Prince Tyler takes Josh into his palace. He is taken to the headmistress Jenna, who cleans him up and takes care of him. She enters the palace hall while fastening Josh's new dress.

"Imagine, washing up like that on the beach. Must've been a horrible shipwreck. I don't suppose we'll ever know the truth. Why, you can't even speak, poor dear! Well, never mind, after your scrub in the tub, you're fresh as a daisy in a beautiful new frock!"

Prince Tyler enters in dashing threads, with Mark at his side. Seeing Josh stops him in his tracks.

"Well, now I'm the one who's speechless." He said.

"It's been a long time since we dined in the company of such loveliness." Mark added.

Prince Tyler smiles at Josh.

"Usually it's just me and Mark. He's gotta look across the table at my ugly mug!"

As Mark giddily pulls Prince Tyler aside for a confidential chat, Ryan enters and hides near Josh.

"The bath certainly worked its wonders. Your mystery guest is groomed for a groom, you might say!"

The palace chef enters wielding a serving fork. Josh points him in the wrong direction to protect his friend but grabs his fork as he exits. Mark and Prince Tyler do not notice this commotion.

"Easy old boy, easy. She has no voice."

"Oh dear." Mark said.

With great skill, Josh starts to comb his hair with the dinglehopper. Prince Tyler turns to see him.

"My, isn't that unusual?"

Josh blushes and hands the fork to Prince Tyler.

"Thank you." He replied.

Josh then notices the pipe in Mark's pocket.

"Don't tell me he's fond of pipes!"

Mark hands Josh his pipe.

"Can't say I blame you. That's an antique from Dusseldorf-"

Josh blows into the pipe as though it were a horn right into Mark's face. Jenna and Prince Tyler both laugh.

"Sorry old friend, but it looks like your pipe smoked you."

"Very amusing yes. Well, he certainly knows how to make you smile."

"Come along Mark, let's leave the young ones alone for a bit."

Jenna and Mark exit.

"You should see the princes that Mark drags to dinner. So prim, so boring. But you..."

Josh grins. Prince Tyler stares at him for a moment. Then he holds his throat and asks him a question about why he can't speak.

"So, if you don't mind me asking, what was it? An accident, when you were small?"

Josh turns away in shame.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Who needs words anyway? A smile says just as much sometimes."

Josh smiles again and flexes up and down on his toes.

"You're nimble on your feet aren't you? Well, dancing beats small talk any day. It's the way your legs smile, or laugh. It lets you so many things.

Dancing is a language that is felt instead of heard

Prince Tyler does a little jig.

You can whisper, sing or shout without so much as a word

Try it, go on, like so

Prince Tyler repeats the step. Josh imitates him.

Just let your emotions tell your body what to do

Prince Tyler does another step. Josh imitates him.

See how much a single gesture can reveal!
And every little step, every little step is one step closer to saying how you feel

Prince Tyler patiently teaches Josh a few more dance steps. He's a quick study. They become in tune with one another, loving as one, poetry in motion.

Suddenly, wafting through the night breeze are the magical strains of Josh's voice.

Prince Tyler stops abruptly.

"Did you hear something?"

Josh's eyes open wide but he shakes his head.

Prince Tyler becomes distracted.

"Forgive me, there's this voice, it's been haunting me. Anyway, I should let you get some sleep. Good night."

Prince Tyler bows, and Josh mimics him. Prince Tyler exists hastily.

Josh, crestfallen, watches him depart. Ryan emerges from hiding.

"Out is the frying pan, into the fire! The things I do for you young man! Now, I should march you right back home to your father-"

Josh's eyes grow wide, and he shakes his head.

"So you can be miserable for the rest of your life."

Ryan sighs heavily, shakes his head, and gives in.

"It's true. I've got no backbone. All right child. I'm in. But we got to get that boy to kiss you before it's too late! Now, a few pointers from a cleaver crab to a little merman. You gotta bat your eyes, like this. Then you gotta picked up your lips, like this."

Ryan demonstrates; Josh copies.

"Oh, that's good!" Ryan cried. "You put those two things together tomorrow and you got that boy in the palm of your hand!"

They walk out together, still discussing the plan to get Prince Tyler to kiss Josh before time runs out.