Atticus was now with Lumiere, working on the music. Lumiere waved the baton while the piccolo, tuba, and accordion played themselves to make a song for Mrs. Potts. Atticus was covering his ears while the music was being played.

"Concertina, that's a sharp in measure 4," Lumiere told the others as he stopped their playing. "Tubaloo, let's try up an octave, Fife, put some feeling into it."

"Um, Lumiere, I don't think this music is the right one." Atticus said.

"Maestro, I could use a break," Concertina wheezed. "Zhese lively French melodies are murder!"

"WHAT?! I'll give you a break when you play it right!" Lumiere replied before waving the baton again.

"Someone please make this music stop." Atticus begged.

"What was that infernal racket?" Cogsworth came in with Chip, complaining about the music.

"I'm surprised you don't recognize the work of the Maestro Michel de la Land." Lumiere replied with a bright smile.

"I thought the circus had come to town." Chip smirked.

"Same here." Patch smirked as well as he came into the room.

"Well said, chaps," Cogsworth chuckled in agreement. "That dreadful piece is completely inappropriate."

"Do you have a better choice?" Atticus asked.

"Well, yes, as a matter of fact, I shall be composing an original symphony for the event, I shall be composing an original symphony for the event." Cogsworth replied as he took the baton from Lumiere. "An opus of sorts. What do you think?"

"By any chance, will this music be like an opera music?" Patch asked.

"Why yes, and Concertina, Tubaloo, and Fife have already agreed to preform my piece." Cogsworth replied.

"I can already hear people falling asleep." Atticus said.

"At least the music is better than it used to be?" Fife smiled sheepishly.

"Why not compromise?" Atticus asked.

"Well, Cogsworth did approach us first, Atticus." Concertina explained.

"But we made no promise to him exclusively," Tubaloo agreed. "We can play for both of them."

"But we don't have time." Patch said.

"Zhe cake has rolled in and zhat is it." Lumiere added in.

"Very well then, we'll both prepare." Cogsworth then said out of defeat.

"You two will compromise and that's it." Atticus said.

"I wonder how the cake's doing?" Patch wondered.

"Me too." Chip agreed as he wanted to leave the room.

"I'll check on it." Atticus said.

Chip and Patch followed Atticus into the kitchen.

The oven mitts, Chaud and Tres, appeared to be fighting over the bowl as the egg beater was mixing the cake batter in a bowl.

"What is going on in here?!" Atticus glared.

The egg beater yelped and hopped up which then splashed the cake batter against the oven mitts. "Uh, nothing, but blending, sir?" he then smiled nervously to Atticus as he looked as sharp when angry that could only rival Chef Bouche.

Atticus soon grabbed the two oven mitts. "I thought Mo told me that you two had compromised and were now going to do a cake with an angel food cake layer and a devil's food cake layer?" he then sharply asked the oven mitts.

"GET BACK TO WORK!" Chef Bouche scolded the two oven mitts.

"You two work together and do the angel food/devil's food layer cake like Mo compromised with the both of you." Atticus told the oven mitts before putting them back on the table.

"The boy is right." Chef Bouche firmly agreed.

"Don't make me come back here again." Atticus scolded the oven mitts before storming off.

"Atticus is right; we should work together and make the angel/devil food layer cake." The left hand oven mitt said to her husband.

"Oh, all right..." the right hand oven mitt gave in. "Even if you were being immature."

"Me?!" the left hand oven mitt glared.

They were about to argue again before they saw Atticus glaring at them as he had come back after hearing them argue before they smiled nervously. He narrowed his eyes and did an 'I'm watching you' gesture and left the room.

Atticus then came into Cherry's room to see how her sleep was going ever since he rid her of her nightmares. And where she seemed to be having great dreams. Atticus smiled and then continued to let Cherry sleep in peace. He then went to the green house. Lumiere and Cogsworth were headed there themselves along with Patch.

"These flowers are so beautiful," Atticus smiled at the display. "My mother would love these."

"Which ones should we use for the party?" Patch asked.

"Theyr'e all so good..." Atticus said as he looked at the many types of flowers. "Which ones do Mrs. Potts like the best?" he then asked Lumiere and Cogsworth.

"Yeah, which ones?" Patch also asked.

Lumiere seemed to agree with bringing roses, but Cogsworth seemed to want to bring lilies.

"Why not bring both?" Atticus asked.

"Hmm..." Cogsworth and Lumiere hummed about that.

"Don't you two start fighting." Patch warned them.

"Yeah, we've had enough of that already." Atticus said.

Cogsworth and Lumiere agreed and took their roses and lilies, though they still decided that their choice was better than the other. And where unfortunately, it would have to wait as Patch saw Mrs. Potts coming.

"Hello, everyone." Mrs. Potts greeted.

"Good day, Mrs. Potts." Cogsworth casually waved.

"Hello, Mrs. Potts." Atticus greeted back.

"Hello, dear." Mrs. Potts replied.

"Nice to see you up and about," Patch said. "Sorry about the weather though."

"Yeah, but we're sure it'll get better." Atticus added.

"I'm trying to keep a chin up, but-" Mrs. Potts was about to say until something appeared in the corner of her eye. "Is that a rose?"

Patch and the others got a bit nervous by this as she noticed one of the flowers.

"Why there's another," Mrs. Potts smiled as she followed the petals. "And another!"

Cogsworth was soon hiding with Lumiere with their flowers for the party.

"Boys, what are you doing with those flowers?" Mrs. Potts asked the mantel clock and candelabra.

"Erm... What do you zhink we're doing?" Lumiere replied nervously.

"Uh, w-we're taking these flowers to the master." Cogsworth lied.

"Why, um, yes!" Lumiere then nervously agreed with the lie.

