Elle voit des nains partout !

Once upon a time, in a beautiful country called

then France, a very good and very generous king

who had abolished taxes. That was a long time ago.

Mad with impatience, the king paces back and forth.

For the happiness of his people, the queen, at any moment,

is going to give birth to the crown prince.

It is not Guillaume, it is Jérôme.

- For the wet nurses. - Ah yes, the wet nurses.

Lots of body. How much?

Two deciliters an hour, my lord.

- I think madame will do very well. - Naturally, the well-connected ones.

In those good old days, the people were

so poor that they had been nicknamed the wretched.

For years and years, they had gone without champagne

and foie gras in order to offer, on the day of the birth, royal gifts.

- I am not doing anything with it, I have already given enough. - Ah, an ashtray always makes people happy.

And besides, it is less of a pain than wrapping a goat.

One day, if I ever have a child, I will name her Odile.

It is not easy to make this package.

Pauline, swallow my little darlings for me.

Come on, let us take up this poem again.

I am neither lady nor princess, I have neither title nor coat of arms.

Uncle, uncle, uncle, do you like uncles.

I have satin skin on my butt and pleasure in my box.

Uncle, uncle, do you like uncles.

Well then, Cosette, this is the hour you come home. And your little bone!

- Monsieur Valjean! - Come in, my good sir, come in.

- A little suze. - Excuse me for the mess.

Today is a big day. The king is going to have a son.

You are a father.

But it is a girl.

Merlin Place.

From the top of its 2374 floors,

the all-powerful interstellar organization

organizes chance and providence

under the highest authority of Merlin the Enchanter.

This cannot go on like this anymore. It is an unbearable situation.

The fairy Carabosse is requested, conference room.

When an unexpected event manages to slip under the computers,

it is then immediately reported to the computers

with the phrase, watch out, there is a screw-up in the soup.

We were expecting only you, Carabosse.

That, there, obviously, always late, those fundamentalists, there.

The white wine, please. Ladies, we will now move on to the agenda.

- Who wants to take the floor? - Me, me, I can.

We are listening.

The strike by the Northern elves has hardened. They are demanding watches and balaclavas.

We just have to send in the army.

Carabosse, how many times do I have to tell you to drop those old methods?

We want to change our image.

Then?

The witches at the dog ball are short of toads and colors.

- But for now, the necessary has been done. - Very good.

- Ah, we are hearing about a birth at the royal ballet. - Ah, that is important.

Come on, who can go lean over the cradle?

- Me. - No, Carabosse, never for children.

There might be the little intern.

- Huguette? - Yes.

Do you think so?

After all, why not? Would that make you happy, Huguette?

- I am willing to try, ladies. - That is madness.

You have to start somewhere. And besides, all you have to do is lean over, after all, right?

Huguette, go right away, we are not holding you back.

- Do I get changed before I leave? - You change us, change your car it one.

- We will change you on the way. - All right, then, I am going, eh?

- Go on, Huguette. - All right, I am going.

A girl.

A girl.

While I am at it, Your Majesty, I forgot to inform Her Majesty

that Her Majesty the Queen did not survive the delivery.

- A girl. - What am I hearing now?

No, but do you not realize?

But if the Queen is dead, I have to change the menu.

- Damn, I am making ravioli. - No, not ravioli, no.

Fine, then. A pizzarella.

In Madame's memory.

I am making you laugh here.

But the Queen, as she was dying, since she was Persian,

made me swear to call her daughter Snow.

Snow?

Why not.

It is prettier than beige.

Her complexion is of extreme paleness.

How white you are, Snow.

Here is the lovely May, where the flowers fly in the wind.

Where the flowers fly in the wind, so pretty, so sweet.

Where the flowers fly in the wind, so sweetly.

It is a crumpled fruit and white as cheese.

Mélisse, throw that in the trash for me.

You do not buy a bird like an old Kleenex.

- What is Kleenex? - Well then, sir.

It is your turn to put it on.

Come on, my Snow, my baby.

I will be your mama.

I am going to take you far, very far into the forest.

Wait.

I am coming with you. Me? With you.

- Yes? - You are leaving the palace?

- You are leaving me all alone? - Yes, sir.

- I’m going to have my épagneul sealed for a moment. - So, what do I do?

No one told me anything when I came in. I had melons and antipasti.

That’s enough now. Everyone out.

