Mirabel (carrying WAY too much) enters the COURTYARD where preparations for Antonio’s gift ceremony is in full swing: flowers everywhere, the House is creating stairs, moving furniture. She nearly knocks into passing musicians.
(Antonio: It looks so magical!
Abuela: It is very magical.)
MIRABEL: Oh sorry... excuse me...
ABUELA: Lift it higher... higher.
CAMILO, watching from the balcony above, praises people.
CAMILO: Hey nice job over there, yeah yeah.
ABUELA ALMA: Camilo, we need another José.
Camilo changes into a tall guy to help hang an “ANTONIO!” BANNER over a DOOR WITH A GLOWING BORDER AROUND IT.
(Camilo smiles proudly.)
CAMILO: (changing shape) Jooooosé!
ABUELA ALMA: Luisa, the piano goes upstairs.
LUISA: I’m on it. (nearly runs over Mirabel) Careful, sis!
Mirabel tries to balance the groceries as the wind picks up.
(Isabela rolls her eyes and Mirabel's clumsiness)
Pepa is creating a TORNADO as she nervously paces.
PEPA: My baby’s night has to be perfect and it’s not perfect and people are going to be coming and nothing’s ready, the whole town will be here -
FÉLIX: Pepi, Pepi, Pepita - you’re tornadoing the flowers - the flowers!
ISABELA: Did someone say “flowers?”
(Mirabel: Ugh, such an ANGEL.
Isa: I know.)
Isabela descends above Mirabel on a flowering vine and flowers bloom all around her like a goddamn angel.
FÉLIX: Our angel, our angel.
ISABELA: (cloying) Please, don’t clap.
(Félix and Pepa smile)
PEPA: Thank you.
ISABELA: Oh, it’s nothing.
Isabela lands next to Mirabel, but doesn’t see her as she turns and bumps into her, covering both in flowers. As they walk side-by-side, they can feel their friction. Mirabel tries to get the petals off of her. Isabela makes herself perfect.
(Mirabel rolls her eyes.
Isa: I would rather bump into someone else)
ISABELA: Uch, a little sisterly advice: if you weren’t always trying too hard you wouldn’t be in the way.
MIRABEL: Actually, Isa, this is called (LUGGING BASKET) helping, and I’m not in the way, you ar--oof--
Mirabel collides with a post, Isabela rolls her eyes.
(Mirabel: I blame Isabela.
Isa: That was your own fault, do-do bird.
Julieta; Hey, no Name calling.)
As Mirabel hefts a TON of supplies onto the kitchen counter, Julieta notices Mirabel is clearly overcompensating.
Concerned, but trying not to show it, Julieta sidles over.
JULIETA: Whoa. Mi vida, you okay? You don’t have to over-do it.
MIRABEL: I know, Mamá, I just want to do my part like the rest of the family.
