Cherry and Atticus's Magical World

chapter 13

Atticus was now with Lumiere, working on the music. Lumiere waved the baton while the piccolo, tuba, and accordion played themselves to make a song for Mrs. Potts. Atticus was covering his ears while the music was being played.

"Concertina, that's a sharp in measure 4," Lumiere told the others as he stopped their playing. "Tubaloo, let's try up an octave, Fife, put some feeling into it."

"Um, Lumiere, I don't think this music is the right one." Atticus said.

"Maestro, I could use a break," Concertina wheezed. "Zhese lively French melodies are murder!"

"WHAT?! I'll give you a break when you play it right!" Lumiere replied before waving the baton again.

"Someone please make this music stop." Atticus begged.

"What was that infernal racket?" Cogsworth came in with Chip, complaining about the music.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize the work of the Maestro Michel de la Land." Lumiere replied with a bright smile.

"I thought the circus had come to town." Chip smirked.

"Same here." Patch smirked as well as he came into the room.

"Well said, chaps," Cogsworth chuckled in agreement. "That dreadful piece is completely inappropriate."

"Do you have a better choice?" Atticus asked.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I shall be composing an original symphony for the event, I shall be composing an original symphony for the event." Cogsworth replied as he took the baton from Lumiere. "An opus of sorts. What do you think?"

"By any chance, will this music be like an opera music?" Patch asked.

"Why yes, and Concertina, Tubaloo, and Fife have already agreed to preform my piece." Cogsworth replied.

"I can already hear people falling asleep." Atticus said.

"At least the music is better than it used to be?" Fife smiled sheepishly.

"Why not compromise?" Atticus asked.

"Well, Cogsworth did approach us first, Atticus." Concertina explained.

"But we made no promise to him exclusively," Tubaloo agreed. "We can play for both of them."

"But we don't have time." Patch said.

"Zhe cake has rolled in and zhat is it." Lumiere added in.

"Very well then, we'll both prepare." Cogsworth then said out of defeat.

"You two will compromise and that's it." Atticus said.

"I wonder how the cake's doing?" Patch wondered.

"Me too." Chip agreed as he wanted to leave the room.

"I'll check on it." Atticus said.

Chip and Patch followed Atticus into the kitchen.

The oven mitts, Chaud and Tres, appeared to be fighting over the bowl as the egg beater was mixing the cake batter in a bowl.

"What is going on in here?!" Atticus glared.

The egg beater yelped and hopped up which then splashed the cake batter against the oven mitts. "Uh, nothing, but blending, sir?" he then smiled nervously to Atticus as he looked as sharp when angry that could only rival Chef Bouche.

Atticus soon grabbed the two oven mitts. "I thought Mo told me that you two had compromised and were now going to do a cake with an angel food cake layer and a devil's food cake layer?" he then sharply asked the oven mitts.