The Princess Switch 3: Romancing the Star

Once upon a time, there was a baker from Chicago.

Merry Christmas.

That's me, Stacy,

who looks just like Margaret, the duchess of Montenaro.

Stacy, me again, married the handsome Prince Edward at Christmas,

while Margaret married my adorable best friend Kevin

right before she was crowned queen of Montenaro,

which almost didn't happen,

because her cousin Fiona, who looks like both of us

and is so over-the-top...

Maggie Moo!

...impersonated her in an attempt to steal the throne.

Luckily, Fiona was caught and sentenced to many years of community service.

I thought she should go to jail, but Margaret says she's family.

Could Christmas get any more eventful?

Well, maybe.

Because this year, I'm cochairing

an international Christmas festival with Margaret,

who's just about my best friend in the world.

And to commemorate the occasion,

the Vatican has loaned us the Star of Peace,

a priceless relic that once belonged to Saint Nicholas himself.

The Star will be kept under guard until it goes on top of a ginormous tree

at our tree-lighting ceremony on Christmas Eve.

Oh, and that's Cardinal Amoah, the special emissary from the Vatican.

Oh, this is so huge!

Can you believe this?

It's incredible.

I feel like we're making history.

Because you are making history.

Your Royal Majesty, Your Highness,

I present to you the Star of Peace.

No one's getting paid a dime. It all goes to charity.

Yes, we had a cancellation,

so there's one final audition to fill the spot in the program.

Okay. Bye.

Stacy and I are handling the details ourselves, so we'll be there.

All right, thank you for checking. Bye.

That's the last call I'm taking tonight.

Me too.

Oh, except for this one. Hey, Liv!

- Merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas.

Mm, we miss you, darling. How were exams?

A major pain.

I love the ballet academy, don't get me wrong,

but they make you work really hard on the school part.

Oh, it's nothing you can't handle.

Are you on your way to the airport?

That's why I called. JFK's closed because of the weather.

The chaperone says we might leave from Bradley.

Oh. Well, keep us posted.

I love you.

I love you more.

I'll sleep better once I know she's here.

Yeah. You and me both.

Come here.

Very good, Your Majesty.

Margaret and I love working together. Yeah, I'm sure we'll do it again.

It's just right now we kinda have our hands full.

We would love to see the corgis as well.

- Absolutely. You can quote me. - Yes. And a very Merry Christmas to you.

- Thank you so much. Bye. - Cheers.

Well, that makes 11 ambassadors,

nine prime ministers, seven kings, four queens,

an entire delegation from Penglia...

And a partridge in a pear tree?

Something like that.

I'm so glad I have you to help me with all this crazy last-minute stuff.

We make a great team, don't we? Just like your dear old Chicago Red Sox.

It's White Sox.

Yes, them as well. All the socks.

- Oh, bravo! - Fabulous.

- Thank you very much. - This way please, ladies and gentlemen.

Maybe we put them after the yodeler?

Do we really need a yodeler?

Well, we don't want to offend the Swiss ambassador.

We don't want to offend anyone.

Yeah.

I'm terribly sorry to interrupt, Your Majesty, but we have,

well, a bit of a situation.

This is Inspector Moretti, superintendent of police.

The police? Well, that sounds serious.

I'm afraid it is, Your Majesty.

The Star of Peace is gone.

This can't be happening.

Isn't the museum vault under guard around the clock?

The guards were drugged.

We found traces of chloromethazine in the ventilation system

that services the security office.

Surely there's surveillance footage.

The thieves wiped the hard drives clean.

Whoever did this came prepared.

We've notified Interpol, but with no forensic evidence,

we've very little to go on.

Just please promise us you'll get it back in time for the ceremony.

I'm afraid that would be a piecrust promise.

Easily made, easily broken.

Oh dear!

We'd like to keep the investigation confidential

until we know more.

Well, shall we notify the cardinal?

Since it's possible the breach came from within Vatican security,

Interpol has asked us to hold off until we rule them out.

Just know we're doing everything we can.

Well, thank you, Inspector.

The relic of Saint Nicholas.

I mean, this is an international scandal of epic proportions.

Let's just try to stay calm, okay?

Yes, of course.

Keep calm.

- I sympathize with you completely. - Thank you.

But when the crown jewels of Belgravia were stolen,

oh, my grandfather, the king, was nearly deposed.

Not helping.

But the jewels were eventually recovered.

- Well, bits and pieces. - Ah.

A ruby here, a sapphire there, a diamond, you know.

Dude. Come on.

There must be something we can do.

The police are handling it.

They have no clues and no leads.

Wait. If the police don't have any leads,

then it's up to us to come up with something they haven't thought of.

Like what?

Well, what we need

is someone with information that the police don't have.

Someone with connections to the black market,

and it wouldn't hurt if they were just a little bit crooked.

A little crooked?

Yes, indeed.

We need a person who actually thinks like a criminal,

who has a history of never considering consequences,

and has absolutely no fear of breaking the rules.

- If only we knew someone like that. - Fiona.

If anyone knows the unseemly side of things, it's my cousin.

I should know.

I'm sorry. Let me get this straight.

You want to employ the woman who, with the help of her cohorts,

masqueraded as you in an attempt to take over the country?

Didn't she go to jail?

Fiona's serving a sentence of community service

at St. Michael's Convent.

I was actually thinking of inviting her for Christmas before any of this happened.

You were?

I've always felt sorry for her,

growing up in boarding schools with no one to look after her.

I think this past year at the convent's done her some good.

Not that much good.

Look, it's not like I trust Fiona,

but I mean, St. Michael's is less than an hour away,

and the police are stumped.

It would be unconscionable to sit here and do nothing.

What have we got to lose?

You know, anything and everything that isn't nailed down, but...

...I can't think of any other ideas, so...

Kev?

I'll start nailing things down.

You missed a spot.

Where?

The library.

You know, the place with the books.

It's time for my break.

Need I remind you, Fiona Pembroke,

that you still owe 1,242 hours

of community service?

Oh, 1,241.

Be that as it may,

Mother Superior wants to see you in her office.

Now!

Savage.

The sisters and I are absolutely thrilled

Ms. Pembroke will be spending Christmas with you.

She's the only family I have left.

Well, and her mother, but I haven't seen my aunt in years.

I do hope Fiona hasn't been too much trouble.

We are all God's children, my dear.

Maggie Moo!

Oh!

Oh!

What a scrumptious surprise.

Oh, you're looking well.

What brings you to my private little corner of purgatory?

I thought it might be pleasant for us to have the holidays together.

Oh. Will I be mopping or dusting?

You'll be our guest.

After, uh, prayerful consideration,

I've told Her Majesty I could allow a discrete bending of the rules,

seeing as it's Christmas.

As long as you promise to return by December 26th.

There's a hearing of the disciplinary committee

for which you must be present.

We absolutely promise to have her back in time, Mother Superior.

You have my word.

Well, in that case,

Ms. Pembroke is free to spend the holidays at the palace.

Sounds like a gas.

Thank you, Inspector.

Yeah, keep us posted.

Anything?

They thought they had a lead, but it didn't pan out.