Angel and the Beast
Chapter 1: Prologue/Belle
Cast Members:
Belle- Angel
Beast- EnigMorph
Prince- Stitch
Beggar Woman- Mrs. Hasagawa
Enchantress- Grand Councilwoman
Maurice- Jumba
Gaston- Hyena (627)
Le Fou- Reuben
Lumiere- Draco
Cogsworth- Chip (the cyborg)
Mrs. Potts- Mrs. Edmond
Chip (the teacup) - Lilo
Fifi the Feather duster- Contrinus
Armoire the Wardrobe- Pleakley
Philippe- Butter
Three Bimbettes- Hula Girls
Chef Stove- Frenchfry
Monsieur D'Arque- Jacques von Hamsterviel
It's that time of year again, the holidays are coming and everyone is preparing their own special way of celebrating. For me, it's writing a parody story using the characters from my fanfictions. This year's parody is based Disney's Beauty and the Beast. Although this may have been done before, there is a trivia piece with every chapter and a special surprise. I recommend you have the music from the movie playing while you read this. We now go to Cobra Bubbles to tell us the prologue.
Cobra Bubbles: Once upon a time, in a far away land, a young prince lived in a shining castle. Although he had everything his heart desired, the prince was spoiled, selfish, and unkind. But then, one winter's night, an old beggar woman came to the castle and offered him a single rose in return for shelter from the bitter cold. Repulsed by her haggard appearance, the prince sneered at the gift and turned the old woman away. But she warned him not to be deceived by appearances, for beauty was found within. And when he dismissed her again, the old woman's ugliness melted away to reveal a beautiful enchantress. The prince tried to apologize, but it was too late for she had seen that there was no love in his heart. As punishment, she transformed him into a hideous beast and placed a powerful spell on the castle and all who lived there. Ashamed of his monstrous form, the beast concealed himself inside his castle with a magic mirror as his only window to the outside world. The rose she had offered was truly an enchanted rose which would bloom until his 21st year. If he could learn to love another and earn her love in return before the last petal fell, then the spell would be broken. If not, he would be doomed to remain a beast for all time. As the years passed, he fell into despair and lost all hope. For who could ever learn to love a beast?
A small cottage sat just outside of a small French village. A single watermill turned in the stream that ran past. The front door opened and a young woman named Belle stepped out. She carried a basket in her arm as she walked towards the town.
Belle: Little town
It's a quiet village
Every day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say:
Townsfolk: Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!
Belle: There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old bread and rolls to sell
Every morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town
Baker: Good Morning, Belle!
Belle: 'Morning, Monsieur.
Baker: Where are you off to?
Belle: The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story
about a beanstalk and an ogre and a -
Baker: That's nice. Marie! The baguettes! Hurry up!
Townsfolk: Look there she goes that girl is strange, no question
Dazed and distracted, can't you tell?
Never part of any crowd
'Cause her head's up on some cloud
No denying she's a funny girl that Belle
Man I: Bonjour
Woman I: Good day
Man I: How is your family?
Woman II: Bonjour
Man II: Good day
Woman II: How is your wife?
Woman III: I need six eggs
Man III: That's too expensive
Belle: There must be more than this provincial life
Belle entered the bookshop where the bookseller was opening the blinds. "Ah, Belle," said the bookseller. "Good morning," said Belle, "I've come to return the book I've borrowed." "Finished already?" asked the bookseller surprised. "I couldn't put it down," said Belle as she searched the shelves, "Have you got anything new?" "Ha! Ha! Not since yesterday," chuckled the bookseller. "That's alright," said Belle plucking a book from the shelf, "I'll borrow this one." "That one?" said the bookseller after looking at the title, "but you've read it twice!" "Well it's my favorite," said Belle. "Far off places, daring swordfights, magic spells, a prince in disguise," The bookseller pushed the book into Belle's hands and said, "If you like all that much, it's yours." "But sir," said Belle. "I insist!" Belle smiled and said, "Well thank you. Thank you very much!"
Townsfolk: Look there she goes that girl is so peculiar
I wonder if she's feeling well
With a dreamy far-off look
And her nose stuck in a book
What a puzzle to the rest of us is Belle
Belle: Oh, isn't this amazing?
It's my favorite part because you'll see
Here's where she meets Prince Charming
But she won't discover that it's him 'til chapter three
Woman: Now it's no wonder that her name means "beauty"
Her looks have got no parallel
Shopkeeper: But behind that fair facade
I'm afraid she's rather odd
Very different from the rest of us
Townsfolk: She's nothing like the rest of us
Yes, different from the rest of us is Belle
A flock of ducks was flying over the village. That is it was until someone shot one of the ducks down. A small man named Le Fou ran to catch it, but missed. He grabbed the duck and stuffed into a bag before running back to the man who shot it down. "Wow! You didn't miss a shot, Gaston!" said Le Fou, "You're the greatest hunter in the whole world!" Gaston blew the smoke off his musket and said, "I know." "No beast alive stands a chance against you," said Le Fou, "or no girl for that matter." "It's true Le Fou," said Gaston pointing, "and I've got my sights set on that one." Le Fou looked at Belle and said, "The inventor's daughter?" "She's the one," said Gaston, "the lucky girl I'm going to marry." "But she's," "The most beautiful girl in town!" "I know, but," "That makes her the best," said Gaston lifting Le Fou up, "And don't I deserve the best?" Le Fou chuckled nervously and said, "Well, of course! I mean you do, but," before being dropped.
