "And no little pony for that matter."

"It's true Lefou," Gaston said, and pointed towards Medley. "And I've got my sights set on that one!"

"The inventor's daughter?" Lefou asked.

"She's the one. The lucky little pony I'm going to marry."

"But she . . . ."

"The most beautiful pony in town."

"I know but . . . ."

"That makes her the best! And don't I deserve the best?!"

"Well of course, I mean you do, but . . . . ."

But Gaston didn't give Lefou a chance to finish, like always. He began singing.

 

Right from the moment when I met her, saw her

My heart within me really fled

Here in town there's only she

Who is beautiful as me

So I'm making plans to woo and marry Med

 

As Gaston went after Medley, he passed three little ponies named Heart Throb, Truly, and Sparkler. They saw him running, and began to swoon.

 

Look there he goes, isn't he dreamy?
Monsieur Gaston, oh he's so cute!

Be still, my heart. I'm hardly breathing!

He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute!

 

Gaston continued following Medley around the town. Medley was still reading her book. All the little ponies in town were gathering around as well. He could barely get through!

 

Ponies: Bonjour!

 

Gaston: Pardon!

 

Ponies: Good day

Mais oui

You call this bacon?
What lovely grapes!

Some cheese

Ten yards!
One pound!

 

Gaston: 'Scuse me!

 

Ponies: I'll get a knife

 

Gaston: Please let me through!

 

Ponies: This bread!
Those fish!

It's stale!
They smell!

Madame's mistaken

 

Medley: There must be more than this provincial life!

 

Gaston: Just watch I'm going to make Med my wife!

 

Ponies: Look there she goes, a girl who's strange, but special

A most peculiar green pony

It's a pity and a sin

She doesn't quite fit in

But she really is a funny girl

A beauty but a funny girl

She really is a funny girl

Medley!

 

Medley felt like she was being watched. She turned around, and all the towns ponies scattered. She shrugged, and continued reading her book, while flying home. Gaston jumped in front of her.

"Hello, Medley," he said.

"Bonjour, Gaston," Medley said. Gaston then ripped the book out of Medley's hooves and began looking through it. Medley was all but thrilled.

"Gaston, may I have my book, please?" she asked.

"How can you read this thing?" Gaston asked. "Where are all the pictures?"

"Well, some people use their imaginations, you know."

"Medley, it's time you got your head out of these books and started focusing on more important things. Like me."

With that, Gaston tossed Medley's book into a puddle. She glared, picked up her book, and began cleaning it.

"You know the town's talking," Gaston continued. "It's not right for a little pony to read. You know she'll start getting ideas. And thinking . . . ."

"Gaston, you are positively primeval," Medley replied, shaking her head.

"Why thank you, Medley," Gaston said. "Say, why don't we go over to the tavern and you can look at my trophies?"

"Maybe some other time," Medley said, without any hesitation. Heart Throb, Truly, and Sparkler looked after her, as if she were insane.

"What's wrong with her?" Sparkler asked.

"She's crazy!" Truly shouted.

"He's gorgeous!" Heart Throb sighed.

Gaston began nuzzling up to Medley, which she clearly didn't enjoy. She flapped her wings, and flew into the air.

"Really, I have to get home and help my father," she said.

"That crazy old loon?" Lefou said with a laugh. "He needs all the help he can get!"

And with that, Lefou doubled over laughing, followed by Gaston. Medley turned to both of them and glared sharply.

"Don't talk about my father that way!" she demanded.

"Yeah, don't talk about her father that way!" Gaston yelled, bopping Lefou on the head.

"Ow!" Lefou shouted.

"My father is not crazy!" Medley retorted. "He's a genius!"

Before anything else could happen, an explosion was heard, coming from Medley's house. She flapped her wings rapidly, and charged back home. Gaston and Lefou were practically rolling on the ground in hysterics.

Medley flew to her small cottage on the hill, and kicked open the door, to investigate the explosion.

"Papa!" she called out to her father, Musique.

Musique crawled out from an automatic wood chopper he was inventing, and he was about ready to tear it apart.

"I've had it!" he shouted. "I'll never get this doggone thing! I quit!"

"You always say that," Medley giggled.

"I mean it this time. I'll never get that bone headed contraption to work!"

"Yes you will. And you'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow."

"Hmph!"

"And become a world famous inventor."

"You really think so?"

"I know it."

Musique thought about that for a minute, and then started to climb underneath his machine.

"Well, what are we waiting for?" he asked. "Hand me that thirty-two clinkenheimer, would you?"

Medley walked over to her father's tool box and gave him the tool he needed.

"Thanks," he said. "Did you have a good time in town?"

"I got a new book," Medley said. She was quiet for a moment or so. "Papa, do you think I'm odd?"

"My daughter, odd?" Musique asked. He came out from under his contraption wearing a helmet with large glasses attached, making his eyes look as big as an owl's.

"Where'd you get a silly idea like that?" he asked.

"Oh, I don't know," Medley said. "I just really don't feel as though I belong here. There's no one I can really talk to?"

"Well, what about that Gaston? He's a handsome fella."

"He's handsome all right. And rude! And conceited, and . . . . . oh, Papa, he's not for me."

"Well, don't worry. Once I get this invention working, it'll be the start of something big!"

Musique made a few more adjustments on his invention and crawled out from underneath it. He shook some dust and oil off of him.

"I think that about does it," he said. "Now, let's see if it'll work."

Musique pulled a lever down, and the machine began to whir. The axe on the side of the machine began to chop the wood, and the wood hurled into the wood pile in the corner of the room.

"It works!" Medley shouted in delight.

"It works?" Musique asked, dumbfounded. "It works! It really works!"

"You did it! You did it!"

"Get the cart ready, Med. I'm off to the fair!"

A piece of wood flew from the machine and clonked Musique on the head.

A little while later, Musique had loaded his machine into the cart, and was off to the fair, with his faithful cat and dog companions, Twinkles, and Brandy. Medley was seeing them off.

"Goodbye, Papa!" she called. "Good luck!"

"Goodbye, Medley!" Musique called. "I'll be back soon!"

Musique, Brandy, and Twinkles went off into the woods with the machine. They traveled for a long time, and ended up in the woods. Musique was trying to read a map, but it wasn't working out very well.

"Must've missed a turn or something," he said. "Hmm. Let's see here."

Musique looked over at a fork in the road, and began to turn the cart left. Twinkles and Brandy looked left, and saw a dark, creepy part of the forest. Then they looked right and saw a clear road, that was lit by the setting sun. They tried to pull the cart to the right, but Musique was persistent.

"Now none of that!" Musique shouted, going to the left. "This way's a shortcut."

Brandy and Twinkles gave up. It was pointless trying to argue with the one pulling the cart, anyway. In any case, the trio went through the dark and scary woods. Musique looked around.

"This can't be right," he said. "Where have you taken us, you two?"

Suddenly, a great howling was heard. Brandy began to bark frantically and Twinkles hissed and bared her claws. A pack of wolves jumped out of the brush and began to growl. Musique reared, and kicked the cart right off his back with such force, it was sent back in the direction it came from. Musique took off, and came to the gates of a castle.

"Hey! Hey!" he yelled. "Anyone in there?! HELP ME!"

The gate creaked open, and Musique fell flat on his stomach. He slammed the gate shut, and began walking towards the castle. He creaked open the door and walked inside, cautiously.

"H-hello?" he asked, timidly. "Is anyone here?"

"He must've lost his way in the woods," a voice whispered.

"Quiet!" another voice hissed. "Maybe he'll go away."

"Is anyone here?" Musique asked, looking around. All he saw was a purple pony shaped clock with pink hair, next to a yellow pony shaped candelabra, with blue hair.

"Not a word, Bubbles," the clock muttered so Musique wouldn't hear her. "Not one single word."

"I don't mean to intrude," Musique continued. "I've lost my way in the woods, and I need some shelter for the night."

"Oh, Lickety-Split, have a heart!" Bubbles said.

"Shhhh! Shhhh!" Lickety-Split hissed.

"Of course, monsieur, you're welcome here!" Bubbles said.

"Who said that?" Musique asked. He grabbed the candelabra and looked around.

"Over here!" Bubbles called. Musique turned around again, trying to figure out who was talking to him. Finally, Bubbles tapped him on the head. Musique brought the candelabra face to face with him.

"Allo," Bubbles said in a French accent.

"YIPE!" Musique shouted, dropping Bubbles. All her lights on her candles went out.

"Ouch," she groaned.

"That's incredible," Musique said, truly amazed.

"Oh great!" Lickety-Split shouted, jumping down. "Now you've done it! This is just great!"

"How in the world . . . . ." Musique said, picking up the clock.

"Hey! Hey, put me down right now!" Lickety-Split shouted.

