(Marshall's castle. He's standing at the window, looking outside. Zuma is with him, eating.)
Marshall: (sighs) No sign of her yet, Zuma.
Zuma: 'Course not. Good half hour 'till sunset. (takes a bite) Ah, excellent bird! (looks at Marshall) Oh now, come on, wake up, battle's over, girl's as good as here.
Marshall: I'm sorry, Zuma, but after sixteen years of worrying, never knowing ...
Zuma: The past, all in the past. (claps his hands. The Lackey arrives with a bottle of wine) Tonight, we toast to future with something i've been saving for sixteen years. (fills two glasses)
Here, to the future!
Marshall: Right, Zuma, to the future!
Zuma: Skumps!
Marshall: Skumps
Zuma: A toast to this night
Marshall: The outlook is rosy
Zuma: The future is bright
Both: Our children will marry Our kingdoms unite Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!
Zuma: Ah, excellent vintage. And now, to the new home, ey?
Marshall: New home?
Zuma: Children need a nest of their own, what? Place to raise their little brood, ey?
Marshall: Well, I suppose in time ...
Zuma: Of course. To the home! Skumps!
Marshall: Skumps!
Zuma: A toast to the home
Marshall: One grander by far than a palace in Rome
Zuma: Let me fill up your glass,
(That glass was all foam.)
Both: Skumps, Skumps, Skumps!
Zuma: (claps his hands) The plans! (servant holds a castle's plan in front of Stefan's face) Well, what do you think? Nothing elaborate, of course. Fourty bedrooms, Dining hall - Honeymoon cottage, really.
Marshall: You mean, you're building it already?
Zuma: Built man! Finished. The love-birds can move in tomorrow.
Marshall: Tomorrow? But Zuma, they're not even married yet.
Zuma: Take care of that tonight. To the wedding!
Marshall: Now hold on, Hubert. I haven't even seen my daughter yet, and you're taking her away from me.
Zuma: Getting my Chase aren't you?
Marshall: Yes, but ...
Zuma: Want to see our grandchildren, don't we?
Marshall: Of course, but ...
Zuma: There's no time to lose! Getting on in years. To the wedding!
Marshall: Now be reasonable, Zuma. After all, Skye knows nothing about this.
Zuma: Well?
Marshall: Well, it may come as quite a shock ...
Zuma: Shock? My Chase a shock? (angry) What's wrong with my Chase?
Marshall: Nothing, Zuma. I only meant ...
Zuma: Why, doesn't your daughter like my son
Marshall: Now, now ...
Zuma: I'm not so sure my son likes your daughter!
Marshall: Now, see here ...
Zuma: I'm not so sure my grandchildren want You for a grandfather
Marshall: Why, you unreasonable, pompous, blustering, old windbag!
Zuma: Unreasonable, pompous ... (grabs a fish and holds it like a sword) En garde, sir!
Marshall: I warn you, Zuma, this means war. (uses a plate as a shield)
(They start to fight, fish against plate, then abruptly break into laughter.)
Zuma: What's this all about anyway?
Marshall: Nothing Zuma, absolutely nothing.
Zuma: The children are bound to fall in love with each other.
Marshall: Precisely. And as for grandchildren, I'll have the royal woodcarvers start work on the cradle tomorrow.
Zuma: Splendid! King size, of course.
Marshall: Certainly. To the woodcarver's guild!
(We hear an announcement outside.)
Announcer:
His royal highness, Prince Chase
Zuma: Chase?
(runs downward to meet him)
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Sleeping Pup
FanfictionSleeping Beauty belongs to disney and paw patrol belongs to nick jr
