The Proud Princess (Pyšná princezna)

Ha! Ha!

Ha! Ha! Huh?

Oh, I gotta go, Jimmy.

I'd rather pick apples all day than pick a new princess.

I'd choose easily. Mmm.

I am sure you would.

King Benjamin!

I realize you're extremely busy,

but the delegation from the Midnight Kingdom is waiting.

Benjamin, obviously you prefer it outside

in the gardens,

but as king, you have certain responsibilities!

You can't ignore them forever!

-Where is he? -Uh...

Ugh, you're no help!

Your Highness!

Benjamin?

It's not funny!

Not funny at all!

Downright annoying!

I won't say this again.

There comes a time in every young man's life...

When he needs to stop acting like a child.

...when he needs to start taking life more seriously.

Whatever is to be done about your son?

Any ideas?

Shh!

Where is he?

He's messing around in the garden.

-Jimmy! -Huh?

Where is he?

Who? The King?

Sat on his throne, I expect.

Oh! Oh!

Ah.

Ah, there you are, Jacob!

Your Highness.

Okay. We really should begin.

Presenting the envoy of the Midnight Kingdom!

Hmm.

Our Good King Benjamin,

salutations and felicitations

from the just and noble ruler of the Midnight Kingdom.

His Royal Highness, the King,

presents a portrait of his most beautiful, radiant,

and charming daughter, the Princess Carolina,

in expectations you will wish to ask for her hand

in royal matrimony.

Princess.

Princess!

Wake up!

Oh, please! Please wake up!

Oh, wake up.

Hmm?

Princess, the envoy of the Sun Kingdom!

They're here!

Everyone's waiting for you!

They're here? Oh, already?

-Oh! -Oh!

- Uh-- - watch out!

- So sorry, Princess. - Ugh!

Hurry up!

Trying to hurry up.

I want the lace one.

The lace one. The lace one.

No, th-- that's too fussy!

Fussy? I-- I'll get something else.

This one's too childish.

Ah, childish?

Get me the silk one.

- The silk one? - No.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!

I said the blue one!

- Oh, the blue one? - Ugh!

- Coming! - Shoes!

- Shoes. - Yes, yes.

- Shoes, shoes. - Shoes.

-I said... -Oh!

Here we are. Here we are. Shoes. Shoes.

Oh, not those shoes!

I am stupid.

I am so stupid.

Huh.

My crown! Where is my crown?

Oh, dear! I don't know where the crown is!

It's usually here! It's usually here!

Well, find it, woman!

We haven't all day.

It's usually right here, and I can't find it.

A princess needs a crown!

Oh, where did it get to?

Hurry up!

Ah!

There you are!

Oh.

Here it is, Your Majesty.

Finally.

Who's a good girl?

Good job I have you, Bijou.

I'd never be ready if it were up to these useless servants.

Excuse me, I'll take that.

- All done, Princess. - Let's go.

Ugh!

Your Royal Highness,

I present this portrait of our own King Benjamin,

who respectfully asks you

to consider accepting his hand in royal matrimony.

Mm.

Hmm.

Is this a king or a gardener?

Excuse me? I, um...

Ah, yes.

King Benjamin of the Sun Kingdom.

Not worth you bothering with, Your Majesty.

He is not worthy of tying my shoelaces.

And this yokel is why I had to get up so early?

Carolina, please.

Perhaps you're being a little hasty?

Eh, uh, M-- M-- M-- Maximus, hmm?

On the contrary, sire,

the Princess exhibits excellent judgment.

And I'll exhibit something else.

One moment.

But you can't do that. It's a--

A masterpiece.

Bravo, Princess.

Well, let's hope the King doesn't declare war over that.

Hmm?

What? The gardener?

Perhaps he'll attack us with his rake.

Now, this is more like it.

The envoy from the Kingdom of Splendor,

-Your Majesty. -Uh-huh!

Your Royal Highness, the most beauteous

Princess Carolina,

salutations and felicitations from our King--

What do we think Bijou?

Who sends this portrait of his dashingly handsome

- and noble son. - Do we like him?

- Prince Romeo. - Hmm.

- And hereby asks you--

Hmm, I suppose so.

- To accept his offer

to join your houses in royal matrimony.

'Tis but a modest gift from our prince.

Oh.

Please excuse Snitcher.

He does so love treasure, all manner of shiny,

precious things.

Can't imagine where he gets that from.

Snitcher, here boy.

Um, should we invite this prince then?

But of course, don't you see it?

Has there ever been a more fated fairytale couple?

Your unparalleled beauty

and the irresistible charm of His Royal Highness,

Prince Romeo.

A rhapsody of grace and charisma one might almost call it, um--

A perfect match beyond compare.

Oh, to see such an immaculate union

would be joy beyond bliss.

If the Prince really does suit me that well,

then you'd better invite him. Hmm.

Your Majesty Your Highness.

Your Grace.

Hmm.

Not worthy of tying your shoelaces, huh?

Hmm. Let's see.

Good luck, sir.

Thanks, Jacob.

Let's go.

Goodbye!

Oh.

Hey, hey, hey. Whoa there.

Off to see the Princess, are you?

It's love.

You wouldn't understand.

But she doesn't even like you.

She's not even met me.

Ya-ya!

Love crazy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Greetings, sir.

What are you doing?

Oh, please don't tell anyone I couldn't help myself.

I had to sing just a little.

Clearly you've never visited the Midnight Kingdom

judging by the look on your face.

Uh, no. But I'm headed there now.

Ah, well let me explain.

I am a shoemaker and I love to sing while I work.

But, alas, singing is banned throughout the land.

Luckily, I live so close to the border

whenever I feel a song coming on,

I hop across and I let it out!

Your King banned singing?

No, no, no. Not the King, no!

His royal advisors.

But never mind that.

Tell me of the Sun Kingdom.