Musique began to look at Lickety-Split and her mechanisms. He opened the door on her front and began playing with her pendulum.

"Sir!" she shouted, slamming her door shut. "Close that at once! Do you mind?!"

"I'm sorry, but it's just that I've never seen a . . . . . ahhhh . . . . . . ahhh . . . . . ahhh-choo!" Musique sneezed, right into Lickety-Split's face.

"Ew," Lickety-Split groaned.

"Gesundheit," Bubbles said. "Come on in, and sit down by the fire."

"Thank you," Musique said.

"No, no, no!" Lickety-Split shouted. "You know the Master won't be happy if he finds out!"

Unbeknownst to the group, the Master had already found out. It was the Beast of the castle, and he was watching the entire thing. And Lickety-Split was right about one thing. He wasn't very happy.

"I demand you stop this at once!" Lickety-Split shouted. She got a good look, and saw that Musique was sitting in front of the fire, in a chair.

"Oh no, not the Master's chair!" she shouted. Suddenly, a footstool ran in, barking like crazy. Lickety-Split was dumbfounded.

"I'm not seeing this!" she shouted.

The footstool propped itself underneath Musique's feet. Musique smiled.

"That's what I call service," he said.

"This has gone far enough," Lickety-Split said. "As head of this household, I demand you . . . . ."

Suddenly, a cart came whizzing by, and ran over Lickety-Split. She ended up with a mouthful of rug.

"How would you like a spot of tea, sir?" a white pony shaped teapot with blue hair asked. "It'll warm you up in no time."

"No tea,"  Lickety-Split ordered with her face down in the rug.  "Absolutely no tea!"

"Thank you," Musique said, and he picked up a light blue  pony shaped teacup with pink hair and began to sip the tea. To his surprise, the cup giggled.

"He tickle, Cupcake!" she shouted.

"Well, hello there," Musique said.

Suddenly, a growl was heard, and the floor began to vibrate. The little pony teacup hid behind Cupcake.

"Uh oh," she said.

The Beast of the castle came into view just then. He sniffed at Musique and growled.

"There's a stranger in my castle," he said.

"Uhh, Master?" Bubbles asked. "Allow me to explain. This gentlepony was lost in the woods. It was raining and wet and cold and . . . . ."

The Beats cut Bubbles off by growling so ferociously, all her candles blew out.

"Master, I'd like to take this moment to say," Lickety-Split said. "I was against this from the start. I tried to stop them, but they just wouldn't listen and . . . . ."

The Beast growled again, and Lickety-Split dove underneath the rug to hide. The Beast growled again, and turned towards Musique.

"You're trespassing," he said. "You're not welcome here!"

"I'm sorry," Musique said, shaking.

"What are you staring at?!"

"N-nothing. Nothing at all."

"Come to stare at the Beast, eh?"

"No, honest, I didn't. I didn't mean any harm! I was just looking for a place to stay!"

"I'll give you a place to stay all right. My dungeon!"

The Beast took Musique and started to take him out of the room. The door slammed shut, leaving Bubbles, Lickety-Split, and Cupcake in total darkness.

The next morning, outside Medley's cottage, Gaston and Lefou were hiding in the bushes.

"Oh boy," Lefou said. "Medley's sure in for the surprise of her life!"

"Yep," Gaston said. "This is her lucky day."

Gaston and Lefou went to another part of the yard, where a bunch of ponies were gathered.

"I want to thank you for coming to my wedding," he said. "But first I'd better go in there and propose to the girl."

Every pony began cracking up. Except for Truly, Sparkler, and Heart Throb. They were bawling.

"Ahhh-haaaa-haaa-haaahhhhh!" they wailed.

"Now remember, Lefou," Gaston said. "The minute I come out that door with Medley . . . . ."

"I know, I know!" Lefou shouted, excitedly. "I strike up the band!"

Lefou began conducting just then, and a band of ponies began to play "Here Comes the Bride." Gaston picked up a tuba and slammed it over Lefou's head.

"Not yet!" he shouted.

"Thorry!" Lefou shouted, his lips coming out of the tuba's mouthpiece.

Medley was sitting inside her cottage, reading her book, when Gaston came knocking on the door. Medley got up, and looked into the peephole to see who it was. When she realized it was Gaston, she groaned and made a face, but opened the door anyway.

"Gaston," she said. "What a  . . . . . . surprise."

"Isn't it though?" Gaston asked. "I'm just full of surprises. You know there isn't a little pony in town who wouldn't love to be in your horseshoes. This is the day all your dreams come true."

"What do you know about my dreams?"

"Plenty! Picture this!"

Gaston sat down in a chair, and propped his feet up on the table, right on Medley's book. Medley made a face.

"A rustic hunting lodge, my latest kill roasting on the fire," Gaston said. "And my little wife, massaging my little hoofies, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. We'll have six or seven!"

"Dogs?" Medley asked.

"No, Medley! Big strapping colts, like me!"

"Imagine that."

"And you know who that wife will be?"

"Let me think."

"You Medley!"

Medley made a disgusted face when Gaston wasn't looking.

"Gaston!" she shouted. "I'm . . . . . speechless! I really don't know what to say!"

"Say you'll marry me."

Gaston leaned over and tried to kiss Medley, but Medley was too quick for him.

"I'm really sorry, Gaston," she said. "But I just don't deserve you!"

Medley opened the door, and Gaston lost his balance, and crashed into a mud puddle. Lefou struck up the band, and "Here Comes the Bride" played. Medley then slammed the door shut. Lefou walked over to the mud puddle.

"So," he said. "How did it go?"

Gaston leaned up, and glared at Lefou.

"I'll have Medley for my wife," he growled. "Make no mistake about that!"

With that, Gaston shoved Lefou into the mud, and stalked off. Lefou looked at a pig who was sitting in the mud with him.

"Hmph," he said. "Touchy!"

The pig snorted in agreement.

Medley creaked open her door, and looked around.

"Is he gone?" she asked the chickens. "Can you believe it? He asked me to marry him! Me! The wife of that boorish, brainless . . . . ."

Medley began scattering chicken feed around, while singing.

 

Madame Gaston, can't you just see it?
Madame Gaston, his little wife!

No sir. Not me! I guarantee it

I want much more than this provincial life!

 

Medley then flew from her cottage and into a field filled with dandelion puffs.

 

I want adventure in the great wide somewhere

I want it more than I can tell

And for once it might be grand

To have someone understand

I want so much more than they've got planned

 

Medley blew one of the dandelion puffs into the air, when she heard frantic barking, meowing, and the sound of wheels turning. She leaped into the air, and saw her father's cart rolling towards the cottage. Brandy and Twinkles were sitting on it.

"Brandy! Twinkles!" she shouted. "What are you doing back here? Where's Papa? What happened? You have to take me to him!"

Twinkles and Brandy jumped onto Medley's back, and flew off towards the forest. Hours later, they came across a big, scary castle.

"Oh my!" she shouted, as she flew in the gate. Twinkles and Brandy jumped off her back to hide.

Inside the castle, Lickety-Split and Bubbles were bickering.

"Couldn't keep quiet, could we?" Lickety-Split asked. "Had to invite him in, didn't we?"

Bubbles shrugged. Lickety-Split then put on a fake French accent, like Bubbles often did.

"Serve him tea!" she shouted. "Sit in the Master's chair! Pet the pooch!"

"I was trying to be hospitable," Bubbles said with a shrug.

Medley flew to the door, and pushed it open. She gingerly stepped in a looked around.

"H-hello?" she asked. "Hello? Is anyone here?"

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Cupcake was gathering things into a large pot when Baby Cuddles bounced up to her.

"Cupcake, Cupcake!" she shouted. "There girl in castle!"

"Now, Baby Cuddles," Cupcake scolded. "I've told you never to make up stories at bath time."

"I saw her!" Baby Cuddles protested. "I really saw her!"

"That does it. Into the tub!"

Cupcake hoisted Baby Cuddles into the pot, and she splashed in. Suddenly, a yellow pony shaped feather duster with purple hair (her name was Lemon Drop) swept into the kitchen.

"A girl!" she shouted. "I saw a girl in the castle!"

"See!" Baby Cuddles shouted, popping up out of the water. "Told you!"

Out in the hall, Medley was still wandering around the castle. Lickety-Split and Bubbles were still arguing.

"Irresponsible, devil-may-care, waxy eared, slack jawed . . . . ." Lickety-Split ranted. While she ranted, Bubbles began mocking her behind her back.

"Papa?" Medley asked, as she passed the room.

That brought Lickety-Split and Bubbles out of their bickering as they turned around.

"Hey look!" Bubbles shouted, excitedly. "It's a girl!"

"I know it's a girl!" Lickety-Split shouted. "Don't you think I know a girl pony when I see one?!"

