Be Our Guest

Music flowed from the vents as a grand piano played in another room. Lumier started to dance. "Be. Our. Guest. Be our guest, put our service to the test!" The chairs started to tie napkins around their necks, but they held them off.

"Thanks, but we really don't need-" Food rushed them, platters and dishes everywhere. Lumier jumped back.

"- don't believe me, ask the dishes! We can sing, we can dance. After all, friends, this is France. And the dinner here is never second best!" Menus were shoved in there faces, written in an unknown language. Sora was about to chose one when it was pushed down by Lumier. "Be our guest!" After that, all sanity was lost. Dishes, food, and silverware started dancing and flying, rushing and singing. Sora pulled his chair in as a tea cart sped past him. Eventually, the chandelier lit up, lowering down to above the table. The dinnerware continued it's hectic musical number until the champagne stopped flowing from the exploding bottles. Al sat still as lights brightened.

"That was excellent." Sora told Lumier as he approached the trio.

"Merci, monsieur." Lumier bowed. More object waddled over. Donald reached over the table, grabbing the clock.

"What the heck?" He began fiddling with it, it's face looking rather cross.

"Close that at once!" It closed it's door, nearly taking Donald's finger off.

"Now, now, Cogsworth. That's no way to treat a guest." A tea pot hopped over. "I'm Mrs. Potts, deary." She said to Sora. "If you need anything from the kitchen, just ask me."

"Actually, we don't plan on-" The doors slammed open.

"What s the meaning of all this!" A voice roared. Sora pulled his legs up, then jumped over the back of the chair, pulling out the Divine Rose midair. He didn't expect the other person to be who it was.

"Beast." Sora put the Keyblade away.

"Sora. Beast relaxed. Everyone else in the room did the same.