"Who does that girl think she is?!"

Lefou brought over two mugs of beer to Gaston, who was in a chair by the fire, intending to give him one.

"That girl has tangled with the wrong man! No one says no to Gaston!"

"Darn right!" Lefou agreed as Gaston took both mugs.

"Dismissed. Rejected. Publicly humiliated. Why, it's more than I can bear!" He threw the mugs into the fireplace.

"Uh, more beer?" the shorter man offered.

"What for? Nothing helps." He turned away from Lefou. "I'm disgraced..."

"Who, you?" Lefou asked, shocked. "Never. Gaston, you have got to pull yourself together!"

Lefou:
Gosh, it disturbs me too see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps

Frustrated, he threw a dagger at the wall, making the others in the tavern gasp.

Lefou:
Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps

He moved to the back of him, messaging him, basking in the feeling of touching Gaston's neck.

Lefou:
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're everyone's favorite guy

He sat up on the bar counter.

Lefou:
Everyone's awed and inspired by you
And it's not very hard to see why

He got down and started dancing around.

Lefou:
No one's slick as Gaston
No one's quick as Gaston
No one's neck is incredibly thick as Gaston

To demonstrate, he cracked a random guy's neck.

Lefou:
For there's no one in town half as manly

The bimbettes all sighed dreamily, harmonizing with each other.

Bimbettes:
Perfect, a pure paragon

Lefou:
You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley

He slid in the middle of them, silently passing them a bribe.

Lefou:
And they'll tell you who's team they prefer to be on

He winked at Stanley as he made the innuendo.

Lefou:
Who plays...

He made the motion, desperately trying to get the other men to take the hint. When they did, they raised their mugs in a cheer.

Tom, Dick, Stanley:
Darts like Gaston?

Lefou:
Who breaks

Tom, Dick, Stanley:
Hearts like Gaston?

Lefou:
Who's much more than the sum of his parts like Gaston?

Gaston:
As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating

He put his hands behind his head, the girls swooning.

All:
My, what a guy, that Gaston

Gaston got up and stood in front of everyone with Lefou.

Gaston:
I needed encouragement
Thank you, Lefou

They high-fived each other, Lefou taking the chance to grab onto both of his hands and twirl himself into his arms.

Lefou:
Well, there's no one as easy to boister as you

Feeling the awkward silence as he was wrapped up, he asked, "Too much?"

"...yep."

All:
No one...fights like Gaston

He punched a guy out of his way, then licked his hands and put out the candles.

All:
Douses lights like Gaston

Lefou:
In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Gaston

Gaston:
When I hear, I sneak up with my quiver
And beats of the field say a prayer

Crouching around, he cornered Lefou and aimed his gun at him on the table.

Gaston:
First, I carefully aim for the liver
Then I shoot from behind

"Is that fair?" Lefou asked.

"I don't care." He pointed his gun up at the ceiling and shot it.

All:
No one hits like Gaston
Matches wits like Gaston

Lefou:
In a spitting match, nobody spits like Gaston

He ran to the other side of the room with a bucket.

Gaston:
I'm especially good at expectorating

He spat up into the air, everyone watching as it landed into the bucket.

All:
Ten points for Gaston!

Everyone clapped, the girls getting especially excited.

"Thank you, thank you."

Gaston:
When I was a lad, I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large

He took one of the girls from the audience and picked her up onto his shoulder.

Gaston:
And now that I'm grown, I eat five dozen eggs
So I'm roughly the size of a barge!

On his other shoulder, he picked up Lefou, who looked ready to faint, especially with the knowledge that he was 'large'.

The clapping in the room became rhythmic as Lefou passed around more bribes. Two of the ladies in town helped get Gaston get his red coat on and Lefou handed him a sword. On purpose, everyone lost to him.

Lefou:
Who...has...brains

Men:
Like Gaston?

Lefou:
Entertains

Men:
Like Gaston?

Gaston:
Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston?
I use antlers in all of my decorating

All:
Say it again
Who's a man among men?
Who's the super success
Don't you know? Can't you guess?
Ask his fans and his five hangers-on
There's just one guy in town
Who's got it all down...

Lefou:
And his name is G-A-S-T...I believe there's another T...it just occurred to me that in illiterate and I've never actually had to spell it out loud before...

All:
Gaston!

"Oh, Lefou, you're the best. How is it no girl's snatched you up yet?" Gaston asked.

Frantically looking for an answer, he came up with, "I've been told I'm clingy, but I really don't get it," while making psycho yandere eyes at Gaston.

The doors swung open and Maurice came stumbling in, stuttering over his words in a panic. "Help! Someone help!"

"Maurice?" the barkeep asked, confused.

"Please! Please, I need your help!" He gripped onto Tom's collar. "He's got them. He's got them locked in a dungeon!"

"Who?"

"Beal! Clarice! Y/n! We must go. Now. Not a minute to lose!"

