Getting Inside

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(The fairies reach Sweetie's castle and cautiously approach it. They are surprised by some guards, but get in unnoticed. They find a window to a room where Sweetie is having a feast, with her 'pets' dancing around a huge fire.)

Sweetie: (talking to her raven/turtle) What a pity prince Chase can't be here to enjoy the celebration. Come, we must go to the dungeon and cheer him up. 

(Sweetie walks toward the dungeon. her raven/turtle and the fairies follow her. Sweetie talks to Chase, who sits chained to the wall, head down.)

Sweetie: Oh come now, prince Chase. Why so melancholy? A wondrous future lies before you. You, the destined hero of a charming fairy tale come true.

(The fairies appear in the window of the dungeon. Sweetie uses her magic stick to depict the following.)

Sweetiw: Behold, King Marshall's castle, and in yonder topmost tower, dreaming of her true love, the princess Skye. But see the gracious whim of fate. Why, 'tis the self same peasant maid, who won the heart of our noble prince but yesterday. She is indeed most wondrous fair. Gold of sunshine in her hair, lips that shame the red, red rose. In ageless sleep she finds repose. The years roll by, but a hundred years to a steadfast heart are 'bout a day. And now, the gates of the dungeon part, and the prince is free to go his way. Off he rides on his noble steed ...

(In Sweetie's imagery, the prince is shown to be old, anything but what she's telling. Her voice drips with sarcasm.)

Sweetie: ... a valiant figure, straight and tall, to wake his love with love's first kiss, and prove that true love conquers all.

(Chase struggles in his chains. Everest starts towards Sweetie in anger.)

Everest: Why, you mean ...

(Everest is pulled back by Goodway. The raven has noticed Everest speaking and turns towards the window, but doesn't see the hidden fairies.)

Sweetie: Come, my pet. Let us leave our noble prince with these happy thoughts. (at the door) A most gratifying day.

(Outside the dungeon, she locks the door.)

Sweetie: For the first time in sixteen years I shall sleep well.

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