Cherry looked out the window. "This lack of sunshine is making my life depressing."
"But Cherry, you like being depressed." Patch reminded.
"That's not the point," Cherry narrowed her eyes. "I'm just ready for a change, at least I haven't had a nightmare in weeks."
"True." Drell nodded.
"Why don't you take a nap?" Atticus suggested. "You look crashed again."
Cherry yawned a little. "Don't you think I've slept enough?"
"You just might be a bit tired." Atticus said.
Cherry yawned again. Atticus then led her to her bed and came back as Mrs. Potts drearily stared out the window with the gray skies of winter.
"The weather has been dreadful." Cogsworth shivered.
"You said it." Mo also shivered.
"Never in all my years can I remember a sun more reluctant to show itself," Mrs. Potts sounded depressed. "Not a single ray in weeks."
"Mrs. Potts, are you okay?" Belle asked.
"Hmm? Oh, yes," Mrs. Potts replied as she looked back to her. "Forgive me, dear; I'm afraid these gray skies have got me feeling blue."
"Melancholy, a pitiful, dejected mood." Webster defined.
"Also meaning she's feeling rather depressed." Hilda said.
"Eh, yes, thank you, Webster and Hilda..." Mrs. Potts replied.
The witch woman and dictionary then nodded to her.
"Maybe you just need some rest." Mo said.
"Yes, that's a good idea." Belle agreed.
"Don't let this silly little mood I'm in get to you, dears," Mrs. Potts sadly smiled as Chip hopped down onto the tea tray. "I'll get over it. After all, the grayer the day, the more my tea soothes the soul."
"That does sound good." Mo said.
"Care for a spot?" Mrs. Potts offered.
"Sounds wonderful." Mo smiled with a nod.
Mrs. Potts then poured her spout into her son's cup head. Mo then took the cup and sipped before her eyes slightly widened.
"Don't tell me it's cold?" Mrs. Potts frowned.
"I'm afraid you forgot to add tea," Mo replied as she put Chip back down next to his mother. "It's just warm water."
This caused for the teapot to gasp. "Forgot to add tea?" she then asked before looking even more miserable. "I've never been so embarrassed!"
"No, no, it's okay, everyone makes mistakes." Mo said.
"I must be losing my mind!" Mrs. Potts panicked.
"Maybe you should get some rest." Belle insisted.
"I'm no good to anyone in this state..." Mrs. Potts sighed.
"I'm sure that's not true." Mo said.
"Why don't you stay in my room?" Belle offered. "It's nice and quiet. Who know? You might wake up a new teapot."
Mrs. Potts sighed, but then smiled slightly to her. "Thank you, luv."
'She seems so depressed, I wonder how the Beast is doing?' Mo thought to herself.
Mo went with Lumiere and Cogsworth to find that the Beast was fast asleep in his bed.
"I'm afraid all this precipitatior has triggered some terrible leaks," Cogsworth informed. "He was up on the castle roof repairing them all last night."
"Oh, dear." Mo whispered.
"Didn't catch a wink of sleep." Cogsworth shook his head.
"Best to let him sleep zhen." Lumiere decided.
"I agree." Mo whispered.
"Why, I certainly wouldn't wake him," Cogsworth replied as he shut the bedroom door. "Can't be worse than waking a bear in hibernation."
"Agreed." Mo nodded.
Outside, it was getting pitch dark and the snowy winds were howling.
"Oh, my..." Mo frowned out of concern while Cogsworth was writing a message.
Witherspoon waited for the letter so he could deliver it out to the village. Once the message was written, it was ready to be sent. Mo opened the window which let in the brisk cold winds as the pigeon took the note and flew outside. She soon closed the window afterwards before going to see Belle.
"Thank you so much for that, Mo." Cogsworth nodded to her.
"No problem." Mo replied as she went to see Belle. She soon went into the dining room.
"She's normally the most cheerful soul in the castle." Belle frowned as she was still worried about Mrs. Potts.
"Why, she was here on the table looking so gloomy, that I didn't know what to say." Chandeliera said.
"I sent an inquiry to a friend of mine who claims to be able to predict the weather," Cogsworth informed as he came in with Lumiere, Crane, Webster, and LePlume. "Maybe he'll know when our erratic teapot will be back to normal."
"That's very considerate, you... But we shouldn't wait for the weather to cheer her up," Belle replied. "We should do it ourselves!"
"I agree." Mo nodded.
"Of course!" Crane smiled.
"Couldn't have said it better myself." Webster agreed.