"You don't get it," Bubbles said. "This is girl we've been waiting for! She's come to break the spell!"

Bubbles jumped down and began to follow Medley. Lickety-Split didn't have any time to stop her.

Medley continued walking around, until she thought she saw a light. She followed it to the dungeon.

"Hello?" she asked. "Is someone there? I'm looking for my father!"

"Medley?" Musique's voice asked from inside a cell.

"Papa!" Medley shouted, as she flew over. "Oh Papa, what happened?"

"Medley, how did you get here?" Musique asked. Medley nuzzled her father's hooves.

"Oh, your hooves are like ice cubes!" she shouted. "Who's done this to you?"

"Medley, I want you to leave," Musique said. "Get out of here!"

"I won't leave you!"

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!" a voice bellowed. Medley looked up and saw someone in the shadows.

"Who are you?" she asked, a little afraid.

"The master of this castle," the voice growled.

"I've come for my father," Medley explained. "Please let him out. He's sick."

"Then he shouldn't have come here in the first place!"

"Oh please! He could die! I'll do anything! Please, anything!"

"There's nothing you can do. He's my prisoner."

"Oh there must be something I can . . . . ."

Medley stopped dead in her sentence. A thought crossed her mind. She gave her father's hooves a nuzzle, and turned towards the shadow.

"Take me instead," she said.

"You!" the shadow sneered. Then he softened for a moment. "You would take his place?"

"Medley, no!" Musique shouted. Medley gave her father's hooves another nuzzle.

"If I did," she said. "Would you let him go?"

"Yes," the shadow said. "But you must promise to stay here forever."

Medley hesitated for a moment, and looked at the shadow. She took a deep breath.

"Come into the light," she said.

The shadow moved into the light to reveal the most hideous beast Medley had ever seen in her life! She gasped, and nuzzled her father's hooves one more time. She took a deep breath, and turned to the Beast.

"You have my word," she said.

"Done!" the Beast shouted, and he opened the cell door. Musique flew out, and over to his daughter.

"No Medley!" he shouted. "I'm old, I've lived my life and . . . ."

Before Musique could go any farther, the Beast took him and started dragging him outside.

"Wait!" Medley begged.

"Medley!" Musique shouted.

"Wait!" Medley cried again.

The Beast didn't listen. He dragged Musique out to a coach of some kind and threw him inside.

"Wait, please!" Musique shouted. "Spare my daughter!"

"She's no longer your concern!" the Beast growled. Then he turned to the coach. "Take him to the village!"

The coach got up and started crawling to the village like a spider. Medley was watching it go, and she started to cry. The Beast started walking up to the dungeon, when he passed Bubbles.

"Master?" she asked.

"What?!" the Beast growled.

"I was thinking, since this girl is going to be with us for quite some time, maybe we should offer her a more . . . . . comfortable room?"

The Beast growled fiercely at Bubbles, and stormed off. Bubbles lights almost went out.

"Then again, maybe not!" she shouted, nervously.

The Beast walked over to the cell door, only to find Medley crying. Medley saw the Beast and faced him.

"You didn't even let me say goodbye!" she shouted. "I'll never see him again! I didn't even get to say goodbye."

The Beast felt a little bad for that. He looked at the floor, and turned towards the stairway.

"I'll show you to your room," he said.

"My room?" Medley asked, a bit confused. "But . . . . but I thought?"

"You'd rather stay in the tower?!"

"No."

"Then follow me."

Medley didn't say another word. She just followed the Beast out of the tower and into the halls of the castle. The décor left something to be desired. There were fierce gargoyles all over the place. The Beast looked back at Medley, and saw some stray tears from the corner of her eyes. Bubbles, who was providing the light, leaned towards the Beast.

"Say something to her!" she hissed.

"Huh?" the Beast asked. "Oh. I, uhh, I hope you like it here."

Bubbles motioned for the Beast to continue.

"The castle is your home now, so you may go anywhere you like," he said. "Except the West Wing."

"What's in the West –" Medley began.

"It's forbidden!" the Beast growled.

Finally, the two of them reached a room. Medley walked inside. The Beast took a deep breath.

"If there's anything you need," he said. "My servants will tend to you."

"Invite her to dinner!" Bubbles prompted. "Invite her to dinner!"

"You will join me for dinner," the Beast said. "That's not a request!"

The Beast then slammed the door shut, and left. Medley couldn't take it anymore. She flew directly to the bed, crashed upon it face down, and burst into tears. She buried her face in the bed and cried into it.

Meanwhile, back at the tavern in the village, Gaston was ranting about the day's events.

"Who does she think she is?!" he shouted. "No one says no to Gaston!"

"Darn right," Lefou said.

"Dismissed! Rejected! Publicly humiliated! Why it's more than I can bear!"

"More beer?"

"What for? Nothing helps! I'm depressed!"

"Who you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together!"

Gaston turned away from his sidekick, and growled. Lefou then began singing.

 

Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston

Looking so down in the dumps

Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston

Even when taking your lumps

 

There's no man in town as admired as you

You're everyone's favorite guy

Everyone's awed and inspired by you

And it's not very hard to see why!

 

Heart Throb, Truly, and Sparkler heaved a sigh, and collapsed around Gaston's chair. Lefou continued singing.

 

No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston

No one's next as incredibly thick as Gaston

For there's no man in town half as manly

Perfect, a pure paragon!

You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley

And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on!

 

Ponies: No one's been like Gaston, a king-pin like Gaston

 

Lefou: No one's got a swell cleft in his chin like Gaston

 

Gaston: As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidated

 

All: My what a guy that Gaston!

 

Ponies: Give five hurrahs and twelve hip hips!

 

Lefou: Gaston is the best and the rest are all drips

 

Ponies: No one fights like Gaston, douses lights like Gaston

 

Score: In a wrestling match, nobody BITES like Gaston!

 

Heart Throb, Truly, and Sparkler: For there's no one as burly and brawny

 

Gaston: As you see, I've got triceps to spare

 

Lefou: Not a bit of him scraggly or scrawny

 

Gaston: That's right!
And every last inch of me's covered in hair!

 

Ponies: No one hits like Gaston, matches wits like Gaston

 

Lefou: In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston

 

Gaston: I'm especially good at expectorating!

Ptooey!

 

Ponies: Ten points for Gaston!

 

Gaston: When I was a foal, I hate four dozen eggs

Every morning to help me get large

Now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs

So I'm roughly the size of a barge!

 

Ponies: No one shoots like Gaston, makes those beauts like Gaston

 

Lefou: And goes tromping around wearing boots like Gaston!

 

Gaston: I use antlers in all of my decorating!

 

All: My what a guy!

Gaston!

 

All the ponies in the tavern started to cheer. The door burst open suddenly, and Musique ran inside.

"Help! Someone help me!" he shouted.

"Musique?" Score asked.

"He's got her! He's got her locked in a tower!" Musique shouted.

"Who?" Slugger asked.

"Medley!" Musique shouted. "There's no time to lose! You must come with me quickly!"

"Whoa, slow down there," Gaston said. "Who's got Medley locked in a tower?"

"A beast!" Musique shouted. "A horrible, terrible beast! There's not a moment to lose!"

All the ponies looked at each other and began cracking up.

"Was it a big beast?" 4-Speed asked.

"Huge!" Musique shouted.

"With a long ugly snout?" Slugger asked.

"Hideously ugly!" Musique shouted.

"And sharp, cruel fangs?" Tex asked.

"Yes!" Musique shouted, getting more and more frantic by the minute. "Will you help me?"

"All right, old man," Gaston said. "We'll help you out."

"You will?" Musique asked. "Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!"

Score and Slugger helped him out all right. Right out of the tavern. They threw Musique into a pile of snow. Then they began laughing.

"Crazy old Musique," Score said. "He's always good for a laugh!"

"Crazy old Musique, hmm?" Gaston said. "Crazy old Musique. Hmm."

As he thought over this new prospect, he began to sing.

 

Gaston: Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking

 

Lefou: A dangerous pastime

 

Gaston: I know.

But that whacky old coot is Med's father

And his sanity's only so-so

Now the wheels in my head have been turning

Since I looked at that loony old man

See I promised myself I'd be married to Med

And right now I'm evolving a plan!

 

Gaston then began whispering the plan into Lefou's ear.

"If I . . . ." he said.

"Yes?" Lefou asked.

"And then I . . . . ."

"No would she?"

"Guess."

"Let's go!" both of them shouted, and began singing.

 

Both: No one plots like Gaston

 

Gaston: Takes cheap shots like Gaston

 

Lefou: Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston

 

All: So his marriage we'll soon be celebrating

My what a guy

Gaston!

 

Outside, Musique looked up at the sky.

"Will no one help me?!" he shouted, to no one in particular.

Back at the castle, Medley was still crying over what happened. As she was sitting there, she heard a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Cupcake, the cook, dear," Cupcake said.

