(Flynn screams)
- No, no, no. Put me down!
Stop it! No!
Let me go!
(horse neighs)
- Give me him!
(horse neighs)
(Flynn screaming)
(horse neighs)
Whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa. Easy boy, easy.
Calm down.
(horse neighs)
Whoa, whoa.
Easy boy, easy, easy.
(whimsical music)
That's it.
(Pascal murmurs)
Now sit.
(horse neighs)
Sit.
(thump)
- [Flynn] What?
- Now drop the boot.
(horse neighs)
Drop it!
(boot falls)
Aw. You're such a good boy.
Yes you are.
Are you all tired from chasing this bad man all
over the place?
- [Flynn] Excuse me.
- Nobody appreciates you, do they?
(horse snorts)
Do they?
(horse snorts)
- Oh, come on. He's a bad horse!
- Oh, he's nothing but a big sweetheart.
(horse neighs)
I am Moana of Motunui.
You will board my boat, sail across the sea,
and restore the heart of Te Fiti.
I am Moana...
(bang)
of Motu- (bang)
... nui. (bang)
(ominous music)
(bang)
(Moana screams)
Heihei?
(Heihei clucks)
(ominous music)
(Heihei shrieks)
(shrieking stops)
(Heihei shrieks)
(shrieking stops)
(Heihei shrieks)
(shrieking stops)
It's okay. You're all right.
Yeah, see?
There we go.
Nice water.
The ocean is a friend of mine.
(Heihei clucks)
(splash)
Heihei?
(Heihei clucks underwater)
Heihei!
(splash)
(Moana gasps)
(Moana screams)
(upbeat orchestral music)
(birds chirping)
(Cinderella moaning)
(birds chirping)
(Cinderella yawning)
(birds chirping)
(Cinderella laughing)
(birds chirping)
(Cinderella laughing)
- Well, serves you right spoiling people's best dreams.
(Snow White crying)
(somber music)
(Snow White screaming)
(whimsical music)
- Please don't run away.
I won't hurt you.
I'm awfully sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you,
but you don't know what I've been through.
And all because I was afraid.
I'm so ashamed of the fuss I made.
What do you do when things go wrong?
(birds chirping)
Oh, you sing a song!
(birds chirping)
(upbeat orchestral music)
- Ha!
Hmm? Well, I guess Pascal's not hiding out here.
(Pascal snickers)
Got ya!
(Pascal screams)
That's 22 for me. How about 23 out of 45?
(Pascal groans)
Okay. Well, what do you want to do?
(Pascal squeals)
Yeah, I don't think so.
I like it in here and so do you.
(Pascal blows raspberry)
- Jasmine, Jasmine.
Jasmine.
(Rajah snarls)
Confounded, Rajah!
(Rajah snarls)
So, this is why Prince Achmed stormed out.
- Oh, father, Rajah was just playing with him.
Weren't you, Rajah?
You were just playing with that overdressed,
self-absorbed Prince Achmed, weren't you?
(Rajah snorts)
- Dearest, you've got to stop rejecting every suitor
who comes to call.
The law says you...
- [In Unison] Must be married to a prince.
- By your next birthday.
- The law is wrong.
- You've only got three more days.
- Father, I hate being forced into this.
If I do marry, I want it to be for love.
- Jasmine, it's not only this law.
I'm not going to be around forever and well,
I just want to make sure you are taken care of provided for.
- Please try to understand.
I've never done a thing on my own.
I've never had any real friends.
(Rajah snarls)
Except you, Rajah.
(Rajah groans happily)
I've never even been outside the palace walls.
- But, Jasmine, you are a princess.
- Then maybe I don't wanna be a princess anymore.
- Oh.
Allah forbid you should have any daughters.
(Rajah grunts)
(suspenseful music)
(birds chirping)
(Meeko eats noisily)
(Flit squeaks)
- Come on, Meeko.
(whimsical music)
- No, not that way!
(upbeat orchestral music)
(splash)
Show off.
(Meeko squeals)
(Meeko screams)
(Flit squeaks)
Pocahontas.
(splash)
Pocahontas!
- Whoa, mermaid off the port bow!
Ariel! How you doing, kid!?
Whoa, what a swim.
- Scuttle, look what we found.
- Yeah, we were in this sunken ship.
It was really creepy.
- Human stuff, huh?
Hey, let me see.
(thump)
(splash)
Look at this.
Wow, this is special. This is very, very unusual.
- What? What is it?
- It's a dingle hopper.
Humans use these little babies to straighten their hair out.
See? Just a little twirl here and a yank there
and boy, you got an aesthetically pleasing configuration
of hair that humans go nuts over.
- A dingle hopper.
- Now Jaq, what's all the fuss about?
- There mouse in the house. Brand new.
Never saw before. Visitor, visitor!
- Oh, a visitor.
Well, she'll need a dress and-
(Jaq laughs)
- No, no, no.
- Not a she, him a he. He, he.
- Oh, that does make a difference.
He'll need a jacket-
- Gotta get him out! Gotta get him out!
- It's a rat trap!
- Where? In the trap?
Oh, why didn't you say so?
(fast paced upbeat music)
(mice chattering)
Now, now, now calm down, everybody.
Oh, the poor little thing's scared to death.
Jaq, maybe you better explain things to him.
- Zuk, zuk, Cinderelly. Zuk, zuk.
Now, now, look, little guy.
Take it easy. Nothing to worry about.
(Jaq laughs)
We like you.
Cinderelly likes you too.
She's nice, very nice.
That's better.
Come on, now. Zuk, zuk.
- Zuk, zuk.
(mice chattering)
- Well, that's better.
Well, let's just slip it on for size.
(pop)
(mice giggling)
It is a little snug, but it'll have to do.
Now for a name.
I've got one, Octavius.
But for short, we'll call you Gus.