"I can't count the number of times she's been there when I needed her," Belle smiled. "She would listen to me, cheer me up when I'm sad, she's been like a mother to me."
"Me too!" Chip also smiled.
"Well, Chip, of course she's been like a mother to you, because she is your mother." Mo smiled.
"Everyone knows Mrs. Potts is zhe heart of zhis castle," Lumiere agreed.
"I most heartedingly agreed with Belle," Cogsworth smirked. "We must take this depression bull by the horns, rassle it to the ground, and pop it into submission!"
"We were thinking of something a little more fun." Mo said.
"How about a party?" Belle suggested.
"A party!" Chip beamed.
"That sounds like a wonderful idea." Mo smiled.
"You guys should start in the kitchen, that's where I always start my best parties." Hilda suggested.
"To the kitchen!" Mo cheered.
They then came into the kitchen together.
"We're gonna throw a party for Mama!" Chip cheered to Chef Bouche, the stove.
"Yeah, and we'll need a cake." Mo said.
This made the oven mitts jump down with smiles.
"Chef Bouche, could you whip up a little something?" Belle requested.
"Little something?" Chef Bouche replied. "Mademoiselle, Chef Bouche does not do 'little'!"
'Uh-oh, we better think of something.' Mo thought to herself.
"Oh, no, of course you don't," Belle replied. "I meant something little because someone such as a master as yourself could create a little masterpiece. A cake, to end simplicity that would be elegant and delectable."
"Exactly." Mo nodded.
"So, what do you say, Chef B?" Hilda smled to the oven who was the head chef of the castle.
'Please agree.' Mo thought to herself.
"Chef Bouche would be delighted." the stove then smiled.
"Phew!" the others sighed in relief, knowing how he could be when angered, even worse than the Beast himself.
"Now, unless I'm mistaken, angel's food is her favorite." Cogsworth pondered.
"Your 'eart is in the right place, mon ami, but devils' food is Mrs. Potts's favorite." Lumiere disagreed.
"Why not do both cakes as two layers of the cake?" Mo compromised.
"That does sound great." Hilda agreed.
"That's a lovely idea." A left hand oven mitt smiled.
"I suppose I have to agree." the right hand oven mitt agreed.
"Alright then, get started on the batter." Mo said.
"I shall whip up the necessary ingredients!" the egg beater beamed.
This made Chef Bouche glare at him darkly.
"Under your direction of course..." the egg beater then smiled nervously.
"Wise decision." Mo whispered to the egg beater.
Atticus and Patch soon came in as the dalmatian was looking for a snack.
"Hey, boys." Hilda greeted the boy and his dog.
"We're looking for a snack." Patch said.
"Yeah, I feel kinda hungry." Atticus smiled sheepishly and hungrily.
"Chef Bouche allows you in his kitchen, as long as you don't fill up before the festive affair for Mrs. Potts." Chef Bouche replied.
"A party?" Atticus smiled.
"It's a little surprise party for Mrs. Potts," Mo smiled back. "To show how much we care about her... She's been so mopey lately."
"Mind if we help?" Atticus and Patch asked.
"Not at all, the more help would be even better." Mo smiled to them.
"Great." Atticus smiled back to her.
"But first, that snack," Mo then said, trying to look for a snack for both Patch and Atticus before they would continue on for preparations for the party. She soon found some cookies. "Oh, good, no chocolate chip," she then said to herself so Patch could have one, then gave the cookies to the boys. "Here you go, guys."
Atticus and Patch soon accepted the cookies.
"Mm,... Peanut butter..." Patch hummed happily. "I lub peanut buttah."
Afterwards, they were now talking about music.
"Might I also suggest music to accompany the interest of the cake?" Cogsworth spoke up.
"Good idea," Lumiere agreed with him for once. "I'll choose a melody with Fife zhat enhances zhe mood."
"Perfect and we should also have flowers." Atticus said.
"Oh, we can't forget those." Patch said while smacking his lips due to the peanut buttery cookies.
"Flowers are zhe way to a woman's heart." Lumiere smiled.
"I hope none of this activity will wake the Master." Cogsworth said nervously.
"Seriously? I don't think that not even a storm could wake him up." Atticus said.
"All zhat work yesterday, I myself vould be out like a light." Lumiere agreed.
"Remember, not a word of this to your mother." Belle reminded Chip in a hushed tone of voice.
"Yeah, okay, my lips are sealed!" Chip smiled before he puckered his lips to prove his point.
Belle simply giggled at this.