Medley got up and opened the door. She was surprised to see a pony shaped teapot and a pony shaped teacup walk into the room.

"I thought you'd might like some tea," Cupcake said.

"But you . . . . you . . . ." Medley said, and she backed right into a pony shaped wardrobe. The wardrobe was peach and she had pink hair. Her name was Peachy.

"Oof!" she groaned. "Careful, there!"

"This is impossible!" Medley shouted, sitting on the bed.

"I know it is," Peachy said. "But here we are."

"Told you she was pretty," Baby Cuddles said.

"All right, all right," Cupcake said. "Careful, now."

"Thank you," Medley said as she picked up the teacup. She took a sip, but Baby Cuddles giggled.

"I do trick!" she shouted, and she began to make the tea bubble.

"Baby Cuddles!" Cupcake scolded.

"Oops," Baby Cuddles said, sorry. Cupcake shook her head and turned her attention towards Medley.

"That was a very brave thing you did," she said.

"We all think so," Peachy replied.

"But I've lost practically everything," Medley said with a sigh. "My father, my freedom, my dreams . . . . everything!"

"Oh don't worry," Cupcake said. "Things will turn out better soon. Well, I'd better get going. I've got to get dinner on the table. Come on, Baby Cuddles."

"Bye!" Baby Cuddles shouted, as she followed Cupcake out of the room. Once they were gone, Peachy opened herself up and began looking at dresses.

"Now let's see  . . . . ." she said, thinking it over. "Ah ha! You'll look gorgeous in this dress. It's perfect for dinner!"

"Thank you, but I'm not going," Medley said.

"But you have to!" Peachy shouted.

Before anything else could happen, Lickety-Split came in, clearing her throat.

"Dinner is served," she said, in somewhat of a snooty accent.

In the dining room, the Beast was pacing back and forth. Bubbles and Cupcake were watching him.

"What's taking her so long?" the Beast growled.

"Try to be patient, sir," Cupcake said. "The poor girl's lost almost everything all in one day."

"Uhh, Master?" Bubbles asked. "Have you ever thought that this girl could break the spell?"

"Of course!" the Beast shouted. "I'm not stupid!"

"Great!" Bubbles shouted. "It's all so simple. You fall in love with her, she falls in love with you, and poof! We'll all be ponies again by midnight!"

"It's not that easy, Bubbles," Cupcake said. "These things take time."

"But the rose is starting to wilt!" Bubbles shouted.

"It doesn't matter," the Beast said. "She's so pretty, and I'm so . . . . well look at me, for crying out loud!"

Bubbles and Cupcake looked at the Beast, and then at each other. Neither of them said a word.

"Well," Cupcake said, finally. "You have to make her see past all that."

"How do I do that?" the Beast grumbled.

"You can start by making yourself look presentable!" Cupcake shouted. "Straighten up!"

The Beast sat up straight. Bubbles ran over as well.

"When she comes in," she said. "Give her a dashing, debonair smile. Come on, come on, show me the smile!"

The Beast hesitated for a moment, and plastered on a big, toothy grin.

"But don't frighten her," Cupcake said.

"Impress her with your wit," Bubbles said.

"But be gentle."

"Shower her with compliments."

"But be sincere. And above all."

"YOU MUST CONTROL YOUR TEMPER!" both Bubbles and Cupcake shouted in unison.

The door started to open just then. Everyone stood in anticipation, thinking it was Medley, but it was Lickety-Split.

"Oh it's just you," Bubbles said.

"Where is she?" the Beast asked.

"Where's who?" Lickety-Split asked, trying to buy some time. "Oh! Oh yeah, the girl. Yeah. Well . . . . see, ahhh, she's sort of . . . . well, ummm, circumstances being what they are, eeeyuhh . . . . . . she's not coming."

"WHAAAAAAAT?!" the Beast bellowed, and he stormed out of the dining room, and up the stairs. Cupcake, Lickety-Split, and Bubbles chased after him. Once the Beast got up the stairs, he began pounding on the door.

"I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN TO DINNER!" he yelled.

"I'm not  hungry!" Medley shouted.

"YOU COME DOWN OR I'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!" the Beast yelled.

"Uhh, Master?" Bubbles asked, interjecting. "That may not be the way to go to win her over."

"Pleeeeaaase try to act like a gentleman!" Lickety-Split pleaded.

"But she is being so DIFFICULT!" the Beast hissed.

"Gently! Gently!" Cupcake urged.

The Beast gave the other three a glare.

"Will you come down to dinner?" he practically grumbled.

"No!" Medley shouted from behind the door. The Beast was starting to get frustrated, but Lickety-Split stopped him from breaking anything down.

"Suave, gentile," she said, slowly.

"It would give me great pleasure," the Beast said, grinding his teeth. "If you would join me for dinner."

"I would say please," Lickety-Split prompted.

"Please," the Beast groaned.

"No thank you!" Medley shouted.

"You can't stay in there forever!" the Beast shouted, completely losing it.

"Yes I can!"

"FINE! Then go ahead and STARVE!"

The Beast then turned to his servants, and stalked off. The three of them looked at each other, shocked.

"Oh dear," Cupcake said. "That didn't go well at all!"

"Bubbles, stand watch," Lickety-Split said. "Inform me of any change."

"Oui, mon capitain!" Bubbles shouted, saluting.

"Oh brother," Lickety-Split groaned, and she and Cupcake walked back towards the kitchen.

The Beast, in the meantime, stormed into one of the rooms of his castle, smashing things as he went.

"I ask nicely, and she refuses!" he shouted. "What does she want me to do?! BEG?!"

The Beast grabbed the magic mirror and stared at it.

"Show me the girl!" he shouted.

In a flash of lights, the mirror showed the Beast an image of Medley talking to Peachy.

"Well the master's really not so bad once you get to know him better," Peachy said.

"I don't want to know him better!" Medley shouted. "I don't want to have anything to do with him!"

The Beast put down the mirror, dejected.

"Who am I kidding?" he asked. "She'll never see me as anything but a monster."

Medley creaked open her door, and walked out of her room, and down the hall. Bubbles was fast asleep on the floor, snoring. Lemon Drop, the pony shaped feather duster, walked over to her.

"Hey," she said, giving Bubbles a nudge. "Hey, wake up!"

"Huh? What?" Bubbles asked, snorting a little. She looked around, saw Medley go down the hall, and gasped.

"Holy moly!" she shouted. "She's escaped!"

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Cupcake and Lickety-Split were busy cleaning things up. The pony shaped stove in the corner, named Masquerade, was grousing.

"I work, and I slave, and what thanks do I get?" she asked. "A culinary masterpiece. WASTED!"

"Oh stop that," Cupcake scolded. "It's been a very long day for all of us."

"If you ask me, she was just being stubborn," Lickety-Split commented.

"If the master doesn't learn to control his temper," Cupcake said. "He'll never break the—"

Before Cupcake could finish sentence, the kitchen door opened, and Medley appeared. Lickety-Split cut Cupcake off.

"Splendid to see you, mademoiselle!" she shouted. "Allow me to introduce myself. I'm Lickety-Split, head of the household."

Before anything else could happen, Bubbles rushed in, and cut herself in between Medley and Lickety-Split.

"And this is Bubbles," Lickety-Split mumbled.

"Enchante, mademoiselle!" Bubbles shouted, trying to sound French again. Lickety-Split began to push her out of her way.

"If there's . . . . . stop that!" she hissed at Bubbles, and then turned back to Medley. "Anything we can do to . . . . cut that out! Make your stay more comfortable . . . . . get out of here!"

Lickety-Split finally managed to get Bubbles out of her way, but Bubbles retaliated by sticking one of her flames in Lickety-Split's works.

"YEEOOOWWW!" Lickety-Split shouted.

"I am a little hungry," Medley admitted.

"You are?" Cupcake asked. "Everyone hear that? She's hungry! Start the fire, break out the silver, and wake the China!"

"Remember what the master said?" Lickety-Split asked through clenched teeth.

"Oh hush up!" Cupcake shouted. "I'm not about to let the poor girl starve!"

"Oh all right," Lickety-Split said. "Glass of water, crust of bread and then . . . ."

"Lickety-Split, you should be ashamed!" Bubbles shouted. "She's not a prisoner! She's our guest! We have to make her feel welcome. Follow me, mademoiselle."

"Well, at least keep it down," Lickety-Split pleaded. "If the master found out . . . . ."

"Oh of course, of course," Bubbles said. "But what's dinner without some music?"

"MUSIC?!" Lickety-Split shouted, as she was hit with the door, and hurled into a bowl of pastry batter.

Bubbles had led Medley into the dining room, and stood on the table.

