Cinderella:

Act 1:

Scene 1:

Lady Tremaine: Cinderella, my dear, your father's funeral was a sad affair.

Cinderella: (tearfully) Yes, Stepmother. I'll always miss him.

Lady Tremaine: (coldly) Yes, well, we must get on with our lives. You'll do
your chores and help your sisters prepare for the Royal Ball.

Cinderella: (hopeful) May I go to the ball, Stepmother? Please?

Lady Tremaine: (cruelly) You? Ha! Don't be ridiculous!

Scene 2:

Drizella: Cinderella, fetch me a drink!

Anastasia: And fetch me a fan!

Cinderella: (sighs) Yes, Stepsisters...

Lady Tremaine: (to Cinderella) And don't forget to do the laundry and clean
the fireplace!

Scene 3:

Messenger: (arriving) Your Royal Invitations to the Royal Ball!

Lady Tremaine: (excited) The Royal Ball! We must attend!

Cinderella: (hopeful) May I go, Stepmother? Please?

Lady Tremaine: (cruelly) You? Ha! Don't be ridiculous!

Act 2:

Scene 1:

Fairy Godmother: (magically) Bibbidi-Bobbidi-Boo! Cinderella, get ready for

the ball!

Cinderella: (amazed) Oh, Fairy Godmother!

Fairy Godmother: (magically) You shall go to the ball, Cinderella!

Scene 2:
Prince Charming: (enchanted) You're the most beautiful woman I've ever
seen!

Cinderella: (blushes) Thank you, Prince.

Prince Charming: (charmingly) May I have the pleasure of this dance?

Scene 3:

Cinderella: (panicked) Oh no! I must leave!

Prince Charming: (confused) Why must you go?

Cinderella: (rushes off) Goodbye, Prince! SCENE OPENS WITH A KNOCK AT

THE DOOR

JAQ: He's-a here, he's-a here! A Duke-Duke!

GUS: Duh...duh...a who?

JAQ: A Grand Duke with a slipper! Must get that key, run!

GUS: Zuk-zuk, key-key, run-run.

Anastasia: Oh, Mother, Mother. He's here! He's here!

Drizella: The Grand Duke! (the stepsisters stuff themselves) Do I look alright?

Anastasia: I'm so emotional, I just--

Lady Tremaine: Girls...now remember....this is your last chance. Don't fail me.
(opens the door)

Messenger:Announcing His Imperial Grace, the Grand Duke. (steps aside for
the Grand Duke)

Lady Tremaine: You honor our humble home, my Lord.

Grand Duke: Ahem. Quite so.

Lady Tremaine: May I present my daughters, Drizella and Anastasia. (the

stepsisters curtsy)

Anastasia: Your Grace.

Grand Duke: (Winces at Anastasia's homeliness) Yes. Charmed, I'm sure.

Messenger: His Grace will read a royal proclamation. (Brings the

proclamation)
Grand Duke: (clearing throat) All loyal subjects of His Majesty are
hereby...notified by royal proclamation in regard to a certain... (yawning)
glass slipper. (The messenger uncovers the slipper) It is upon this day
decreed--

Drizella: Why, that's my slipper!

Anastasia: Well, I like that! It-it's my slipper!

GUS: No, no, no! Cinderelly's slipper! Sit!

Drizella: How can she---

Lady Tremaine: Girls, girls! Your manners. A thousand pardons, Your Grace.
Please continue.

Grand Duke: Yes, quite so. (reading) It is upon this day decreed that a quest
be instituted throughout the length and breadth of our domain...the sole and
express purpose of the quest to be as follows...that every single maiden in
our beloved kingdom, without prearranged exception, shall try upon her foot
this aforementioned slipper of glass. (JAQ and GUS sneak over to the pocket)
And should one be found upon whose foot said slipper shall properly fit...such
maiden shall be acclaimed the object of this search and immediately
forthwith shall be locked upon as the one and only true love of His Royal
Highness, our beloved son and heir, the Noble Prince. (GUS lowers JAQ into
the pocket) The Noble Prince will humbly and upon bended knee beg,
request, or if need be, implore the maiden, that they grant her hand in
marriage.

(JAQ tries to push the key out, but GUS stops him as Lady Tremaine checks
on the key)

Well...whereupon, should the aforementioned-made look with favor upon his

suit, but shall the happy couple pledge their troth...on...and in just dues,
upon the inevitable demise...of His Most Gracious and Majesty, the King,
succeed to the throne, there to rule all over the land...as Kingsland Queen of
our beloved kingdom.

