When the Red Enchantress had fled and the shock of the transformation had subsided, there was an eerie silence. No one made a sound; no one moved a muscle and no one could see each other in the darkness, so they weren't sure if anyone was still alive. Then-

'Is it over?' Chip's voice said which broke the silence.

'I think so, dear,' Mrs Potts replied, relieved to hear her son's voice.

'Is everyone alright?' said Cogsworth, taking authority. Even though it was dark, he knew that he was a clock again as he could hear the pendulum move back and forward in his chest.

'Yes Cogsworth, from what I can tell,' said Mrs Potts, 'Only I can't see at all in this darkness. We need some light around here.'

'Allow me,' Lumiere said, lighting his candles effortlessly. Once light shone, their worst fears were realised- they were back as the enchanted objects they once were and detested and had hoped never to be them again. Madame Armoire was nowhere to be seen, but was assumed to still be upstairs (and be a wardrobe again).

Worse, they couldn't see the masters, the princess and the other servants, as they heard only their screams and a roar (they immediately thought it was the master turned back into the Beast) and didn't know if they were alright or what they had been turned into.

'Oh, Mon Dieu,' said Lumiere.

'Looks like I'll be sleeping in the cupboard again,' said Chip sounding resigned rather that when he was first transformed, as he had only been a toddler then, not really understanding what was going on and just assumed that he would be changed back soon.

'At least I'm older and wiser about it, so I can handle it better,' he then said, but he felt strange about being a small teacup again, since he was a teenager and not the little boy he once was . It didn't look like his 'cute little teacup' act would work this time.

'That's right dear,' Mrs Potts replied, 'We managed through the first enchantment and we'll handle this one too. We just need to find the others to see if they are alright. Goodness knows what they'll be thinking about this!'

'They'll be thinking, 'Eeeek, I'm an enchanted object! I have no arms and legs! How will I cope with this?' said Chip, laughing, earning him a stern stare from his mother.

'Now Chip that was not called for,' Mrs Potts said.

'Sorry, Mama,' said Chip.

'What you said before is a good idea, Mrs Potts,' said Babette, 'they've never experienced the enchantment and they'll be frightened and shocked so we need to help them adjust to their new forms.'

'But we don't know what they turned into. We must find them at once, and the masters and princess of course,' said Lumiere.

'Oh, yes, we mustn't forget them,' Mrs Potts said.

Cogsworth, meanwhile, was muttering to himself, 'Oh dear, oh dear, here we go again,' unable to get his head around what had happened.

Eight years of living peacefully as a human, hoping to put the terrible enchantment behind him, with no more enchantresses appearing, no magic and no threat to the masters and the princess, except for Anton and his mob and this had to come along.

Why did the princess wander into the woods? Why did she have to pick that rose? Why did she make that evil enchantress appear to them and turn them back to what they had been?

And more importantly, how did that enchantress know that spell in the first place? And what was she doing in the forest? There were many questions that would probably be unanswered and it was more than he could bear.

'Cogsworth,' Lumiere called out to him, but Cogsworth took no notice, lost in his thoughts

'Cogsworth,' Still no reply

'COGSWORTH!'

Hearing Lumiere shout (which was incredibly rare for him) made Cogsworth snap out of his trance.

'What is it, Lumiere?' he said, annoyed.

'We need to find the others to see if they are alright and what they have been turned into and they'll need your guidance to help them adjust,' said Lumiere.

'Oh, yes of course,' Cogsworth said, falteringly. He was also annoyed that Lumiere had seemed to taken charge behind his back, when he really should be doing that, in the absence of the masters.

After all, he was the majordomo, wherever he was human or a clock and he certainly was not going to take orders from a waxy- headed idiot like Lumiere. It didn't work like that, never had and never will.

'Alright, everyone,' he said, resuming authority which earned him a scowl from Lumiere and everyone's attention, 'Let's split up and look for the others. Maybe they can hear our voices if we call out, making it easier to find them.'

'Right,' they said and Cogsworth, Lumiere, Mrs Potts, Chip and Babette hopped and shuffled (having relearnt how to do that quite quickly) all over the foyer calling out:

'Master?'

'Mistress?'

'Princess?'

'Monsieur Maurice?'

'Madame Armoire'?

'Rebecca?'

'Katrine?'

'George?'

'Remy?'

'Hey, idiot, where are you?' Lumiere then called out.