"Ma chere mademoiselle," she said, trying to sound French again. "It is with deepest pride, and greatest pleasure that we welcome you tonight. And now we invite you to relax, let us pull up a chair, as the dining room proudly presents . . . . . . your dinner."

 

Be our guest, be our guest

Put our service to the test

Tie your napkin 'round your neck, cherie

And provide the rest

 

Soup du Jour, hot hors d'oeuvres

Why we only live to serve!

Try the gray stuff, it's delicious

Don't believe me? Ask the dishes!

 

They can sing, they can dance

After all, Miss, this is France

And the dinner here is never second best

Go on unfold your menu

Take a glance and then you'll

Be our guest

Oui, our guest

Be our guest

 

Beef ragout, cheese soufflé

Pie and pudding en flambé!

We'll prepare and serve with flair

A culinary cabaret

 

You're alone and you're scared

But the banquet's all prepared

We tell jokes, I do tricks, with my fellow candlesticks!

 

Pony Shaped Beer Mugs: And it's all in perfect taste

That you can bet

 

Bubbles: Come on and lift your glass

You've won your own free pass

To be our guest

If you're stressed, it's fine dining we suggest

Be our guest, be our guest, be our guest!

 

Lickety-Split jumped out and began to try and shush everything that was going on, until the spotlight shined on her. She tried to get off the table, but Bubbles ran to her.

 

Bubbles: Life is so unnerving

For a servant who's not serving

She's not whole without a soul to wait upon

 

"Get off!" Lickety-Split hissed. She blew out Bubbles's flames so the pony candelabra wouldn't burn her again.

 

Bubbles: Ahh, those good old days

When we were useful

Suddenly, those good old days are gone.

 

Lickety-Split looked up, and saw that two shakers of salt were "snowing" on her. She let out a moan.

 

Bubbles: Ten years we've been rusting

Needing so much more than dusting

Needed exercise, a chance to use our skills!

 

While trying to get off stage, Lickety-Split worked herself away from Bubbles, but ended up head first in a gelatin mold, and was trying to get out.

 

Bubbles: Most days we just lay around the castle

Flabby fat and lazy

You walked in and oops-a-daisy!

 

When she sang that, Bubbles launched Lickety-Split out of the gelatin, and across the dining room.

 

Cupcake: It's a guest! It's a guest!
Sakes alive, well I'll be blessed

Wine's been poured, and thank the lord

I've had the napkins freshly pressed

 

With dessert, she'll want tea

And my dear, that's fine with me

While the cups to their soft shoeing

I'll be bubbling, I'll be brewing

 

I'll get warm, piping hot

Heaven's sakes, is that a spot?

Clean it up, we want the company impressed

We've got a lot to do

Is it one lump or two?

For you, our guest

 

Ponies: She's our guest!

 

Cupcake: She's our guest!

 

Ponies: She's our guest!

Be our guest, be our guest

Our command is your request

It's ten years since we had anybody here

And we're obsessed!

 

With your meal, with your ease

Yes indeed we aim to please

While the candlelight's still glowing

Let us help you, we'll keep going

 

Bubbles: Course by course!

One by one!
'Til you shout

 

All: "Enough, I'm done!"

Then we'll sing you off to sleep as you digest

Tonight you'll prop your feet up

But for now, let's eat up

Be our guest, be our guest

Be our guest!
Please be our guest!

 

Medley broke out with wild applause (or as best applause as a pony could give).

"Bravo!" she shouted. "Bravo! Wonderful!"

"Yes, good show, everyone," Lickety-Split said. "Oh my look at the time. Now it's off to bed! Off to bed!"

"Oh, I couldn't possibly go to bed now!" Medley shouted, excitedly. "It's my first time in an enchanted castle!"

"Enchanted!" Lickety-Split laughed. "Who said anything about the castle being enchanted?!"

Lickety-Split laughed, as a fork ran across the table. She turned to Bubbles and glared at her.

"It was you, wasn't it?!" she practically growled. The two of them started to get into a fight before Medley spoke up.

"I figured it out for myself," she said.

Lickety-Split, who had Bubbles's nose stretched out let go, and blushed.

"Oh," she said.

"I'd like to look around, if that's all right," Medley said.

"Would you like a guided tour?" Bubbles asked.

"No!" Lickety-Split yelled. "We can't have her poking around in certain places of the castle! You know that!"

"Then maybe you can show me around," Medley said. "I'll bet you know everything about the castle."

"Well, I wouldn't say that," Lickety-Split said, modestly. Then she added, not so modestly,

"Yes. Yes, I do."

Within minutes, Lickety-Split, Bubbles, and the foot stool were leading Medley down a hallway, filled with suits of armor. As Lickety-Split was explaining about them, the heads turned to look at Medley as she walked by.

"This is a perfect example of the neo-Baroque period," Lickety-Split said. "And as I always say, if it's not Baroque, don't fix it!"

Lickety-Split began laughing at her own dumb joke, when she turned around and saw the suits of armor.

"As you were!" she demanded. The heads turned back to facing front in a flash. Lickety-Split groaned and shook her head. Then she ran to catch up with the others.

Medley had stopped in front of a stairway of some kind. She started to go up it when Lickety-Split and Bubbles cut her off.

"What's up there?" she asked.

"Oh nothing," Lickety-Split said. "Positively nothing at all in the West Wing of any interested. Very dull, very boring. Yawn!"

"Oh so that's the West Wing," Medley said, curiously.

"Oops," Lickety-Split said.

"Good going," Bubbles said, sarcastically.

"I wonder what he's hiding up there?" Medley asked.

"Nothing!" Lickety-Split and Bubbles shouted in unison.

"Well if he's not hiding anything," Medley said. "Then it wouldn't be forbidden."

"Maybe, ahh, maybe you'd like to see some of our tapestries," Lickety-Split said.

"Some other time," Medley said.

"Well, how about the gardens?" Bubbles asked, trying to get Medley away from the West Wing. "Or . . . . or the library?"

"You have a library?" Medley asked.

"Oh sure!" Lickety-Split shouted. "With books! Lots and lots of books!"

"Hundreds of books!" Bubbles shouted.

"Thousands of books!"

"Millions of books!"

"Trillions of books!"

Bubbles and Lickety-Split started down the hall to the library, but Medley didn't follow. She went up the stairs to the West Wing. She found it a mess. There was a broken mirror on the wall, and a torn portrait. All that remained of the portrait were the eyes of a yellow pony with white hair. Medley looked at it closely. She pushed a torn piece of it with her hoof. Before she could connect the torn piece to the rest of the portrait, a bright glow caught her attention. She looked over at a table, and underneath a bell jar was a rose. Medley flew over to it, and removed the jar. She was about to touch the rose, when the Beast appeared behind her.

"What are you doing here?!" he shouted, slamming the bell jar back over the rose.

"I'm sorry," Medley said.

"I told you never to come up here!" the Beast yelled.

"I didn't mean any harm, I just . . . . ."

"Do you realize what you could have done?! Get out!"

"But . . . . ."

"GET OUT!"

Frightened, Medley flapped her wings, and flew down the stairs of the West Wing as fast as she could, and then down the hall, right to the front door.

"Where are you going?" Bubbles asked.

"Promise or no promise!" Medley shouted. "I can't stay here another minute!"

"Oh wait, please, wait!" Lickety-Split begged, but it was too late. Medley was out the door, and it slammed shut.

Medley flew through the woods, in the bitter cold. It wasn't easy for a Pegasus pony to fly during the winter. Her wings got cold very fast, and she couldn't maintain altitude, so she decided to run, until she ran into a pack of wolves. They growled and surrounded Medley, wanting to make her their dinner. Medley kicked at a few, but it didn't scare them off for long. A wolf was about to jump right on top of her when the Beast appeared from what seemed like out of nowhere. He grabbed the wolf by the neck and roared in his face. The wolves and the Beast continued to fight. Medley stood back and watched. Finally, the Beast scared off all the wolves, and looked at Medley. Then he dropped to the ground. Medley was about to run off again, but she stopped suddenly. She knew she couldn't leave the Beast out there alone. She pulled off her cloak, and wrapped it around the Beast. Then she took him back to the castle.

Once she got him back, she used Cupcake to pour a bowl of hot water. The Beast was licking at the wound on his arm from where the wolves scratched him.

"Oh, you shouldn't do that," Medley said. "Now hold still, this might . . . . ."

The Beast growled, and tried to avoid the cloth Medley had. Medley finally managed to get the hot water onto the Beast's scratch, but he let out a painful roar.

"THAT HURT!" he yelled.

"If you'd hold still, it wouldn't hurt as much!" Medley shouted.

"If you hadn't run away, this never would have happened!"

"If you hadn't frightened me, I wouldn't have run away!"

"Well . . . . . well you shouldn't have been in the West Wing!"

"You should learn to control your temper!"