Atticus and Patch already knew this wouldn't end well once the beast woke up to see the flowers.

The Beast was still asleep as the flowers were placed into his room.

"Man, not even Mardi Gras could wake this guy up." Atticus said to himself.

They soon left the room so the Beast could continue to sleep. Luckily, he didn't wake up, he only sniffed the flowers and fell back asleep.

"Well, I hope that will make him happy." Mrs. Potts smiled about the flowers.

"I'm sure it will." Atticus said.

"Yes, and thanks very much for your help, Mrs. Potts." Cogsworth fondly agreed.

"You're most welcome, I'm so glad to be able to do something to help around here," Mrs. Potts smiled back. "Come along, Chip, time for your bath."

Chip soon came to his mother for his bath. Patch snickered since he wouldn't have to take a bath. Once Mrs. Potts left, it was safe for them to talk.

Atticus picked up Patch. "When was the last time you had a bath, mister?"

"Um..." Patch said, unsure.

"That's what I thought," Atticus then said, taking to give his puppy a bath. "You should look your best for Mrs. Potts."

"Oh, fine." Patch pouted.

Atticus chuckled as he then went to bathe Patch while everyone else met in the music room.

Drell appeared to be eating a flower while Belle and Hilda discussed with Lumiere and Cogsworth about the flower argument.

"Uh, Drell, where did you get that flower?" Cogsworth asked.

'"Greenhouse." Drell replied as he ate the flower like it was food.

"Great, now we don't have any flowers for the party." Mo sighed as she had heard about the flower argument.

"Bummer." Drel lreplied as he kept eating at the flower like it was food.

"You two shouldn't be fighting anyway," Belle said to Lumiere and Cogsworth. "This party isn't about you, it's about our dear old friend Mrs. Potts and fighting isn't going to help her feel any better!"

"She's right." Mo nodded.

Hilda also nodded firmly. Lumiere and Cogsworth looked rather glum in response.

Soon enough, it was later that night and Cherry was waking up and she looked like she had the perfect night's sleep and didn't have a single nightmare. She then got out of bed to see what was going on. Belle was coming in her room and Cherry decided to go with her.

"What's going on?" Cherry asked.

"The party we planned for Mrs. Potts isn't going so well." Belle frowned.

"Party?" Cherry replied.

Belle sighed. "It's a long story..." she then stepped into her room to see the wardrobe. "Have you seen Mrs. Potts?" she then asked.

"The coast is clear, dearies!" Madame Armoire smiled.

"Mind explaining me about the party?" Cherry asked.

"Mrs. Potts has been very down lately because of the weather, we're planning a surprise party to cheer her up." Belle explained.

"That's nice and how has it been going?" Cherry asked.

"Uh..." Belle smiled sheepishly. "Well, I've got a problem. The flowers, somehow they ended up with the Beast in his room."

"Oh, dear me!" Madame Armoire sounded horrified. "No telling how the Master will react, though you've noticed, he doesn't understand, have a tendency to enrage them!"

"We've noticed." Cherry said.

'That's the last thing Mrs. Potts needs right now." Belle frowned.

They soon heard a knocking at the door. Belle opened it with a gasp to see Mo in a terrible state with some roots in her arms.

"Mo, what happened?" Cherry asked in concern.

"I snuck into the Beast's room and tried to get the flowers out without any of them getting hurt." Mo said.

"Oh, dear." Madame Armoire frowned.

"Well, maybe we won't have any flowers for the party," Belle decided. "But I'm sure Chef Bouche's cake will turn out beautifully."

"Yeah, let's go check on it right now." Mo said.

"Hope Spring's eternal." Madame Airmore giggled.

"Yeah." Mo giggled back.

They then moved back into the kitchen.

"I'm sure the cake is ready by now." Mo said.

There was suddenly a cake batter explosion.

Cherry licked herself clean. "Wow, that did work out well together... Sorta..."

"What happened in here?" Mo asked.

"Chef Bouche's cake was destroyed," Chef Bouche frowned in agony and defeat. "By sabateurs!" he then glared to Chaud and Tres, blaming them.

"It wasn't their fault," Atticus said before he and Patch pointed to Lumiere and Cogsworth. "It was their fault."

"It's all his fault!" Lumiere blamed Cogsworth and the blue oven mitt. "He and Tres ruined my exquisite cake with their blasphemous angel's food!"

"After you and Chaud destroyed my masterpiece by insisting that infernal devil's food!" Cogsworth glared back.

"That is it!" Chef Bouche snapped. "There shall be no cake!"

"Now, look at what you two have done!" Patch barked at Lumiere and Cogsworth.

"No cake, no flowers..." Belle sighed sadly.

"No cake for Mama's party?" Chip pouted.

"Party?" Mrs. Potts asked.

"Oops." Chip looked down nervously as he had accidentally spilled the beans right in front of his mother.

"We wanted to cheer you up, but-" Belle tried to explain.

"I'm afraid this doesn't cheer me up one bit," Mrs. Potts sighed. "Oh, if anything, I feel worse."

'This didn't go well at all.' Mo thought to herself.

"Let's get you by the fire." Belle sighed as she picked up the depressed teapot.

Mo, Atticus, and Patch soon sent disappointed looks to the four enchanted objects that argued instead of working together.

"But... But what about the party?" Chip asked sadly.

"I'm afraid there won't be one, Chip." Cherry shook her head.

"Without a cake, there can't be a party." Atticus added in sadly.

"I'm the one responsible," Belle frowned as she set Mrs. Potts by the fireplace. "I'm so, so sorry."

"Don't fret, dear, your intentions were good," Mrs. Potts replied. "It just pains me to see those fighting among those dear to me."

Patch soon decided to take a nap perhaps that would help the situation. Atticus sat by his puppy and comforted him.