'Excuse me?' said Cogsworth

'I wasn't talking to you, Cogsworth! I was calling out to Remy, as that is what I call him!'

'That may be, but you really shouldn't, it's disrespectful.'

'Oh, Cogsworth, the man is an idiot and everyone knows it! Don't defend him!'

'I was not!'

'Was too!'

'Was not, you wax-head!'

'Was too, you tightly wound, pompous buffoon!'

'Gentlemen!' Mrs Potts interrupted, 'Please stop your silly arguing and carry on looking!'

The two men did so, but Lumiere muttered 'idiot' under his breath to Cogsworth, but he pretended not to notice.

'Amelie?'

'Raymond?'

'Sophie?'

They kept on for half an hour but they got no response from anybody and they couldn't help but think the worst. They could hear low growling nearby, but where it came from was too dark to see.

'This isn't looking good,' said Lumiere.

'What if we never find them?' Babette said, sadly.

Then suddenly,

'Mrs Potts, is that you?' a soft, feminine voice called out. It sounded like-

'Rebecca!'

'Rebecca, we're over here, dear!' said Mrs Potts. Rebecca appeared, as a ragdoll, shorter than Lumiere, Cogsworth and Babette joined, but the same height as Mrs Potts. She still had on her dress, apron and shoes, changed to fit her soft body.

Her hair was yellow yarn, still in its style with the pink bow holding it in place, she had pink spots on her cheeks and her hands were only a singular digit and thumb. It was a shock to the young woman, or rather ragdoll, and Mrs Potts did her best to console her.

Rebecca then looked confusedly at Mrs Potts and the others, surprised at their forms.

'Is that what you were before, when the enchantment happened?' she asked, as they nodded.

'Yes, dear, and how that evil enchantress knew how to transform us back into these awful objects and did the same to you and the others, I do not know.' Mrs Potts said,

'Well, I was holding a ragdoll before it happened, so maybe it had something to do with it,' said Rebecca.

'Could be, dear,' said Mrs Potts.

'Hey guys, are you there?' an unmistakably loud voice then boomed out. It belonged to a washboard emerging out of the darkness, towards the light Lumiere was providing and it didn't take three guesses or even one to figure out who it was.

'Remy!' they all said.

'That's my name, don't wear it out,' he replied waving his non-existent arm. Realising that he had no arms, he looked in a nearby mirror and saw himself not as a human, not charred from the Red Enchantress's blast but a light brown wooden washboard, just like Fifi, only it (or she) was immobile and he wasn't. He then cried out-

'Ahhhhh! That evil witch turned me into a washboard! It was bad enough she zapped me with her magic, but turning me into a washboard? That's adding insult to injury! And how the heck did she know how to turn me into one and then leave without so much as offering a way to break the spell or change me back into a human? The coward! If she ever comes back, I'll give her a piece of my mind..'

'Like you didn't deserve it! And you won't be doing that again! You've done enough already!' George said, revealing himself to be a mahogany washtub, like the one he and Remy used to wash the laundry.

'It was because of your stupid actions that we got turned into household objects! If you hadn't provoked her by pointing your stupid washboard and had kept your big, fat, yappy mouth shut, then this wouldn't have happened! What goes around comes around, Remy and it reflects poorly on me that you're my brother!' shouted George.

'It was not because of me, Georgie! It was because the princess picked her stupid magical rose! And I couldn't stand idle by and let that witch hurt her, couldn't I? I was just defending her, me, you, us and the masters, there's no law against protecting those you love, is there? No, there isn't!'

'Well, yes Remy, that is true, but you didn't really help the situation. In fact you made it worse.'

'Yes you moron, you added fuel to the fire. As if a washboard could really be an effective weapon against a powerful enchantress.' Rebecca said.

'You sound just like Kitty Kat, Becks. You've been hanging around her too much, so you've picked up her dumb clichés. Speaking of which, where is the Queen of Corny Clichés?'

'I'm right here, King of the Idiots,' a tall, cream-coloured mannequin with a mahogany stand appeared which had Katrine's green eyes, nose and lips.

'Hey Kitty Kat, who's the dummy here? You are!' said Remy, laughing.

'I beg your pardon?' said Katrine, offended, 'Are you saying I'm stupid?'

'What the idiot is saying, mademoiselle Katrine and I don't mean to offend you but you are a dummy or mannequin as is the proper, non-offensive term that you use.' Lumiere said, but Katrine still wasn't convinced.