The Beast tried to think of a comeback, but couldn't. Medley had him. He shrunk down a little. Medley took a deep breath and tried again.

"Now hold still," she said, sternly. "This might sting a little."

Medley started to clean up the wound, and the Beast held perfectly still. He did let out a slight groan, however.

"By the way," Medley said. "Thank you. For saving my life."

The Beast looked up at Medley in surprise. He was sure he was hearing things.

"You're welcome," he said, finally.

In the meantime, back in the village, Gaston and Lefou were talking to a pony named Monsieur Le Gloome at the tavern. They had a proposition for him.

"I don't normally leave the asylum this late," Le Gloome said. "But I was told it would be worth it."

Gaston pulled a small bag out of his cloak, and tossed it on the table. Inside the bag were gold coins.

"I'm listening," Le Gloome said.

"It's like this," Gaston replied. "I've got my heart set on marrying Medley. But she needs a little . . . . . persuasion, let's say."

"Yeah, she turned him down flat!" Lefou shouted. Gaston hit him over the head with his hoof.

"Anyway," Gaston continued. "Everyone knows her old man is a lunatic. He was raving in here about a beast in a castle. Medley will do anything to keep him from being locked up."

"Yeah, even marry the likes of him!" Lefou shouted. Gaston hit him again with his hoof.

"So you're saying you want me to throw Medley's father into the asylum unless she marries you?" Le Gloome asked. "That is despicable. Heh, heh. I love it!"

Le Gloome and Gaston laughed over their plan, and then rode off to Medley's little cottage. They banged on the door, and finally kicked it open.

"Medley!" he called. "Musique!"

There was no answer. Lefou looked around, and started to leave.

"Oh well, no one's home!" he shouted. "Too bad!"

Gaston glared at Lefou, and pushed him into a snow bank. SPLAT!

"They have to come back some time," he growled. "You're going to wait here until they do!"

"But . . . .  but . . . ." Lefou stammered, but it was too late. Gaston was already gone. Lefou groaned and sat there in the snow.

The next morning at the castle, Medley was walking around the courtyard. Twinkles and Brandy were with her. The footstool came out barking, and Medley nuzzled it. The Beast, Bubbles, and Lickety-Split were watching them.

"I want to do something for her," the Beast said. "But what? What can I do?"

"Well," Lickety-Split said. "There's always the usual things. Flowers, chocolates, promises you don't intend to keep . . . ."

"No, no, no," Bubbles said. "It's got to be something that sparks her interest. Now let's see . . . . . hey wait! I got it!"

A few moments later, Medley and the Beast were inside the castle, at a door.

"Medley," the Beast said. "There's something I want to show you. But you have to close your eyes first."

"Close my eyes?" Medley asked.

"It's a surprise."

"Oh. All right."

Medley closed her eyes, and the Beast opened the door, and led Medley inside.

"Can I open them now?" Medley asked.

"Wait a minute," the Beast said. He began running around the room, opening the curtains. Medley could feel the warm sunlight splash against her face. The excitement was building. She had a feeling this was going to be a most wonderful surprise.

"Can I open them now?" she asked.

"All right," the Beast said. "Now!"

Medley opened her eyes, and looked around. She found herself surrounded by books. The walls were filled with books! There must have been thousands of them there!

"Oh!" she gasped. "I've never seen so many books in my entire life!"

"Do you like it?" The Beast asked.

"Oh yes! It's wonderful!"

"Then it's yours. The library is yours."

"Oh, thank you! Thank you so much!"

All the objects were standing in the doorway, looking at what just happened. They all smiled.

"I told you it would work!" Bubbles shouted.

"What work?" Baby Cuddles asked.

"This is very encouraging, don't you know," Lickety-Split said.

"Isn't this exciting?" Lemon Drop squealed.

"What?" Baby Cuddles asked, impatiently. "What going on?"

"Come along, Baby Cuddles," Cupcake said. "There's chores to do."

Baby Cuddles grumbled, and followed the other objects away. The next day, Medley and the Beast were outside in the snow, feeding the little birds. Or at least trying to. Every time the Beast got close enough with the birdseed, all the little birds flew away. Medley giggled a bit.

 

There's something sweet

And almost kind

But he was mean, and he was course

And unrefined

 

But now he's dear

And so unsure

I wonder why I didn't see it there before

 

Medley walked over to the Beast, and helped him out a little. She spread some bird seed on the ground in front of a little bird. The bird ate some of it on the ground, and flew directly into the paws of the Beast. The Beast smiled, and looked over at Medley.

She glanced this way

I thought I saw

And when we touched

She didn't shudder at my paw

 

No it can't be

I'll just ignore

But then she's never looked at me that way before

 

Medley glanced at the Beast for a moment, and then ducked behind a tree. She was still a little nervous about the Beast.

 

New, and a bit alarming

Who'd have ever thought that this

Could be

 

True that he's no Prince charming

But there's something in him

That I simply didn't see

 

The Beast looked up at Medley, while the birds flew away, and ended up getting clobbered in the face with a snowball. Medley giggled. The Beast built a snowball in his hooves and was a bout to hurl it at Medley, but Medley threw another snowball at him, and he ended up clobbered by his own snowball. The others were watching them from the window.

 

Bubbles: Well who'd have thought?

 

Cupcake: Well bless my soul

 

Lickety-Split: And who'd have known?

 

Cupcake: Well who indeed?

 

Bubbles: And who'd have guessed they'd come together on there own?

 

Cupcake: It's so peculiar

 

All: We'll wait a see a few days more

There maybe something there

That wasn't there before

 

Lickety-Split: You know perhaps

There's something there that wasn't there before

 

Cupcake: There maybe something there

That wasn't there before

 

"What there, Cupcake?" Baby Cuddles asked.

"I'll tell you when you're older," Cupcake giggled.

Later, the Beast was getting washed up for a big night. Bubbles was with him.

"I don't know if I can do this," he said.

"Oh sure you can!" Bubbles shouted. "Tonight is the big night! You like her, don't you?"

"Of course I do," the Beast said. "More than anything."

"Trust me, tonight will be the night. There will be music, candlelight, and when the time is right, you'll confess your love!"

"Right. I'll con . . . . I'll con . . . . what?! No, I can't!"

"Aw, sure you can! You can tell her! I know you can!"

The coat rack in the corner was combing the Beast's hair for the big night. Finally he was done.

"Voila!" Bubbles shouted, sounding French again. "You look so . . . . so . . . ."

"Stupid," the Beast said. The coat rack had given him sausage curls, and bows. Not quite the image Bubbles was looking for.

"I wouldn't say that," she said. She turned to the coat rack. "Take a little more off the top."

The coat rack began to start over. As he continued to work, Lickety-Split came into the room, clearing her throat.

"Master, your lady awaits," she said.

The Beast, finally ready, went out to the staircase. Medley was on the other side of the staircase wearing a gold ball gown. The Beast stared at her for a moment, but Bubbles managed to get him going. The two of them met in the middle of the staircase. The two bowed to each other, and descended the staircase. They went to the dining room for dinner. A coat rack came up to them and began playing the violin. Medley jumped up, and went to the Beast. She led him into the ballroom. The Beast gulped. Cupcake looked at the two of them and began to sing.

 

Tale as old as time

True as it can be

Barely even friends

Then somebody bends unexpectedly

 

Just a little change

Small to say the least

Both a little scared

Neither one prepared

Beauty and the Beast

 

Ever just the same

Ever a surprise

Ever as before, ever just as sure

As the sun will rise

 

Tale as old as time

Tune as old as song

Bittersweet and strange

Finding you can change, proving you were wrong

 

Certain as the sun

Rising in the east

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

 

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

 

Cupcake looked over at Baby Cuddles, who looked ready to fall asleep.

"Off to the cupboard, Baby Cuddles," she said. "It's way past your bedtime."

Baby Cuddles slid down the cart, and went for the kitchen. Before she left, she looked into the door, and watched Medley and the Beast waltz a little more. Once they were done with their dance, the two went outside to the balcony.

"Medley?" the Beast asked. "Are you happy here with me?"

"Yes," Medley said, nodding. Before she could say anything else, she began to look into the distance. The Beast looked at her oddly.

"What's the matter?" he asked.

"Oh, if only I could see my father again," Medley said. "I miss him so much."

The Beast thought that over. Then he realized something. He jumped to his feet, and started to lead Medley to the West Wing.

"There's a way you can do that," he said. "Come on!"

Medley followed the Beast. The Beast gave her the magic mirror the enchantress gave him.

"This mirror will show you anything you want to see," he said.

"I'd like to see my father," Medley said, a little hesitantly. "Please."

The mirror glowed, and showed Medley an image of Musique going through the woods. He coughed for a moment, and collapsed. Medley gasped, and nearly dropped the mirror.