You’re nothing but excrement. You’re black chaluries.

Ah, you. Back home, in England...

Ah, Mélisse, your face. I want to shut it up.

You’re nothing but a slut, a crust, an inabelle.

I’m sorry. I’m not used to it.

What is this about?

I come bearing peace, love, justice, and joy.

She speaks nicely. Sounds like a poem.

And maybe when she farts, it smells like chrysanthemums.

Come with me to the back of the garden. You’ll carry the basket, I’ll carry the shovel.

And the two of us, in the back of the garden, will empty the scrubbing basket.

Come on, don’t be sad, since you’re bigger in the other case.

She’s smaller. It’s an optical illusion.

As a boy, I’m not used to it.

We’ll try anyway.

Oh no, not me.

Oh dear. You’d better put it there.

No, me first.

Thank you.

Oh my God.

I have received the order to depart for war.

I do not much mind leaving our mother.

Yet it was not necessary. I took my bag and came.

Yet it was not necessary. I took my bag and came.

Obviously, it would be better if he went back to how he was before.

Well, I did what I could.

No, no, no.

This time, I think he’s better. Please go through the door instead.

- What is it? - They are gifts, for the birth.

Back up.

I really thought he was going to pull the bridge trick.

Amélie, take this medal for the child. It's a Saint Charlotte. It's gold.

But it’s a gift. It’s priceless.

Yes, the price is written on the back. Six sols and twelve écureux.

It cost me, if I may say so, an arm and a leg.

Oh my king, but you are not that cruel.

- You have a heart. - I also have two kidneys.

That makes three reasons to drink against free excess.

Amélie, in the forest, take good care of the little one.

Give me your hands, your nose, your mouth, your lips.

Bravo. I’m doing well.

And right in front of the little one, too. That's classy. So Amélie.

Night has fallen. We have more than a minute to lose.

Wait. For the road: Olive pits, a slice of bread, and a sprig of lily of the valley.

We want nothing to do with your gifts. Farewell.

Farewell.

- Farewell. - Farewell.

- Farewell. - Farewell.

- Don’t eat there. - Farewell.

- Farewell. - Farewell.

In England, my dear constables, people are much more welcoming.

Amélie, it's not that simple. You have to understand the French mentality.

The peasant is in great demand; He ends up becoming suspicious. But I know them.

They are decent people at heart. Come on, kisses.

Say, you two, with the little one,

you wouldn’t be looking for a place to sleep?

- How do you know that, old woman? - Here, I’m the one asking the questions.

At the far end of the meadow on the left, there’s a barn.

Are the gifts already here?

No, no.

Come in, come in, come in.

Oh, but it’s a little girl.

Oh, look, look, Mary, how pretty the little girl is.

And what is this little girl called?

It's Snow White. Amélie, it's me, it's Albert, the constable.

- Nice to meet you. - Josèle of Nazareth.

- Nice to meet you. - My wife, Mary.

- Madam. - And some friends.

- Sir, madam. - You’re not from here?

We spend our holidays in the region every year.

You haven’t seen it, it’s a wonderful place.

The forest all around, the sea a stone’s throw away. For shopping, it’s very practical.

May we? In the meantime.

I know a very good pain-free childbirth method.

- Would you like that? - You’ve suffered a lot.

Yes.

If you want to visit the model hut, let’s hurry because it’s going to close soon.

On the way, admire the view. And then, breathe.

Then, of course, you have the stable as an option.

As for the silence, listen.

King René’s word was a typically French sort of word.

Isn’t it cheap?

Oh there, sweet lady, how cozy would my last crusade be?

Do you know that for many years I have been hunting the troops of the evil city,

brother of Saladin, king of Moab, king of Damascus at the death of Abtal,

and king of Egypt at the death of the Azizotman?

Hey, crusader, if you want to take it out on the armor, you’ve got the wrong address.

Forget Marcel, you handed me a floozy.

Oh there, the vulgar ones!

- Hi! - Hi!

What brings you these crusaders?

They’re in withdrawal; The tenth one’s been bugging me since this morning.

- What's your name? - Huguette. And you?

Mireille, I’m the daughter of the young Little Red Riding Hoods.

My father is a wine merchant in Préfrontal, a place around here.

I’m bringing Sarah Sy in bitter great.

Hey, you don’t mind if we walk part of the way together?

No.