'You're pulling my leg, aren't you?' she said.

'I suggest you look in the mirror to be certain because I assure you that this is no joke,' said Cogsworth. Katrine did so and found that Remy was in fact speaking literally although she and the other dressmakers never used the term 'dummy', as they considered it unsophisticated.

'Oh my gosh! It's true! I am a mannequin!' she gasped.

'I told you,' both Remy and Lumiere said.

'And I'm a doll,' Rebecca said, looking up at Katrine.

'You sure are,' Remy said, 'and a fine looking doll too!'

'Shut up,' said Rebecca, 'I know you're speaking literally, but I still prefer that you don't call me that.'

'Alright, doll,' replied Remy, while George mouthed 'That's enough,' to him.

'Wow, Rebecca, you look really small down there, you all do.' Katrine said, feeling awkwardly huge, seeing everyone at her feet smaller than her. Then she remembered about her aunt.

'Aunt Estelle! Aunt Estelle, are you alright?' she called out, waddling towards the stairs but in her haste and forgetting that she no longer had arms and legs, fell flat on her face.

'Um, little help?' she said, embarrassed. Rebecca, Lumiere and Cogsworth helped her up the best they could.

'Thanks,' she said, 'This is going to take sometime getting used to. I wonder how on earth Aunt Estelle coped with being a wardrobe for ten years.'

'Oh, believe me, it was no walk in the park, but it was survivable,' Madame Armoire said, appearing at the top of the stairs, having been turned back into a wardrobe.

'Aunt Estelle! Thank goodness you're alright!' Katrine said.

'You seem okay yourself, dearie, that's something to be thankful for, even though you're a dummy-'

'Mannequin,' Katrine corrected her.

'-Mannequin,' Madame repeated, 'But don't worry, Katrine, dearie, I'll help you manage your new form. It may take some time, but rest assured you'll get the hang of it and you won't fall on your face again.'

'Thanks, Aunt Estelle,' said Katrine.

'So who's still missing?' said Cogsworth, 'Who haven't we found yet?'

'When Katrine fell over, she reminded me of Raymond. He usually falls flat on his face.' Chip said. His comment sprung a thought.

'Of course! Amelie, Raymond and Sophie! We haven't found them yet!' said Mrs Potts, 'Poor Sophie, she must be so scared. I mean, she's only a little girl and this must be a frightening thing to be happening to her.

But then again, she is brave, unlike her father,'

As if answering Mrs Potts's question-

'Is it alright to come out now? Is the Red Enchantress gone?'

'Yes, Raymond, we can come out. The others must be wondering where we are.'

The last missing servants were soon revealed when an easel wearing Raymond's beret, had his eyes, moustache and nose, waddled forward, in a similar way to Katrine, followed by a brown palette with red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple paint blobs, like on Amelie's apron, a brush attached to it and wearing Amelie's beret, had her blue eyes, nose and mouth.

Hopping beside them was a little glass paint bottle filled with pink paint, which had Sophie's eyes, nose and mouth.

'Well, looks like the cute little object is now Sophie,' said Chip, which made her giggle. Far from being scared, Sophie just wasn't aware that she was now a paint bottle and not a little human girl.

'I'm not sure what it is, but something feels different about me somehow,' said Amelie, rubbing her head with the brush, which was technically her 'arm'. She looked in the mirror and saw herself as a palette.

'Oh, no,' she muttered.

'Mama! I'm a paint bottle!' said Sophie.

'Yes, darling you are and you have to be a brave girl, or rather paint bottle, and take it calmly, alright? Can you do that for me?'

'Alright, Mama,' Sophie said, 'We'll change back soon, anyway.'

Amelie wasn't sure how to respond to that. How would she explain to her daughter what had happened, something that she herself barely understood and she may not change back as soon as she expected? That she may be a paint bottle for a long time, maybe forever?

It tug at her heart, but Sophie didn't seem too bothered, as she happily hopped around, testing her new form.

'Look what I can do now, Mama!' she then said, squirting some paint and it landed back into her. Chip laughed, remembering the trick he used to do, making bubbles come out from him.

'Isn't that neat, Mama?' Sophie said.

'Yes, it's very nice, dear, but I prefer that you don't do that again, please.' Amelie said.

What a brave little girl Raymond and I have. If only Raymond was more like that, she thought to herself. Speaking of her husband, he was running around in circles, panicking and screaming-

'This is bad, this is bad! I'm an easel! An easel!'

