- [Child] Kiddyzuzaa.
(playful music)
- So all I'm saying is,
I ran a marathon in my dream last night,
and this morning I'm feeling exhausted.
- It doesn't work like that, Esme.
Oh no, Malice.
(upbeat music)
(groans)
Whew.
- Well that was weird.
- Yeah.
What's up with Malice?
- Oh, I was talking about that dog
riding a hot air balloon.
(playful music)
But yeah, Malice didn't seem herself.
Normally she'd at least manage an insult.
Prince Sissy, goody no shoes.
- Esme, what are you looking at?
- Sorry, just remembering Malice's insults.
- Hey, guys.
What's up with Malice?
- Hey, Liliana.
We were just wondering the same thing.
- Yeah, I thought she was gonna knock my ice cream
out of my hand, but it's still here.
- She's being so un-Malicey.
Normally she'd never miss an opportunity to prank us,
but recently it's like she doesn't care.
- I noticed that too.
(playful music)
- Seriously, guys, what are you looking at?
- Nothing, it just helps when you're remembering things.
- Scientifically proven.
Try it.
(groaning)
- Phew.
(playful music)
(door slamming)
(groaning)
- Whew.
(groaning)
(sighs)
Yeah, there's definitely something wrong with Malice.
- Amazing.
Maybe I'll finally be able to do,
well, anything without her ruining it.
- We can't just ignore it if something's wrong with her.
- Yeah, I suppose you're right.
- Someone should go speak to her to find out what's wrong.
- Great idea.
Not me though.
- Yeah, me neither.
- Well, I'm definitely not doing it.
So, what's wrong then Malice?
- Right, now what's wrong is that you're in my tower.
- Come on, Malice, what's up?
You're not being yourself?
- I know, I've retired.
- Retired, why?
- Because I suck at being evil, Esme, that's why.
(giggling)
- Malice, you're not bad at being evil,
you're brilliant at it.
- I'm not.
- You are.
Look at all the evil stuff in this room.
See?
A witch's broomstick.
Only a truly evil witch could fly one of these bad boys.
- I use that to sweep up.
- Hmm.
Aha!
A cauldron.
There's even something terrible brewing in there now.
What's this then?
A potion to give whomever drinks it feathers?
Or dooms them to eternally smell like a foot?
- That's my dinner.
- Ah, then I take it back.
You are bad at being evil.
- See, now get out.
I'm going to do whatever it is people do
once they've retired.
Knit or play golf or do some gardening.
- Gardening eh?
I hear the palace is looking for a new gardener.
I'll put in a good word for you.
Okay, so Malice should be here any moment.
We all know the plan, right?
- Yes, she thinks she's coming round to do some gardening.
Then we're going to loudly laugh
about how bad she is at being evil.
But you never told us what happens next.
- Yeah, Esme.
- No time for that, here she comes.
Just follow my lead.
(laughing)
Yeah, Malice is so bad at being evil.
Would you believe she's got a broomstick,
but she can't ride it.
- Ha, what kind of witch can't ride a broomstick?
(laughing)
- Yeah, and I heard she still sleeps with her teddy.
(groaning)
- I suck at being evil, eh?
Well, how's this for evil?
Malice is back, princesses!
- Well, at least she's feeling herself again,
she's got better at magic as well.
- Actually, her spell missed.
- But the fountain.
- That was me, I put my foot on the hose
so it would explode with a giant whoosh
of chocolate when I let go.
- So what happened to Malice's spell then?
- I have no idea.
- And then there were all giant chocolate eggs filled with,
you'll never guess what they were filled with.
Chocolate!
- Oh, those princesses are just so happy with themselves.
Well I have a plan to make sure this
so-called picnic is a complete washout.
(snickering)
- And at another point,
I actually did turn into a chocolate egg.
It was so funny.
- There, finished.
Now, let's see what you can do.
Yes.
Come on!
Oh, well, that's not right.
Hmmm, I wonder if.
Huh?
Hmmm.
Oh dear.
Right, let's try that again.
(upbeat music)
That should do it.
(laughing)
- Which is why I am absolutely certain
that the correct number of dinners
is actually two, maybe even three.
It just makes perfect sense in every way,
you have one dinner to warm up with,
a second dinner for mains,
and then a third dinner for dessert.
- Hang on, is it me or did it just get a little chilly?
(moaning)
- Right, time to fix this useless machine
once and for all.
- Ah, this is the life.
- You said it Olivia.
- Who would have thought you could sunbathe
in the middle of a storm, eh Malice?
(groans)
- (giggles) Cheers princesses!
- [Together] Cheers!
(upbeat music)
- Ah, are either of you are actually gonna make a move?
- Oh Esme, dear Esme, chess isn't about making moves.
- I'm pretty sure it is.
- Olivia's right, it's about the space between the moves.
I once saw Mr. Snuggles playing chess,
he didn't make a single move the entire game,
one within 15 minutes.
- It's all about focus.
If you really focus on each piece,
become one with the chess board,
breathe in the aroma of,
slime?
