The Madrigal family, plus MARIANO and his ABUELA GUZMAN (European Spanish, judgmental) sit at the dining table.
ABUELA ALMA: The Guzmans and the Madrigals together will be so good for the Encanto.
(Abuela smiles proudly. Isabela fakes a smile)
ABUELA GUZMAN: Yes, then let’s hope tonight is not a horrible disaster.
ABUELA ALMA: (chuckles, then toasts) To a perfect night. Salud!
EVERYONE: Salud!
(Abuela: Mirabel will ruin it, like usual.
Julieta: Mama!)
Mirabel does her best to act normal as she maintains unwavering eye contact with Dolores, who struggles to keep the secret in... but looks like she’s gonna pop any minute.
As the Abuelas lightly chuckle (there is fun, light tension between them) Mirabel keeps staring at Dolores, willing her not to divulge the secret.
ABUELA GUZMAN: I assumed that all was well in La Casa Madrigal...though, when it comes to my Mariano, it is always best to see for myself.
A BOWL OF AVOCADO PASSES IN FRONT OF MIRABEL, blocking her view of Dolores.
MARIANO: Avocado?
As the avocados pass, Mirabel now sees that Dolores couldn’t hold out any longer and is now telling Camilo the secret - he chokes on his food, his head changes into Mirabel then Bruno as he snarfs on the table.
(Isa: Uh oh-
Mira: Oh, God...)
ABUELA GUZMAN (O.S.) La Familia Madrigal has always been a pillar of our communi...ty...
Not great. Everyone looks at him - especially the two Abuelas (and Isabela). Abuela Alma doesn’t like this at all and pours more wine for Abuela Guzman to distract her.
FÉLIX: (not in front of company) Camilo, fix your face.
Camilo looks to Mirabel, who is starting to panic that Camilo now knows her secret too, but as she tries to “stare him into keeping quiet” a PITCHER of water PASSES IN FRONT OF HER.
(Mira: WOULD YA STOP?!
Isa: This night is a disaster. Of course.)
ISABELA: Water?
As the water jug passes, Mirabel sees that Camilo is now whispering to Félix. Félix’s eyes go wide and he chokes on some water, which flies onto Abuela Guzman’s plate.
(Camilo: Dolores is a snitch.
Dolores: No!)
Abuela Alma watches this, quietly panicking, trying to maintain her composure.
ABUELA ALMA: (a little weirded-out) Mirabel, the cream, please.
Mirabel smiles at Abuela and turns to Agustín for the cream.
MIRABEL: Pa, the cream.
Reveal Agustín next to Mirabel. He tries to hand her the cream, but his hand is shaking like crazy. Mirabel takes the cream and passes it to Abuela.
Thunder draws Mirabel’s attention to... Pepa. Félix is whispering in her ear, and now a small swirling hurricane forms over the dining room table.
ABUELA ALMA: (clearly embarrassed) Pepa? The cloud.
Pepa tries her best to calm herself down to shrink the cloud.
PEPA: Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies..