"Papa!" she shouted. "Oh no! Oh no, he's sick! Oh he might be dying! And he's all alone!"

The Beast glanced at the rose. A petal fell, but he knew what he had to do. He turned to Medley.

"Then you must go to him," he said. "I release you. You're no longer my prisoner."

"You mean I'm free?" Medley asked.

"Yes," the Beast said.

"Oh thank you," Medley said. "Thank you so much. Hold on, Papa. I'm coming!"

Medley was about to hand the mirror back to the Beast, but he wouldn't take it.

"Keep it," he said. "Take it with you. So that you can always look back and remember me."

"Thank you so much for understanding how much my father needs me," Medley said. She nuzzled the Beast, flapped her wings, and flew out of the West Wing as fast as she could.

 

Lickety-Split was watching her leave, and she looked at the Beast and smiled.

"Looks like you did it," she said. "Way to go, Master!"

"I let her go," the Beast said, sadly.

"Oh, good, very good. Very . . . . do did WHAT?! You let her go?! Why?!"

"Because I love her."

Lickety-Split made a face, and then went to report to the others. They were just as surprised as she was.

"He did WHAT?!" they all shouted at once.

"He let her go," Lickety-Split said.

"She go 'way?" Baby Cuddles asked. Lickety-Split nodded.

"After all these years," Cupcake sighed. "He's finally learned to love."

"Well, that's it!" Bubbles shouted, excitedly. "That should break the spell!"

"It's not enough," Cupcake said. "He has to earn her love in return."

The other objects looked down and sighed. The Beast watched Medley leave and roared in anger and sadness.

Medley, Twinkles, and Brandy flew around the woods, until they spotted a dark blue pony with mint green hair, and a musical score on his flanks. Medley gasped. She managed to lift her father and take him back to their little cottage in the village. A snowman was sitting there. It shook the snow off to reveal Lefou.

"They're back!" he shouted. "It's about time, too!"

Lefou ran off. During that time, Musique stirred. He woke up, and saw Medley standing over him.

"Medley?" he asked.

"It's all right now, Papa," Medley said. "I'm home."

"Medley! I thought I'd never see you again! How did you escape?"

"I didn't. He let me go."

"That horrible monster?"

"Oh, but he's not any more, Papa. He's changed. Somehow."

Suddenly, Medley and Musique heard something from Medley's bag. It opened, and out spilled the magic mirror, and a little blue pony shaped tea-cup with pink hair. It was Baby Cuddles!

"Hi!" she shouted.

"Oh, a stowaway," Medley said with a giggle.

"Hello, there, little one," Musique said with a laugh. "Didn't think I'd ever see you again!"

"Medley, why you go 'way?" Baby Cuddles asked. "You no like us anymore?"

"Oh Baby Cuddles," Medley said. "It isn't that. I do like you. All of you. It's just that . . ."

Before Medley could continue, there was a knock on the door. She got up to answer it, and found Monsieur Le Gloome standing at her door.

"May I help you?" she asked, slightly confused.

"I'm here to collect your father," Le Gloome said.

"My father?"

"Don't worry, mademoiselle. We'll take good care of him."

Le Gloome stood back, and revealed his cart. Medley read the sign on it. It said "Asylum of Lunatics." She was outraged.

"My father is not crazy!" she shouted, firmly.

"He was raving like a lunatic about a beast!" Lefou shouted, emerging from the crowd that had gathered. "We all heard him, didn't we, fellas!"

The other ponies began expressing their agreement. As they were, Musique came out to see what was going on.

"Musique!" Lefou shouted. "Tell us again. Just how big was the beast?"

"Enormous!" Musique shouted. "At least, eight . . . . nine . . . . ten feet tall!"

"Well, you don't get much more loony toons than that!" Lefou shouted with a laugh.

"But it's true!" Musique shouted as a couple of orderlies came up and started to take him to the cart. Medley raced after them.

"Please, don't!" she shouted. "You can't do this!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Poor, poor Medley," Gaston said. Medley turned around.

"You know my father's not crazy, Gaston!" she shouted.

"Well, I might be able to clear up this little . . . . . misunderstanding. If . . . ."

"If what?"

"If you marry me."

"What?!"

"One little word, Med, that's all it takes."

"Never! Never in a million years!"

"Have it your way, then."

Gaston walked off. Medley's mane bristled. She was angry now. She flapped her wings, and flew into the house. She returned about a nanosecond later with the magic mirror.

"My father's not crazy and I can prove it!" she shouted above all the noise. "Show me the Beast!"

The magic mirror glowed and an image of the Beast appeared in the mirror. The crowd gasped.

"Is he dangerous?" Twilight asked, pulling Ember closer to her.

"Oh no, no, he wouldn't hurt anyone," Medley said, reassuringly. "I know he looks mean, and dangerous, but he's really kind and gentle. He's my friend."

"If I didn't know any better," Gaston said, yanking the mirror out of her hooves. "I'd say you have feelings for this monster."

"He's not a monster, Gaston!" Medley shouted. "You are!"

"You're as crazy as your old man!" Gaston glared. "The Beast will make off with the baby ponies! He'll come after them in the night!"

"No!" Medley protested.

"We're not safe until his head is mounted on my wall!" Gaston continued, ignoring Medley. "I say we kill the beast!"

The other ponies began shouting in agreement.

 

Salty: We're not safe until he's dead

 

Tex: He'll come stalking us at night

 

Twilight: Set to sacrifice our children

To his monstrous appetite!

 

Score: He'll wreak havoc on our village

If we let him wander free

 

Gaston: Then it's time to take some action boys

It's time to follow me!

 

Through the mist, through the woods

Through the darkness of the shadows

It's a nightmare but it's one exciting ride

 

Say a prayer and we're there

To the drawbridge of a castle

And there's something truly terrible inside

 

It's a beast! He's got fangs!
Razor sharp ones

Massive paws killer claws for the feed

Hear him roar, see him foam

But we're not coming home

Til he's dead! Good and dead!

Let's kill the Beast!

 

"No!" Medley shouted, practically trampling Gaston. "I can't let you do this!"

"If you're not with us, you're against us!" Gaston shouted. "Bring the old pony!"

"Get your hooves off me!" Musique shouted as the ponies threw him and Medley in the cellar and locked it.

"We can't have them running off to warn the creature!" Gaston shouted.

"Let us out!" Medley yelled, banging her hooves on the door.

"We'll rid the village of this beast!" Gaston continued. "Who's with me?!"

"I am!" one pony shouted.

"I am!" another yelled.

Soon more and more expressed that they were joining Gaston on the hunt.

 

Ponies: Light your torch, mount your horse!

 

Gaston: Screw your courage to the sticking place

 

Ponies: We're counting on Gaston to lead the way

Through the mist, through a wood

Where within a haunted castle

Something's lurking that you don't see every day

 

It's a beast, one as tall as a mountain

We won't rest 'til he's good and deceased

Sally forth, tally ho, grab your sword, grab your bow

Praise the lord and here we go!

"We'll lay siege to the castle and bring back his head!" Gaston cried.

Back in the cellar, Medley was still banging against the door with her hooves, trying to get out.

"I have to warn the Beast!" she shouted. "This is all my fault. Oh, Papa, what are we going to do?"

"Now, now," Musique said. "We'll think of something."

Baby Cuddles watched them through a window, and then spied Musique's wood chopping device. She smiled, and hopped over to it. The mob was still making their way for the castle.

 

We don't like, what we don't

Understand, it frankly scares us

And this monster is mysterious at least!

 

Bring your guns, bring your knives,

Save your children and your wives,

We'll save our village and our lives,

We'll kill the beast!

 

Back at the castle, the objects were starting to complain about the whole mess.

"I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up!" Lickety-Split shouted.

"Maybe it would have been better if she never came at all!" Bubbles shouted.

The footstool began barking just then. The objects stared at it, and then ran for the window.

"Could it be?" Bubbles asked.

"Is it she?" Cupcake said, and they all looked out the window.

"Sacre blue green!" Bubbles shouted, trying to sound French again. "Invaders!"

"Intruders!" Lickety-Split growled.

"And they have the mirror!" Cupcake yelled.

"Warn the master!" Lickety-Split ordered. "If it's a fight they want, we'll give it to 'em! Who's with me?!"

Lickety-Split heard the door slam, and turned around nervously. The mob was using a battering ram to break down the castle door.

"Take whatever booty you can find!" Gaston shouted. "But remember! The Beast is mine!"

The objects then started marching down the stairway. They were ready for a good old fashioned fight.

 

Objects: Hearts ablaze, banners high

We go marching into battle

Unafraid, although the danger just increased

 

Mob: Raise the flag, sing the song

Here we come, we're fifty strong

Fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong!
Let's kill the beast!