"Whoa, slow down, Maurice," Gaston chuckled, trying to understand. "Who's got them locked in a dungeon?"

"A beast! A horrible, monstrous beast!"

A moment of silence, then everyone began to laugh, deflating Maurice.

"Is ita big beast?" Dick asked.

"Huge!"

The others joined in. "With a long, ugly snout?"

"Hideously ugly!"

"And sharp, cruel fangs?" Walter piped up.

"Yes, yes! Will you help me!"

"Alright, old man. We'll help you out," Gaston said, but gestured at the men.

"You will? Oh, thank you, Captain. Thank you, thank you!"

Stanley and Dick picked him up as he babbled on his thanks, then threw him out on the snow. As they came back in, everyone around them chuckled away the awkward encounter.

"Crazy old Maurice."

"Heh. He's always good for a laugh."

Overhearing, Gaston began to contemplate. "Crazy old Maurice, hmm? Crazy old Maurice..."

Gaston:
Lefou, I'm afraid I've been thinking

Lefou:
A dangerous pastime

Gaston:
I know
But, you see, that girl cares for Beal's father
And his sanity's only so-so
Now, the wheels in my head have been turning
Since I looked at that looney old man
See, I promised myself I'd take Y/n from Beal
And right now I'm evolving a plan

He grabbed Lefou and whispered in his ear with occasional question from him.

"Yes?"

"Then I..."

"No, would she?"

"...GUESS!"

"Now I get it!"

"Let's go!" They joined hands and waltzed around the tavern, much to Lefou's delight.

Both:
No...one...plots like Gaston

Gaston:
Takes cheap shots like Gaston

Lefou:
Plans to persecute harmless crackpots like Gaston

All:
So his marriage we soon'll be celebrating
My, what a guy...Gaston!

-

Maurice stood, the snow coming down harder. "Will no one help me?"

-

Y/n was still sobbing by the window when there was a knock at her door. Sniffling, she called out in question, "Who is it?"

"Mrs. Potts, dear," came a reply.

She wiped her eyes and walked over to the door, opening it. But when she saw nobody was there, a teapot came hopping in with a teacup behind her. Y/n gasped, at a loss for words.

To hide her surprised face when she realized it was the lost princess, she cleared her throat and offered, "I thought you might like a spot of tea."

"But you're...you're a..." She backed up into a wardrobe, jumping back when she heard it chuckle.

"Oh! Careful," she said, sing-songy.

"This is impossible..." she whispered, sitting on the bed.

The wardrobe leaned on its side against the bed. "I know it is. But, here we are."

The teacup smiled up at her the tea was poured into him. "I told you she was pretty, Mama. Didn't I?"

"Alright, now, Chip. That'll do." He hopped towards her. "Slowly, now. Don't spill."

She bent down and picked him up. "Thank you." She put him to her lips, but stopped when she heard him speak.

"Wanna see me do a trick?" He blew out air, making bubbles out of the tea.

"Chip!" his mother scolded.

"Oops...sorry..."

To Y/n, she smiled and commended, "That was a very brave thing you two did, my dear."

"We all think so," the wardrobe agreed.

"But I've lost my freedom...my dreams...everything..."

"Cheer up, child. It'll turn out alright in the end. You'll see. And you still have each other."

She smiled as she realized the older teapot was right. Even if they were stuck in a castle deep in the woods, maybe she and Beal could begin dating, now that their feelings were out in the open...

"Oh, listen to me! Jabbering on when there's a supper to get on the table! Chip!" she called as she hopped away.

Grinning back at Y/m, he called, "Bye!"

Alone with the wardrobe, she asked, "Well, now. What shall we dress you in for dinner? Let's see what I've got in my drawers." She opened them up, slamming them shut once again when moths flew out. "Oh! How embarrassing!" she chuckled. Closing her throat, are pulled out a pink dress with a puffed bottom. "Ah, here we are! Ah, there. You'll look ravishing in this one!"

Gently pushing it away, Y/n denied politely, "That's very kind of you, but I'm not going to dinner."

Gasping, the wardrobe warned, "Oh, but you must!"

Before she could reject the idea again, a clock came waddling in. "Ahem, ahem, ahem...dinner...is served."

-

The beast prowled around in front of the fireplace, where a yellow flame was roaring. "What's taking so long? I told her to come down. Why isn't she here yet?!"

Mrs. Potts and a candelabra like at each other. "Oh, try to be patient, sir," Mrs. Potts requested. "The children have lost their freedom. And the boy has lost his father, as well. All in one day."

"Uh, Master?" the candleabra, Lumière, tried to ask. "Have you thought that perhaps this girl could be the one to break the spell?"

"Are you sick?! She's my sister!" he demanded, stopping in his tracks.

"Be that as it may...nobody ever said it has to be romantic love," he argued.

