A Princess for Christmas (Christmas at Castlebury Hall)

Once upon a time, in a land called Buffalo,

there lived a little girl named Jules Daly,

who dreamt of traveling to far-away places,

where people sang and danced on a whim.

Where houses were filled with musical boxes,

mechanical dolls and cuckoo clocks.

But alas, not all tales can have happy endings.

Jules grew up, and still has her dreams.

Unfortunately, she's still in Buffalo.

Hello, Buffalo antiques and stuff.

Yes, we buy and sell antiques. And do clock repairs.

Sure, bring them here.

I'll get it. Hi, can I help you?

Yes, I'm looking for a present for my daughter.

- OK, what are her interests? - Well, she's a...

Bloodsucker!

- Maddie, are you making a mess?! - No, I'm just making a snack.

Strange... Milo!

Kasawanski's ninja massacre, awesome!

- Hey Milo! What's up? - Zoey! What are you doing here?

- I'm your neighbor. This is my video store too. - Quit following me.

- You know that game is rated 17+. - Tell me something I don't know!

- Psycho-Bob will never let you buy it. - We'll just have to borrow it, then.

- Did you find what you were looking for? - Yeah.

- I'm outta here. - Me too.

- Stop! - Come on, let's go!

- Look out! - He's coming!

- Stop that kid! - Let's split up!

It's perfect! How did you managed that so quickly?

I have a seven-year old. And a teenage boy.

- Step-children? - No, I am their aunt, and legal guardian.

It's just the three of us, but I have a wonderful nanny

who keeps everything under control.

Mrs. Caley?

- You're welcome. And merry Christmas! - Merry Christmas!

Hey, I just sold a music box. Now if I could just find a customer for my clock.

Jules, we need to talk.

- I'm sure you know that business is down. - I can do better.

You've been wonderful. I can only imagine

how difficult this year has been for you.

Losing your sister and brother-in-law last Christmas...

- I'm getting through it. - Look, there's no easy way to say this,

unfortunately, I can't afford to keep you on.

In fact, if business doesn't turn around soon, I may have to close the store.

- Arthur, please. - I'm sorry, Jules. Really, I am.

You're the best salesgirl I've ever had.

I'll put out some feelers and see if there's any other job openings.

Yeah, thanks.

Milo, open up! We have an emergency!

You left the house. I'm telling.

One word, and Dolly Dinckle loses her head. Got it?

Milo, you left the garbage cans in the driveway again!

- I can't take this anymore! - He's a murderer!

- You asked for it. - What happened?

Aunt Jules, Milo killed Dolly Dinckle!

- And he snuck out again! - You snuck out?

- Wait until you see the laundry room! - Mrs Caley, I'm so sorry!

Milo, did you glue her purse?

- That's it! I quit! - No, Mrs Caley, you can't quit, I need you!

What you need is a SWAT team!

- Wait! - And one more thing...

your check bounced. Again!

Intensive violence, crude humor, blood, gore, oh, suggestive scenes!

Milo, you're grounded for two weeks.

- No, I'm not! - Yes you are. And don't talk back to me!

- But it's Christmas vacation. - And no TV!

- What? That is bull... - Don't even say it.

Better be careful, Milo, or Santa won't put anything in your stocking.

Who cares? Everyone knows there's no Santa Claus.

How can you say that? Of course there's a Santa Claus!

It's the lamest Christmas ever.

Milo, wait!

Come here, sweetie.

- Don't cry. - But he said there wasn't a Santa.

Honey, he didn't mean it. Just because

it's only the three of us now doesn't mean there's no Santa Claus.

- You just have to believe is all. - I believe.

Me too, sweetie. Me too.

I know you're really mad at me, but...

crushing your little sister's feelings is a terrible way to start Christmas.

Sorry.

Maddie and I are gonna get a tree tomorrow. You want to come?

I just wish Christmas was over.

All it makes me think about is loosing mom and dad.

Good evening! My name is Paisley Winterbottom.

You must be Miss Maddie. I work for your grandfather.

- I have a grandfather? - Of course you do!

Maddie, Mr. Paisley and I need to have an adult conversation.

I just need five minutes of your time.

I don't know what your deal is, but Grandpa Huntington's name

hasn't been mentioned around here much

since he cut off his son for marring my sister.

Yes, that was very unfortunate.

- Unfortunate? Did you ever meet my sister? - I'm sorry to say that I did not.

Well, she was a magnificent person. And that pompous family didn't deserve her.

If I may be so bold, they're not just any family. Their grandfather happens to be a Duke!