Amelie then did the one thing she usually did when Raymond got all panicky, as much as she didn't like doing it but it was the only way to calm him down.

'Get a hold of yourself, Raymond!' she said, slapping him in the face, using the brush in lieu of her hand, which made him stop.

'Thank you, cherie,' he said, calm again.

'Don't mention it, dear,' she replied.

'Well, that's everyone now,' Lumiere said, 'and it looks like we've also found Sultan and Lila,' as the two pets passed by. Sultan was the footstool he once was and Lila was now an elaborately decorated cushion-the one she usually slept on. It was dark blue with gold tassels and a daisy pattern on top.

Despite this, she still triggered Cogsworth's allergies, as he sneezed repeatedly and Sultan, not deterred by being a footstool, chased her until they were out of sight.

'Only one question, Lumiere,' said Cogsworth, letting out another sneeze, 'Where are the masters and the princess? Weren't we supposed to look for them as well?'

Then, the low growl could be heard again.

'The master! Come on, we've got to find them!' Doing the best they could with their limited abilities (Rebecca made more progress, since she still had legs) they ran, or rather hopped and shuffled all over the place until,

'Owwww!' Remy yelped as he tripped over something stony and fell, 'What genius put this dumb stone here, so that some schmuck could trip over it?' He then looked up and saw that these were no ordinary stone statues, not like the ones that Amelie and Raymond would make. They were-

'Guys! Come over here! You have to see this!'

Immediately, the servants-turned-objects made their way to where Remy was and what they saw shocked them, as the statues were none other than Belle, Adam and Maurice with horrified expressions on their faces, hunched over in the place when they tried to reach out to Rose.

'Oh, Maurice, my darling, what has happened to you?' Mrs Potts said mournfully, as she nuzzled against her husband as carefully as she could to avoid chipping herself against the stone. Tears dripped down her cheeks, as Chip and Rebecca comforted her.

'Oh, Master, Mistress,' said Cogsworth, saddened by the sight, as was everyone, of the masters as cold, hard stone incapable of moving.

'Hey, look at the master's face!' Remy said, pulling the same one as Adam's, laughing.

'Cut that out, Remy, you're not being funny,' said George, who was getting fed up with his brother's antics.

'And look what I can do!' Remy then said, waddling on his short 'legs' through the statues, making faces and laughing, ' I'm acting like a jerk and the masters can't stop me!', as he attempted to climb them.

'Quit clowning around Remy, you thick-headed plank of wood! You're not impressing anyone and you just look ridiculous!' Lumiere said.

'Oh, put a sock in it, wax for brains! Don't spoil my fun!' replied Remy.

'George, do something about your moron of a brother!' said Cogsworth, angry.

'What do I look like, my brother's keeper?' said George.

'Yes, because he's YOUR BROTHER, George and YOU are responsible for him! That's what you promised the master, that you would keep him from misbehaving and causing trouble!'

'I wish I wasn't,' George muttered. Soon after, Remy got bored with his game, when he realised that no one was responding to him, which took the fun out of it, and got down from the statues.

' Eh, that was no fun anyway,' he said.

'Well, at least this proves that the master wasn't turned into the Beast again,' Lumiere said, as seeing Adam as a stone statue put to rest any hasty conclusions the servants had jumped to when they had heard the low growling and assumed it had been him.

'But if that wasn't the master, then who was it? Who transformed into a..a..beast?' said Babette, nervously.

'And where did that low growling noise come from?' said Rebecca.

Suddenly, the growling got louder, as an animal-like figure emerged out of the corner it had hidden in. The servants gasped in horror, as the figure revealed itself.

Unlike Adam, who had the torso of a bear when he had been the Beast, this beast was as thin and sleek as a wolf, covered in light brown fur, with a dark brown patch on its chest.

It had an untamed mane like a lion, which was a shade darker than Rose's auburn hair, floppy, velvety ears, horns of a buffalo, only smaller, blue eyes which were very like Rose's and had dark brown patches of fur around them.

Its face and snout was wolf-like, but was missing the goat's beard Adam had and two sharp fangs poked out of its mouth. A long, light brown tail hung down on the floor behind it and thin, sharp claws were on its paws.

That was shocking enough, but seeing the tattered remains of a white shirt, dark blue bodice and a light blue skirt hanging off its body and the blue eyes staring at them made the servants cum household objects realise that this new beast before them was none other than their beloved princess Rose.