Beauty and the Beast - Part 1

The objects were all sitting around in the dinning room, discussing what had happened between Belle and Beast. “I knew it, I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up.” said Cogsworth.
“Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all.” replied Lumiere.
As they sat around, miserable about Belle leaving, Footstool came scampering into the room and barking towards the window. They all jumped up and curiously rushed over to the window to see what was exciting Footstool, all secretly hoping it was the return of Belle. “Could it be?” questioned Lumiere.
“Is it she?” asked Mrs Potts.
“Sacre bleu, invaders!” Lumiere gasped, as he spotted the mob of the villagers entering through the castles gates, they were all armed with weapons, including axes, crossbows and forks.
“Warn the master!” ordered Cogsworth. “If it’s a fight they want, we’ll be ready for them!”
The objects all turned away from the window and made their way through the hallway into the entrance of the castle, preparing for a battle they were all unsure of how to fight.

Mrs Potts entered Beast’s lair to inform him of what was happening outside the castle. “Pardon me Master, but the castle is under attack.” she said.
“Leave me in peace.” replied Beast.
“But, what should we do, Master?” asked Mrs Potts.
“It doesn’t matter now. Just let them come.” he glumly responded.

Back at the entrance of the castle, the objects had all joined together, forming a massive barricade, trying to block off the door, which had started to be bashed at by the mob. “This isn’t working!” stressed Lumiere.
“Oh, Lumiere! We must do something!” replied Featherduster.
“Wait! I know!” said Lumiere.
Within a few seconds the mob had broken in, only to find the entrance filled with random objects and assorted pieces of furniture scattered throughout the room. The villagers started to tiptoe in, not knowing the objects were actually alive and ready to pounce. As the mob slowly got further into the room, Lefou unknowingly picked up Lumiere. “Now!!” shouted Lumiere.

As Lefou, who was extremely puzzled, started to look around the room to figure out where the voice had come from, all the objects quickly sprung to life and started attacking the mob. Completely shocking the men, the objects had the chance to beat the villagers and fortunately scare them out of castle. However, as the objects were too busy celebrating their victory, cheering and dancing around the entrance way, they didn’t notice Gaston take off into the castle searching for Beast.

Gaston made his way through the castle, peering into every room he came across until he found Beast in his lair. Beast was sitting in his chair by the rose, watching the petals slowly curl up and wither. Gaston wasted no time as he started to raise his crossbow and take aim at Beast. Beast looked up at Gaston, and then lowered his head in sadness. Gaston released the arrow and watched in excitement as it struck the beast in his shoulder; Beast started to yelp and stood up from his chair, holding his shoulder in pain. Gaston then ran across the room tackling Beast, forcing him out through the window and onto the balcony. “Ha ha ha ha ha!” laughed Gaston.

Gaston cornered Beast on the edge of the roof, while Beast just simply sat there in despair, not willing to fight back. It started to rain, and the night sky was filled with thunder and lighting. “Get up! Get up! What’s the matter, Beast? Too kind and gentle to fight back?” remarked Gaston.
Beast continued to look down, ignoring Gaston. Gaston turned away from Beast and headed across the balcony towards a bit of the roof, he fiercely broke a piece off. Then he quickly turned around again and started walking back to where Beast was sitting. Just as Gaston was preparing to smash the sharp piece of roof tile across Beast’s back, they both heard the soft, sweet voice of Belle, “Gaston! No!” she yelled, as she ran through the castle gates.
“Belle?” said Beast, relieved to see she had returned; now giving him a reason to fight back.
Gaston ignored Belle and swung as hard as he could at the Beast. But Beast turned and caught the piece of roof in his hand. He stood up and roared in Gaston’s face. They both grabbed each other and began to wrestle across the balcony, “Were you in love with her, Beast? Did you honestly think she’d want you when she had someone like me? It’s over, Beast! Belle is mine!” Gaston continued.

Beast quickly escaped and found a hiding place amongst the gargoyles, in the darkness. Out of the corner of his eye, Gaston saw Beast hiding and snuck around behind him. With Beast oblivious to his presence, Gaston raised his crossbow again and aimed to fire.
Belle quickly made her way through Beast’s lair and out on to the balcony. Realising what was about to happen she ran out in front of Beast to protect him. Right as she jumped in front of Beast, Gaston released his crossbow. “No!! I won’t let you hurt him! I love him!” Belle screamed.