"I suppose..." He went back to pacing, remembering how close he has seen Beal and Clarice were.

"Good." He used his flames to demonstrate each. "You love her again, she loves you again, and poof!" He brought the two flames together. "The spell is broken! We'll be human again by midnight!"

Gently, Mrs. Potts argued, "Oh, it's not that easy, Lumière. Broken relationships like these take time. Especially when it seems she doesn't even remember us."

"But the rose has already begun to wilt."

The beast sighed. "It's no use...she's so beautiful. And she's already preoccupied with someone as beautiful as her. And I'm...well, look at me!" he snarled, barring his teeth.

The teapot glanced at Lumière for help. When she got none, she tried to cheer him up by saying, "Oh, you must help get to see past all that."

"I don't know how," he admitted.

More sternly, she hopped over to him. "Well, you can start by making yourself more presentable. Straighten up!"

He did, his cape closing in on him.

"Try to act like a gentleman."

"Ah, yes. When she comes in, give her a dashing, debonair smile," Lumière suggested. "Come, come, show me the smile."

Fangs sticking out and lips pulled back, the beast gave a terrifyingly funny grin.

"But don't frighten the poor girl."

"Impress her with your rapid wit."

"But be gentle."

"Shower her with compliments."

"But be sincere."

He kept looking back and forth, trying to keep up.

"And above all..."

"You must control your temper!" Mrs. Potts finished with him.

The door began to open, the beast smiling at it, until he realized it was just the clock, Cogsworth. "Good evening," he said awkwardly.

"Well? Where is she?" he demanded.

"Who? Oh. Hahaha. The princess. Yes, the princess. Well, actually, she's in the process of...uh...um...circumstances being what they are...uh...she's not coming..."

"WHAT?!"

On all fours, the beast ran out, climbing up the stairs, jumping to get ahead. Meanwhile, Cogsworth followed, trying to calm him down before he took it out on the poor girl. "Your Highness! Your Eminence! Let's not be hasty!"

He, upon arriving at the girl's door, banged on it. "I THOUGHT I TOLD YOU TO COME DOWN TO DINNER!"

"I'm not hungry!"

Lumière shook his head while Cogsworth facepalmed, Mrs. Potts not too far behind.

"You'll come down or I'll...I'll..." he stuttered. "I'LL BREAK DOWN THE DOOR!"

"Uh, Master?" Lumière interjected carefully, twiddling his lights. "I could be wrong, but...that may not be the best way to win the girl's affections."

"Please...attempt to be a gentleman," Cogsworth begged.

"But she is being so difficult!" he growled, teeth grit.

"Gently...gently..." Mrs. Potts encouraged.

Dejected, he tried again. "Will you come down to dinner?"

"No!"

Grunting, he shoved his thumb at the door.

"Eh eh eh eh...suave...genteel..." Cogsworth attempted.

He bowed at the door, trying to get into character. "It would give me great pleasure...if you would join me for dinner..."

"Ahem, ahem, wesayplease." the clock coughed.

"...please."

"No, thank you!"

Fed up with trying to act like a gentleman, he bellowed, "YOU CAN'T STAY IN THERE FOREVER!"

"Oh, yes I can!"

"Fine...then go ahead and STARVE!" He looked down sternly at the servants and demand, "If she doesn't eat with me, then she doesn't eat at all! The boy and child can eat in their room!"

He ran down the hallway, the others looking at each other in sadness.

"Oh, dear. That didn't go very well at all, did it?" Mrs. Potts asked dejectedly.

Cogsworth took charge back, standing tall. "Lumière. Stand watch at that door and inform me at once if there is a slightest change."

He marched up to the door, then saluted. "You can count on me, mon captain."

Sighing, he began to make his way downstairs, "Well, we might as well go downstairs and start cleaning up..."

-

The beast barged into the West Wing and threw things out of his way. "I ask nicely, but she refuses! What a...what does she want me to do...BEG?!"

On the table next to him was the magic mirror and rose. He picked up the mirror, demanding, "Show me the girl."

Green magic swirled inside. It stopped, showing Y/n sitting on her new bed with her arms crossed and the wardrobe trying to coax her into going down to dinner.

"But the master's not so bad once you get to know him. Why don't you give him a chance?"

"I don't wanna get to know him! I don't want anything to do with him!"

Feeling a pang in his heart, he sighed, then said, "Show me the boy and the child."

The scene changed to Beal sitting on the bed with Clarice, cradling her.

"But what are we gonna do without Papa?" she asked quietly, whimpering.

"I don't know," Beal admitted honestly. "But we have Y/n. And, of course, each other. And I won't go anywhere."

Looking up with her big, hazel eyes, "Promise?"

Moving a bit of curly hair from her face, he reassured, "I promise."

He slammed the mirror down. "I'm just fooling myself...she'll never see me as anything...but a monster..."

One of the rose petals fell.

"It's hopeless..."