ARIEL: What do you suppose?. . .
SEBASTIAN: Ariel? Ariel!
Ariel swims out of the grotto and up towards a ship. Above the surface, fireworks explode in the sky around ship. Ariel gasps and looks on, amazed. Sebastian and Flounder surface beside her.
SEBASTIAN: Ariel, what - what are you- (gasping) Jumpin' jellyfish!
Ariel leaps to the ship.
SEBASTIAN: Ariel, Ariel! Please come back!
Ariel climbs up the ship and watches party on board eyelevel at the deck. Three sailors play music as the others dance a jig. Max, a shaggy sheepdog barks and scampers around the dancers.
Max sniffs along the deck towards Ariel and licks Ariel's face. Prince Eric whistles to Max.
ERIC: (whistles) Max, here boy.
Max runs to Eric. Ariel touches her cheek where Max licked her.
ERIC: Hey, come on, mutt, whatcha doing, huh Max? Good boy, good boy.
Max jumps on Eric and barks. Ariel sees him and is lovestruck. Scuttle flaps down towards her, speaking loudly.
SCUTTLE: Hey there, sweetie! Quite a show, eh?
ARIEL: (speaking low) Scuttle, be quiet! They'll hear you.
SCUTTLE: Oooh, I gotcha, I gotcha. (hiding beside Ariel) We're being intrepidatious. (now shouting) We're out to discover!
Ariel grabs his beak to shut him up.
ARIEL: I've never seen a human this close before.
Eric plays the flute.
ARIEL: Oh - he's very handsome, isn't he?
SCUTTLE: (looking at Max) I dunno, he looks kinda hairy and slobbery to me.
ARIEL: Not that one - the one playing the snarfblat.
GRIMSBY: (holding his arms out) Silence! Silence! It is now my honor and privilege to present our esteemed Prince Eric with a very special, very expensive, very large birthday present.
Grimsby gestures towards a large object covered in cloth and tied with a red ribbon.
ERIC: (knocking Grimsby on the back) Ah, Grimsby - y'old beanpole, you shouldn't have.
Sailors cheer and whistle.
GRIMSBY: I know. Happy birthday, Eric!
A large, gaudy statue of Eric, holding a sword and stepping atop a giant royal crest is revealed. Max growls.
ERIC: Gee, Grim. It's, err, it's, err - it's really somethin'. . . .
GRIMSBY: Yes, I commissioned it myself. Of course, I had hoped it would be a wedding present, but...
ERIC: (grabbing the telescope from Grimsby) Aw, come on, Grim, don't start. Look, you're not still sore because I didn't fall for the princess of Glauerhaven, are you?
Eric looks out the telescope for a second before tossing it back to Grimsby, who catches it clumsily.
GRIMSBY: Oh, Eric, it isn't me alone. The entire kingdom wants to see you happily settled down with the right girl.
Eric sits on the railing of the ship looking out towards the sea.
ERIC: Well, she's out there somewhere. I just - I just haven't found her yet.
GRIMSBY: Well, perhaps you haven't been looking hard enough.
ERIC: Believe me, Grim, when I find her I'll know - without a doubt. It'll just - bam! - hit me - like lightning.
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