Back at the Beast's castle, Beau was taking a nap when he heard a knock at the door. This time, it was a soft one.
Beau answered it and was just as surprised as his mother had been to see Mr. Potts and Chippette smiling up at him. There was also a talking wardrobe in Beau's new room.
"Told you he was a cute boy, Papa. Didn't I?" Chippette said to his dad.
"Alright, that's enough, sweetie," Mr. Potts said to his daughter. Then he turned to Beau."That was brave of what you just did for your mother."
"We all thought so, too," the wardrobe added.
"But I miss my mom. There goes my dreams, my plans, everything." Beau said, sadly.
"Cheer up, chap. It'll turned out better in the end."
Then, Mr. Potts and Chippette left the room.
The wardrobe asked Beau what to wear for dinner, but Beau had other thing up his sleeve before he come down to dinner.
That very evening, the Beast paced downstairs, waiting for Beau.
"Where is he?" she growled. "I asked him to come down. Why isn't he coming?!"
"Young lady," Mr. Potts said. "Please, try to understand. Thanks to you, he lost his mother and freedom all in one day."
Lumette agreed and asked, "Uh, mistress, have you been thinking that maybe this Beau kid can be our only hope to break the spell?"
"Uh, yeah, doy, of course I have," the Beast answered. "I'm not an idiot!"
"Well, think about it," Lumette said. "You fall in love with him, the kid falls in love with you, and then BOOM! BLAMO! Spell broken! We'll be human by midnight before you know it!"
"I don't think it's an easy task. It just takes time."
"Time?! We don't have the time! That enchanted rose is gonna wilt anytime soon!"
"I don't know, guys." The princess/Beast said. "I mean, he is cute and all, and I'm...well, LOOK AT ME!"
"Mistress," Mr. Potts tried to talk to her. "You just had to see what's on the outside and...stuff."
So Lumette and Mr. Potts tried to teach her how to be gentle, sincere, kind, sweet, calm, and to never, ever lose her temper!
But when Clora arrived without Beau, the Beast ran up to his room in rage. When she made it, she banged on the door, "I thought I asked you to come down to dinner."
"Why, I'm not hungry yet." Beau called back, acting shocked.
"You come out or I'll...I'll break down this door!"
"Gently, gently," Mr. Potts, Lumette, and Clora whispered in unison.
The girl/beast took a deep breath. "Will you come down to dinner?"
"No!" Beau shouted, then he...snickered?
The Beast pointed at the door, angrily.
"Ah, ah. Suave, gentile," Clora said.
"It would give me my great pleasure if you would join me for dinner...please."
"No, thank you!" Beau shouted again.
"You can't stay in here forever!" The Beast screamed.
"Oh, yes I can," Beau replied.
"Fine! If he doesn't eat with ME, then he doesn't eat at all!" The Beast ran to the West Wing and slammed the door.
"Well, that didn't go well, huh?" Mr. Potts said to Clora and Lumette.
At her room at the West Wing, the Beast was furious of what just happened.
"I tried to be nice," the Beast said, upset. "and now he refused. What does he want with me? Beg?!"
The Beast picked up the magic mirror. "Show me the boy."
The mirror revealed Beau...laughing and sitting on the bed with the wardrobe. It seemed Beau was only making her crazy for fun.
"I know the mistress can be as bad as you think she is," the wardrobe said. "Why don't you give her a chance?"
"I don't know," Beau said. "Did she give my mom a chance?"
"Well, no, but someday you'll get to know her better."
"I really do wanna get to know her, but...what if...what if I DON'T want anything to do with her?"
The Beast put down the mirror. "What was I thinking? I'm just fooling myself. He'll never see me as anything...but a monster. This is hopeless..."
