Beauty and the Scarecrow

Chapter Six: Join me for Dinner

"Please, please," Henry came stumbling into the pub, finally making it back to the village, "Someone, someone. You, help..."

"Whoa, whoa," the Tavern Keeper came up to him, trying to calm the hysterical Jet down.

"You must help me. It's Maddie! He's got, he's got Maddie. She's locked in a dungeon."

"Who's got her?"

"A Scarecrow! A huge, horrid, monstrous Scarecrow!"

Everyone around him just laughed at his story. But Henry couldn't have been more serious.

"My daughter's life is in danger. Why do you laugh?" Henry asked them, "It's not a joke. His castle is hidden in the woods. It's already winter there."

"Winter in June?" Jean asked as the villagers laughed.

"Crazy old Henry!" An old woman said.

"Listen to me!" Henry had enough of their taunts, "The Scarecrow is real. Do you understand? Will no one help me?"

"I'll help, Henry," Jester spoke up.

"What?" Henry turned to Jester as he stood from his chair, "You will?"

"Everybody... stop making fun of this man at once."

"Captain, thank you."

"Don't thank me, Henry. Lead us to the Scarecrow."

The villagers seemed confused as to why Jester was falling for this seemingly crazy story. Who would ever believe that there was a Scarecrow living in a castle? But Oscar caught onto Jester's plan. Jester only wanted to save Maddie to win her favor regardless if Henry's claims were true. Henry began to lead the two into the forest to find this Jester. Meanwhile, back at the castle, the chipped teacup was excited at the news of there being a girl in the castle.

The cup's mother, Glinda, was doing everything to calm her daughter, Dorothy, down. She was so excited. But she got the girl to calm down before she broke something of hers. Meanwhile, the Scarecrow walked into the dining room, ready for his dinner. But, when he sat down, he saw that two sets of plates and dishes had been set up. And he knew exactly who they were for. Swiping the plates and cutlery off the table, the Scarecrow called out to Boq, knowing that the French flirt was behind this. The Scarecrow burst into the kitchen to confront his staff.

"You're making her dinner!" The Scarecrow said, clearly upset.

"Well, we thought you might appreciate the company," Boq defended himself.

"Master Fiyero, I just want to assure you that I had no part in this hopeless plan," Zeke said, trying to make sure his master knew that he had no part in this, "Preparing a dinner, designing a gown for her, giving her a suite in the East Wing!"

"You gave her a bedroom?!" Fiyero asked Zeke.

"No, no, no. He gave her a bedroom," Zeke pointed to Boq.

"This is true," Boq admitted, "But if this girl is the one who can break the spell then maybe you could start by using dinner to charm her. Good thinking, Zeke!"

"What?"

"That's the most ridiculous idea I've ever heard!" Fiyero scoffed "Charm the prisoner!"

"But you must try, Master," Boq said in a calm voice, "With every passing day we become less human."

"She's the daughter of a common thief. What kind of person do you think that makes her?"

"Oh, you can't judge people by who their father is, now can you?" Glinda asked Fiyero.