- Olivia, I told you I didn't want to play slime chess.
- That wasn't me.
- Guys, it's not about the slime,
it's about the space between the slime. (laughs)
- Oh ha ha Esme, where did this slime come from?
- I think I have an idea.
- Malice, of course it was you.
- Huh?
- You pelted us with slime!
- Me, I wish.
I've been trying to perfect my slime cannon for weeks.
I can't get it to work.
- Hmmm, oh!
- See?
Oh, are you playing chess?
A word of advice, don't play against Mr. Snuggles,
that bear really knows his way around
the chess board, or rather the spaces--
- Oh enough about chess already,
we've got to find out where this slime is coming from.
- Hmm, where's Lilliana?
- You're right, I haven't seen her all day.
- Boo.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- The name's Lilliana, Princess Lilliana.
- Lilliana, you completely ruined our game of chess.
- Oh chess is boring.
- Thank you.
- I've got a much better game.
- As long as it doesn't involve a slime gun.
- It doesn't.
It involves four slime guns.
The rules of the game are simple.
Get hit and you're out.
The last princess standing wins.
- Awesome!
- That does actually sound pretty fun.
- I just have one question.
I don't wanna play.
- Three, two, one.
Go!
- Oh, let's just get this over with.
- Right, if you want to capture a princess,
you have to think like a princess.
Given I am a princess, I just have
to think like myself.
On second thought, maybe that wasn't the best idea.
Oh-oh!
- Hee hee, one down!
- Ah, tastes quite nice actually.
- I bet Lilliana thinks she's got this in the bag.
Well I'll show her.
Speak of the devil.
(upbeat music)
Reach for the sky Lilliana.
Very good Lilliana, very good.
Fool me once, shame on me,
but fool me twice, a ha!
Blast.
Very good again Lilliana.
Fool me twice, shame on me.
A ha, again.
Okay, no more, I'm not falling for it again.
- Wise choice Olivia. - Thanks cut out.
Wait!
Rats.
- Ew.
Stupid, muddy, forest.
Right, time for a sit down I think.
A ha!
This should do the trick.
- (laughs) This is far too easy.
Just Isabella to catch now.
- [Malic] Ahem, I think you're forgetting someone.
- Malice, you're playing now are you?
- I sure am, and guess what I just finished?
- Whoa.
- Prepare dear Lilliana to feel the wrath of my
Slime Cannon Ultra Mega Super Great Awesome Mega Ultra 3000!
- Ha, good name.
- Oh quiet.
Huh?
- (laughs) Better luck next time Malice.
- Uh oh.
- Time to finish this game off once and for--
(explosion booms)
- Oh, I guess that makes me the winner.
Anyone for a game of chess?
(upbeat music)
- They should be here any second.
Now!
- Olivia! - Huh?
Oh Esme, you're late.
- Sorry.
I was just adding
the finishing touches to our midnight feast.
- You mean you were eating our midnight feast?
- A good chef always tastes what they cook, Oivia.
- (sighs) Well where are the others?
Ah!
- Sorry I'm late Olivia, my jet pack broke down
and I had to wait for cloud-side assistance,
you know how it is.
- Since when did you have a jet pack?
- Oh, I just whipped it up this morning!
Still needs a bit of work.
- Well, at least you're here now.
That just leaves Isabella.
She's not very good at travelling by herself.
I hope she's all right.
- Ah, ah, ah.
Come on Isabella, you can do this.
Three, two, one.
Phew.
- Ahem.
- What, these are brand new shoes.
- Right, now we're all here,
the sleepover can finally commence.
- Yay! - All right!
- Item number one on the agenda: Pillow fight.
- Okay, but first, let's lay down the ground rules.
No--
- Game on princesses.
(gulping)
Ah! (laughs)
(moaning)
Ha ha, this palace aint' big enough for the four of us.
- Right.
Item number two:
Midnight feast.
Wow, you really didn't eat all the midnight feast Esme.
- Oh no, this pile was at least twice the size
before I had my, snack.
- Well, I can't wait to dig in.
(burping)
- Oops, still hungry I guess.
- Right, item number three: Ghost stories.
- Ooh!
Ooh.
(giggling)
- [Oliva] Ahem.
- Sorry.
- Right Isabella, you go first.
- Me?
Ummm, okay, um.
This is the story of the um?
Muffin.
- Muffin?
- Muffin.
- Monster.
Yes, that's right, the muffin monster.
Once upon a time, there was a muffin monster.
And it ate everyone.
The end.
- Well that wasn't very good.
- Let's just go to bed.
- Muffin monster, eh?
This gives me an idea.
(laughing)
- [Monster] Muffin.
(snoring)
(knocking)
- Huh?
(growling)
(screams)
(screaming)
- Muffin!
- Ha ha ha, now this is a ghost story!
- Help, someone help, help!
- Muffin monster!
(sniffing)
(growling)
- Huh?
- Now that's what I call a midnight feast.
- Spoil sports.
(happy music)
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