- Well, whopateedoo. What's your title? - I am the butler.

Really? I thought butlers were extinct.

Oh, no, we'd made a comeback. P. Diddy has three.

Master Milo.

- Who's he? - Paisley Winterbottom.

And I'm here to invite all three of you to spend Christmas at Castlebury Hall.

- Where's that? - Stone's throw from Liechtenstein.

- It doesn't matter, we're not going. - Why not?

Well, for one, I have a job.

But your former employer relieved you of that responsibility.

No way, you got fired?

The airline tickets will be arriving this evening,

and I have a check to cover your traveling expenses.

We don't accept handouts from gutless guilty family members.

But I was told not to return without you.

Then you'll just gonna have to move to Buffalo.

- He can stay with us. - No he can't!

There is something you need to know, the Duke's not very well and...

He'd really love to see his grandchildren before...

- There, I've said it. - I'm very sorry to hear that.

I'll think about it.

It's the best I can do for now.

- No, thank you. - I'll hang on to it then.

Goodnight, Miss Daly. - Goodnight, Mr Winterbottom.

We miss you, sis.

I'm trying really hard with the kids, but...

Milo just seems so angry all the time.

Maddie needs constant supervision.

And now the nanny's quit and

the car's broke and I lost my job.

I'm in big trouble.

I just wished you were here to tell me what to do.

Maddie, look! Isn't it pretty?

- Are we getting close to grandpa's house? - It's just over the hill.

Welcome to Castlebury Hall.

- It's a castle! - It's a mega mansion!

It's... it's a nightmare! Kids, you can't break anything here!

- Who are they? - I think this is the staff.

Let me introduce you to everyone, they're all terribly excited to meet you.

This is Mrs Birch, the head housekeeper,

who'll give you any assistance you'll require, Miss Daly.

- Hi there! Just Jules is fine. What should I call you? - Mrs Birch.

And this is Abigail, who'll be looking after Miss Maddie.

You're pretty.

And this is Floyd, the under-butler. He'll be looking after Master Milo.

I have a butler? That's insane. Actually, can I have Abigail instead?

This is George the valet, Amy the chambermaid and Brian the footman.

Please, follow me.

- I like them. - Yes, they seem quite spirited.

Enough chatting, go.

This is the great hall.

...in the Empire style in 1852.

We're not in Buffalo anymore.

The servants will show you to your quarters. I shall go inform His Grace that you've arrived.

This way, please!

- Oh, that's slick. - Yes, we keep it waxed.

It's a princess bed!

Cool!

Where's the TV?

It's beautiful!

- Welcome back to Castlebury Hall, sir! - Paisley, excellent to see you again!

- Hope you had a pleasant journey, sir? - Lovely, thank you.

Mrs Birch has laid a fire in your room.

Thanks, Gibson!

Oh dear! We'll have to fix that straitaway.

Yo, dude! Hands off my hockey jersey!

It's a special personaly autographed anniversary edition.

My bad!

We do have a fully stocked library in the east wing.

I really do like to unpack myself, if you don't mind.

- It's my job, miss! - I won't tell.

If you insist. The dinner will be served at half past eight,

and please, be prompt. His Grace does not abide tardiness.

Mrs. Birch!

She's a quick one!

- Hi. - Hello.

Sorry.

- You're Ashton. - Yes.

I've seen you in pictures. My sister was married to your...

To my... brother. Charles.

Sorry about your sconce. It's old, isn't it? Probably pretty expensive.

You know, it looks like a Louis Philippe... Yeah, it is.

I can probably just fix this with nail glue, or a little...

Just leave it.

Can you tell me the way to the dining room?

Down the stairs, left to the corridor, second door on your right.

- Thanks. - Excuse me.

Nice to meet you too.

Your fizzy water, sir! Thank you.

Milo, we're late!

Coming. I wonder what's in here?

It's locked, which means, you know, do not enter. Come on.

Is it right or left to the corridor?

Your Grace, may I present Master Milo, Miss Maddie and their aunt, Miss Jules Daly?

You sure you brought the right family?

Does he look like he's about to kick the bucket to you?

Not even remotely, but I sure liked to keep Paisley.

- Children look just like Charles. - Yes, Your Grace, I thought so as well.

Don't just stand there. Come in, come and sit down. We don't want to starve to death, do we?

My grandpa!

- Wow, it's an Empire chair. - Yes, it is.

- Allow me, sir. - The dental gives it away.

Edward seems to have made a miraculous recovery?

Yes, I'm been meaning to talk to you about that.