 

Cupcake in the meantime, had come into the West Wing as fast as she could. The Beast was still leaning over the balcony in despair.

"Excuse me, Master," she said, nervously.

"Leave me alone," the Beast growled.

"But sir! The castle's under attack!"

"Kill the Beast!" the mob chanted outside while castle shouted while trying to break down the door. "Kill the Beast!"

The other objects were pressed against the door, trying to keep the mob out, but they were no match.

"This isn't working!" Bubbles shouted.

"We've gotta do something!" Lemon Drop shouted.

"Wait!" Bubbles shouted. "I just got an idea!"

Back in the West Wing, Cupcake was still trying to convince the Beast to do something about the intruders.

"What should we do, Master?" she asked.

"It doesn't matter," the Beast said. "Let them come."

"Kill the Beast!" the mob shouted, finally breaking open the door. "Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!"

Gaston darted inside and began searching for the Beast. The rest of the mob looked around the castle, at all the objects sitting there. Lefou picked up Bubbles, and began tiptoeing around on his hind legs (don't ask how). Bubbles looked down.

"NOW!" she shouted.

All the objects began to attack on the intruders. They didn't know what was happening! One pony picked up an axe, but two dressers surrounded him and opened their drawers right on his head. WHAM!

While that was going on, Baby Cuddles was all ready with Musique's invention. She got it started, and sat down to drive it.

"Here we go!" she shouted.

In the cellar, Musique and Medley heard something going on outside. They ran to the window to see what was going on.

"What in the world?" Musique asked. Then he saw his invention coming at them at full throttle.

"Medley, look out!" he shouted, as he and Medley ducked down just as the invention smashed through the cellar door and smashed. Baby Cuddles was dangling from a spring.

"You gotta try this!" she shouted with a laugh.

Back at the palace, all the objects were cleaning the ponies' clocks. Lefou had a large torch and he was holding it at Bubbles, melting her wax. Bubbles didn't have any place to go. She was trapped in the corner. Lickety-Split appeared from the stairway, wearing a Napoleon style hat and carrying a pair of scissors.

"CHARGE!" she shrieked as she slid down the banister. She got Lefou right in the rump.

"YEEEEEEOOOOOUUUUUCCHHHH!" Lefou screamed and jumped into the air.

One pony was about to grab some of the objects when Peachy sang out an opera type note, and crashed on top of the pony. More ponies ran to her. Peachy swatted them with her doors, and one pony actually ran through them! Peachy slammed her doors shut on him. When he ran out, he found himself wearing a dress, wig, and high heels.

"Yeeeeiiiiiii!" he screamed, and ran out.

The carpet rolled up another pony and locked him into a trunk. The trunk licked it's lips, and burped. Another pony was holding Lemon Drop and pulling her apart. Bubbles walked over to him, and ignited the pony's rump.

"WHOOOOOAAAA!" the pony shouted, and he took off. Lemon Drop flew into the air, and crash landed on Bubbles' back.

"Thanks," she said.

"Ouch," Bubbles groaned.

By that time, the mob of ponies were crawling out of the castle. All the objects cheered.

"And stay out!" Lickety-Split shouted. Bubbles picked up Lickety-Split and gave her the traditional French greeting: a kiss on each cheek.

"Bleah!" Lickety-Split shouted, pushing Bubbles away. "Ptooey! Ptooey!"

In the meantime, Gaston had entered the West Wing. The Beast was just sitting there. Gaston loaded his bow and shot an arrow. It hit the Beast, and he roared in pain. Gaston rushed him, and they flew out the window onto the outside balcony. It had begun to rain some moments earlier. Gaston gave the Beast a few well placed kicks and laughed.

"Get up!" he ordered. "Get up, you overgrown throw rug! What's the matter? Too kind and gentle to fight back?!"

The Beast just lay there, not saying a word. Gaston grabbed a piece of the roof, and yanked it off. He was about to clunk the Beast over the head, when Medley arrived.

"No!" she shouted.

The Beast looked down and saw her. He jumped to his feet, and growled in Gaston's face. Gaston tried to swat at the Beast, but he felt a new life in him, since Medley returned. The Beast ran off hiding among the gargoyles on the tower. Gaston wandered around, looking for the Beast. He smashed a couple of gargoyles on his way through.

"Come out and fight!" he shouted. "Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she'd want you, when she had someone like me?!"

The Beast growled and jumped out. He grabbed Gaston, and held him over the side of the roof. Gaston began to panic.

"Please! Please!" he begged. "Let me go! I'll do anything! Anything!"

The Beast thought that over, and pulled Gaston back to the roof. He looked directly into the pony's eyes.

"Get out," he growled. And then he threw Gaston to the ground. Medley flew up to the balcony just then.

"Beast!" she shouted.

"Medley!" the Beast shouted, and he climbed up to the window. "You came back!"

Medley and the Beast stared at each other for a few minutes, until Gaston came up and stabbed the Beast in the back. The Beast roared in agony, and began to fall backwards. That knocked Gaston off balance. Medley pulled the Beast towards the balcony. Gaston let out a scream as he plummeted from the balcony to the ground below, never to be seen again. Medley pulled the Beast onto the balcony.

"You came back," the Beast said.

"Of course I came back," Medley said. "I couldn't let them . . . . . oh this is all my fault. If only I'd come sooner."

"Maybe it's better this way."

"Don't say that. You'll be all right. We're together now. Everything's going to be just fine. You'll see."

"At least . . . . . at least I got to see you one last time."

And with that, the Beast's eyes rolled back in their sockets, and he collapsed on the balcony floor, lifeless. Medley couldn't fight the tears in her eyes, and she didn't even try. She leaned over the Beast's lifeless body.

"No," she begged. "No, please! Please don't go, Beast! Please don't die Beast! I love you."

The last petal on the rose fell. Bubbles, Cupcake, and Lickety-Split looked up at it, and then down at the ground. They were too late.

But then, something strange happened. The rain began forming beams of light. They surrounded Medley and the Beast, and the Beast was lifted into the air. He was surrounded by his cloak for a moment or so. His appendages began to transform into pony legs and hooves. They were yellow. His body grew smaller, and turned yellow as well. Instead of a wolf's tail, a regular pony tail came out. It was white. A silver airplane appeared on the pony's hips. Two yellow wings sprouted from his back. His head transformed into that of a yellow pony with white mane. Then he was lowered to the ground. Medley stared at him in shock. The pony got up and looked at himself. Then he turned to Medley.

"Medley," he said. "It's me."

Medley looked at the pony carefully. She stared into his eyes, and realized that it, indeed, was the Beast, but he had turned back into Prince Airedale, ruler of the castle.

"It is you!" Medley shouted, and she  flew to Airedale. They looked at each other and kissed.

A fireworks display happened then. All the hideous gargoyles that decorated the castle were turned into statues of little ponies. Bubbles, Lickety-Split, and Cupcake raced out to the balcony. They were transformed too. Bubbles turned into a yellow pony with blue hair, a white blaze on her forehead, and blue and green bubbles on her rump. Lickety-Split turned into a purple pony with pink hair, and ice cream cones on her rump. Cupcake turned into a white pony with blue hair, and red cupcakes on her rump.

"Bubbles!" Airedale shouted. "Lickety-Split! Cupcake! Look at us!"

"Cupcake! Cupcake!" Baby Cuddles cried out, while riding the footstool. They transformed to a blue baby pony with pink hair, and a pink rattle on her rump, and a large, Old English sheepdog. Cupcake ran over and nuzzled Baby Cuddles.

'This is incredible!" she shouted.

"It's a miracle!" Bubbles shouted.

The scene was swept into the ballroom, where everyone was celebrating. Medley and Airedale were flying in the air, waltzing. The others watched.

"L'amour, l'amour," Bubbles sighed, trying to sound French again. Lickety-Split came up to her.

"Well, Bubbles, old buddy," she said. "Shall we let bygones be bygones?"

"Of course!" Bubbles shouted. "I told you she'd break the spell!"

"Ah ha, forgive me, my friend, but I believe I told you."

"No you didn't. I told you!"

"You most certainly did not, you  pompous paraffin-headed pea brain!"

"En garde, you . . . . you overgrown pocket watch!"

Bubbles jumped on top of Lickety-Split and the two started fighting. But that didn't spoil the celebration. Medley and Airedale waltzed passed Musique, Baby Cuddles, and Cupcake.

"They live happy ever after, Cupcake?" Baby Cuddles asked.

"Of course, honey, of course," Cupcake said. Baby Cuddles smiled, but then thought about something.

"I still have to sleep in the cupboard?" she asked.

Musique started laughing, as did Cupcake. Medley and Airedale continued waltzing, as singing was heard.

 

Certain as the sun

Rising in the East

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

 

Tale as old as time

Song as old as rhyme

Beauty and the Beast

 

The End