"𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐆𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓?" LeFou asked as Gaston approached.

Gaston sighed and rubbed his temples as he dropped down into his personal armchair. The animal fur had always been comforting, but it did nothing to soothe him in the moment.

LeFou glanced over his shoulder at Celine who had just been swarmed by the Bimbettes. "Yeesh, that bad, huh?"

"What am I doing wrong, LeFou?" Gaston lowered his hands from his face to look at his companion.

"Beer?" LeFou offered his pint which Gaston quickly dismissed.

"What for?" He tried to turn away. "Nothing helps. I'm disgraced."

"Who you?" LeFou dismissed the thought. "Never. Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together." He looked over his shoulder at the band and was suddenly struck with an idea. "Leave it to me."

He rushed over and handed them a few coins before urging them to liven the pace. He took a deep breath and then began to sing. "Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston. Looking so down in the dumps."

He had the attention of the entire room.

"Every guy here'd love to be you, Gaston." Several of the villagers lifted their pints and cheered in agreement. "Even when taking your lumps."

Celine rolled her eyes which only led to Gaston turning his chair around toward the fireplace. LeFou rushed to his side.

"There's no man in town as admired as you. You're everyone's favorite guy. Everyone's awed and inspired by you," Lefou struggled with the weight of turning the chair back around to face the audience, "and it's not very hard to see why."

The Bimbettes swooned and sighed, leaning up against Celine. Consequently, it trapped her and prevented her from leaving the tavern.

"No one's slick as Gaston, no one's quick as Gaston," LeFou swiped a belt from an unsuspecting villager before wrapping it around Gaston's neck, "no one's neck is as incredibly thick as Gaston."

Gaston easily tore the belt from around his neck and tossed it aside, looking incredibly inconvenienced; however, LeFou noticed that Celine looked slightly amused.

"For there's no man in town half as manly. Perfect, a pure paragon! You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley," LeFou motioned for the others to join him, "And they'll tell you who's team they'd prefer to be on!"

"Who plays..." LeFou mimed the action of throwing darts.

It took a minute, but the three villagers eventually caught on. "Darts like Gaston?"

"Who breaks..." LeFou tried to lead them once more.

"Hearts like Gaston?" The three grew more excited.

Celine frowned at that line, but LeFou was quick to correct himself. "Who's much more than the sum of his parts like Gaston?"

Gaston stood and joined in with the others, flexing as he did. "As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating."

Celine rolled her eyes at the action, but was pulled into the mix of the villagers that had risen to their feet to join in with the others already dancing. "My, what a guy, that Gaston!"

"I needed encouragement." Gaston pulled LeFou close and patted him on the back. "Thank you, LeFou."

"Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as you." LeFou wrapped Gaston's arms around himself, but froze as the music stopped and the room stared at them. "Too much?"

"Yep." Gaston quickly separated himself and the music picked back up again.

"No one fights like Gaston." Gaston playfully punched the air then licked his fingers and doused the nearby candles. "Douses lights like Gaston."

"In a wrestling match nobody bites like Gaston!" LeFou lifted his shirt to reveal a large bite mark. Celine winced, but he could see she was hooked and growing more involved by the passing second.

The music slowed and Gaston was passed his rifle. He grinned. "When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver."

"Ooh," LeFou added small sound effects.

"And beasts of the field say a prayer."

"Aah," LeFou gasped.

"First I carefully aim for the liver," Gaston placed the rifle up against LeFou's back who yelped. However, with the topic of hunting, they were starting to lose Celine again. "Then I shoot from behind."

"Is that fair?" LeFou asked.

"I don't care." Gaston laughed.

LeFou also laughed but didn't let the last verse linger for too long. "No one hits like Gaston. Matches wits like Gaston. In a spitting match nobody spits like Gaston."

"I'm especially good at expectorating!" Gaston bellowed before spitting his phlegm across the room into a spittoon.

The room cheered as it landed in the bowl. "Ten points for Gaston!"

"When I was a lad I ate four dozen eggs every morning to help me get large." Gaston flexed. LeFou took Celine by the hand and led her over to Gaston.

The smile on her face left as she harshly whispered, "What are you doing?"

"Just go with it," LeFou encouraged, "Let loose and have some fun."

Celine tried to object, but she shrieked in surprise as she was lifted in the air to sit on Gaston's shoulder. The Bimbettes glowered with jealousy.

"And now that I'm grown I eat five dozen eggs so I'm roughly the size of a barge." Gaston bent down and easily lifted LeFou on his other shoulder without breaking a sweat.

The tempo of the music increased and Celine wasn't given a moment to breathe once she was set down. She was passed around the room between each villager eager to take a turn dancing with her.

Although disoriented at first, she was quickly swept up in the energy and the music. She laughed giddily and moved her feet with grace to the rhythm.

She didn't even realize that she'd been lifted up onto the table until she almost fell, but was caught by Gaston's hand. He pulled her close and she was forced to stare in his crystal blue eyes. She couldn't lie, they were gorgeous. However, her heartbeat slowed as she focused on the music.

She took a step back and Gaston walked to the other end of the table. The room began to clap and cheered them on. Giving in to the rhythm, Celine lifted her skirt so that she might move easier and stamped in time to the music. The tempo increased and so did her feet.

Suddenly, Tom, Dick, and Stanley leapt up onto the table behind her. LeFou tossed Gaston a sword and he blocked the three as they swiped their own blades. Celine released a surprised yelp as Gaston pulled her behind him then LeFou helped her back down to the ground. She took a step back and watched as the sword fight continued until Gaston had won.

The room erupted in cheers and LeFou led the next chorus of the song. "Who has brains—"

"—Like Gaston." The room finished his sentence.

LeFou stamped his foot with a dramatic flare. "Entertains—"

"—Like Gaston."

"Who can make up these endless refrains like Gaston?" Gaston asked before referring to his wall of trophies. "I use antlers in all of my decorating."

"Say it again." LeFou hollered. "Who's a man among men?"

The room stomped their feet in unison.

"Who's a super success? Don't you know? Can't you guess?" LeFou spread his arms out to gesture around the room. "Ask his fans and his five hangers-on."

As the song came to a close, Celine had completely forgotten the reason she had wanted to leave so badly in the first place.

"There's just one guy in town who's got all of it down. And his name's, G-A-S-T—I believe there's another 'T'." LeFou stumbled over his words. "It just occurred to me that I'm illiterate and I've never actually had to spell it out loud before."

"Gaston!" The room cheered as the song ended. Laughing and refilling their pints, the room slowly calmed down.