Gaston: Right from the moment when I met her, saw her
I said she's gorgeous and I fell
Here in town there's only she
Who is beautiful as me
So I'm making plans to woo and marry Belle
Bimbettes: Look there he goes
Isn't he dreamy?
Monsieur Gaston
Oh he's so cute
Be still my heart
I'm hardly breathing
He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome brute
Man I: Bonjour!
Gaston: Pardon
Man II: Good day
Man III: Mais oui!
Matron: You call this bacon?
Woman I: What lovely grapes!
Man IV: Some cheese
Woman II: Ten yards
Man IV: one pound
Gaston: Excuse me!
Cheese merchant: I'll get the knife
Gaston: Please let me through!
Woman I: This bread -
Man V: Those fish -
Woman I: it's stale!
Man V: they smell!
Baker: Madame's mistaken.
Belle: There must be more than this provincial life!
Gaston: Just watch, I'm going to make Belle my wife!
Townsfolk: Look there she goes a girl who's strange but special
A most peculiar mademoiselle
It's a pity and a sin
She doesn't quite fit in
'Cause she really is a funny girl
A beauty but a funny girl
She really is a funny girl
That Belle
Belle turned around to see the villagers minding their own business. "You ever get the feeling someone broke out in a musical behind your back?" she muttered.
When she turned back around, Gaston was in front of her. "Bonjour Belle," said Gaston. "Oh, good morning Gaston," said Belle. Gaston plucked the book from Belle's hands and turned the pages, "What are you doing with this thing?" "For your information," said Belle, "I'm reading it." Gaston laughed and threw into a nearby mud puddle and said, "Belle, it's not right for a woman to read. Soon she starts getting ideas and thinking. You should concentrate on more important stuff, like me." Belle wiped the mud from the book, thankful it only got on the cover. "Thanks but no thanks, I have to go help my father." "That crazy old loon?" said Le Fou, "he needs all the help he can get." Both he and Gaston laughed loudly at that. "Don't talk about my father like that!" said Belle. "Yeah, don't talk like that!" said Gaston. "My father isn't crazy. He's a genius!" Suddenly an explosion followed by a plume of smoke came out of Belle's house. As Belle raced back towards it, Gaston and Le Fou laughed at the top of their lungs.
Belle ran to her house and went to the cellar doors. She opened them and got a blast of smoke in her face. She coughed and called, "Papa?" Her father, Maurice, was at the moment stuck in a barrel. "Now how did happen?" said Maurice as he broke himself out of the barrel. "Are you okay?" asked Belle. "I'm fine," said Maurice, "which is more than what I can say for hunk of junk." He gave his latest invention a kick. "I am about ready to give up on this. I designed it for chopping wood, not blowing up creator." "You always say that," said Belle. "I mean it this time. This confounded contraption will never work right." "Yes it will," said Belle, "then it'll win first prize at the fair tomorrow and you'll become a world-famous inventor." Maurice looked at his daughter with his two right eyes and said, "You really believe that?" "I always have." "Very well then," said Maurice as he got underneath the machine, "I'll have this running in no time. Pass dog-headed clincher please."
As Belle picked up the oddly-shaped tool, she asked, "Papa, do you think I'm odd?" Maurice stuck his head out from underneath, wearing his large work goggles along with working cap with the miniature light. "My daughter odd? Where did you get silly idea like that?" "I don't know," said Belle passing the clincher. "There just isn't anybody in town I can talk to." "What about Gaston fellow," said Maurice, "he is handsome fellow." Belle scoffed and said, "He's handsome all right, and rude and vain and obnoxious. Oh Papa, he's not for me." Maurice climbed out from under the wood-chopper and said, "Not to be worrying Belle. If this works, it will be start for whole new life. Here's going nothing," and pulled the lever.
The wood-chopper blew off steam from various places and Belle and Maurice prepared for an explosion. The gears ran smoothly together and steamed was passed through pipes. Then the ax on the front of the machine started moving up and down. It chopped through a log that was on a stand in front of it. Once the log was chopped through, a spring-loaded trigger released and the two halves flew to a waiting log pile and another log was placed on the stand. "It works!" cried Belle ducking another log. "It does?" asked Maurice ducking, "It does!" "You did it!" cried Belle. "Saddle up Philippe Belle!" cried Maurice, "I'm off to the fair." Then another airborne log hit him in the back of the head.
There's the first chapter, I hope you enjoyed it. Here's a bit of trivia: As you can see by watching the "Belle" sequence, Belle is the only person who's dressed in blue. The Beast also wears blue, the idea behind that is that since both are social outcasts, they can relate to each other and see things in similar views. I hope to be able to have a steady update schedule for this story. If so, the next story will be on the 4th. Keep an eye out for it and please review.