(Lady Tremaine pats her pocket, inadvertently hitting JAQ with the key)
Oh...so be it. (The Grand Duke sits down on a chair)

Lady Tremaine: You must be quite fatigued, Your Grace. May we offer you
some tea? (GUS, hiding in the teacup, sucks his stomach in to prevent tea
from pouring on him)
Prince: What? Tea? Thank you, madam, no. We must proceed with the......the
fitting.

Lady Tremaine: Of course, Anastasia, darling. (The messenger tries the

slipper on Anastasia's foot, and it seems to fit)

Anastasia: There! I knew it was my slipper. Exactly my size. I always wear the
same size. As soon as I saw it, I said-- (it's revealed the slipper fits over her
big toe) Oh! Well...it...it may be a trifle snug today. You know how it
is.....dancing all night. I can't understand why. (the messenger pounds the
shoe) It's always fit perfectly before. (JAQ pushes the key out while GUS ties
his tail around the teapot's spout) I don't think you're half trying! Mother, can
you--

Lady Tremaine: Csendes. Be silent, my darling. We mustn't disturb His Grace.

Young man, are you sure you're trying it on the right foot?

GUS: (a drop of hot tea falls on GUS' butt) YOW!!

Anastasia: Oh, it's the right foot, but it must have shrunk or something. A
glass shoe isn't always reliable.

JAQ: C'mon, GUS. Hurry! Up the stairs! Up the stairs! (the two attempt to get
the key up the stairs until they hear discordant notes as Anastasia kicks the
messenger against the piano)

Anastasia: Why can't you hold silent a moment?

Grand Duke: (awakens) Oh, my word! Enough of this! (the clamor stops) The
next young lady, please.

JAQ: (the two mice have reached the top of the stairs) Hear that? Hear this?

GUS: Yup.

JAQ: Run! Run! Must hurry! (They make it to the tower staircase) C'mon,
c'mon! Hurry! GUS-GUS, GUS-GUS. Aw, c'mon. Look, look. Just there! C'mon!

“””””MEANWHILE””””

Drizella: (the messenger is yet trying to get the slipper to fit on Drizella) Oh,
of all the foolish little idiots! (hits the messenger with her shoe) I'll do it
myself! Get away from me! I'll make it fit! (deforms her foot where it fits)
There!

Prince: What nonsense!

Lady Tremaine: It fits!

Grand Duke: It fits? (the slipper flies away and the Grand Duke manages to
catch it with his finger) Whew!

Lady Tremaine: Oh, Your Grace, I'm dreadfully sorry. It shan't happen again.

Grand Duke: Precisely, madam.

Servant: Would you like to try it on. >_<

{Servant2: laughs aloud}

Grand Duke: You are the only ladies of the household, I hope-- (catches
himself) I presume.

Lady Tremaine: There's no one else, Your Grace.

Prince :But I do hear someone weeping inside .

Lady Tremaine: How’s it possible!

Servant: Is there someone else ?

Lady Tremaine :No…There’s no one

Grand Duke: Quite so. Good day. Good day!

Prince : Wait!

Prince points towards the door.

Servant 3: Ohh ! Who’s she ?

Cinderella: Your Grace? Your Grace! Please! Wait! May I try it on?

Prince : Have we met earlier?

Cinderella: Yeah ! At the ball ! May I try it on??

Lady Tremaine: Oh, pay no attention to her.

Servant 2: Who’s she?

Anastasia: It's only Cinderella

Servant 3: Is she the prince’s dance partener?(to servant 1 and 2)

Servant 1: We’ll see.

Drizella: Our scullery maid.

Anastasia: From the kitchen.

Drizella: It's ridiculous. Impossible.

Anastasia: She's out of her mind.

Lady Tremaine: Yes, yes. Just an imaginative child.

Prince: Madam, my orders were every maiden!

Grand duke :Come, my child. (he pulls up the chair for Cinderella)

(The Messenger comes with the slipper, but Lady Tremaine uses her cane to
trip him, causing him to drop the slipper and shatter between Cinderella and
the Grand Duke)

Grand Duke: Oh, dear! Oh, dear! This is horrible. (suddenly becomes fearful)

Cinderella: But maybe, if it would help----

Grand Duke: No, no. Nothing can help now, nothing.

Cinderella: But you see, I have the other slipper.

(Cinderella pulls the slipper out from her apron, horrifying her stepmother
and stepsisters, but filling the Duke once again with joy and hope. The mice
cheer. The Grand Duke slides the slipper onto Cinderella's foot, and it fits
perfectly)

Cinderella and Prince come forward .

Mother and sisters in distress. Chorus: (Sings) Have faith in dreams and
someday, your rainbow will come shining through. No matter how your heart
is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come
truuuuue!