Eugene
Hey! Celebratory cupcake, huh?
Eugene
Hello? Blondie? Come on. You kicked butt and saved the day. What are you upset about?
Eugene, today, I turned my back on a desperate friend in need. I sent the man I love to face possible death, and then did the same to my oldest friend. I entrusted the entire welfare of Corona to a fairytale. In a lot of ways, today was the most difficult day of my life.
Eugene
Sweetheart, what are you saying?
I'm not sure I want to be queen.
Eugene
Hey, Rapunzel, I know today was overwhelming and I can't say I wouldn't be feeling the same way. But you becoming queen is a long time away. Just know that when that time comes, no matter what you decide, I will be right here with you.
(smiles, hugs him) Thank you for bringing my parents home.
Eugene
Hey, you got it.
Sounds like painter's block.
Painter's block? You mean like writer's block?
Yeah. You're just having a hard time being creative, is all.
What the Princess needs is a way to punch through the painter's block.
Eugene
Or what she needs is a little inspiration.
That's it! Come on, Pascal! Let's go find some real inspiration.
It was just like the dream I had after my coronation, only more intense. It was like it was trying to tell something.
I don't know. The rocks, my hair, Varian- It's like they're all connected and I need to find out how.
Eugene
Sorry to interrupt here, but is anyone else a little concerned as to how Rapunzel woke up suspended in midair?
Eugene, was I saw meant something.
Eugene
OK, let's say it did. But what if it was a warning? Telling you to stay in the castle, where you're safe? We got it pretty good here, right? Why don't you leave the mystery behind these rocks alone.
No, I can't. I need answers and I think I know where to start looking.
The kite! It's just like the one from my dream! There's a note- from Varian:
Rapunzel, I need you help now more than ever
I may discovered the mystery of the rocks
Find the bronze graph-tic in my lab
But be careful
They are watching and will do anything to stop you
Eugene
It's always something with that kid.
Eugene
What do you wanna do?
PRPrincess Rapunzel
I'm sorry, Dad. We gotta go to Old Corona.
Oh no. It's Varian's father.
Eugene
Blondie, you OK?
Maybe you were right. Maybe my dream was telling me to stay in the castle, where I belong.
CCasandra
Rapunzel, what are you talking about?
I touched those rocks and now this.
Eugene
Oh, come now. We don't know if any of this is your fault.
We don't know that it's not.
(Revealed to be none other than her adopted father)
Princess, we had orders to take the scroll, to keep it from you.
(Shocked, Rapunzel looks at the scroll, which reveals that the mystical golden flower was made from a single drop of pure sunlight, and that the sinister rock spikes were made of from one single drop of moonlight)
Eugene
Why would your father wanna keep this from you?
I don't know. (firmly) But I'm gonna find out.
Eugene
So, I guess it's a pretty safe bet that Corona won't be hosting a daddy-daughter dance anytime soon? (laughs) (Rapunzel and Pascal stop pacing and looks at him angrily) (Pascal squeaks) Yeah, sorry, not the time for jokes. (Rapunzel sits next to him)
(sighs) I'm not sure what's going on, but I know Corona's in some kind of danger. And I feel like I'm the only one who wants to do anything about it.
Eugene
No, no you're not. Listen. Blondie, no matter what we're up against, I'm with you all the way.
I know, thank you, I just... (sighs) I think I need some time alone.
Eugene
Understood. (about to leave) You know... Things do seem pretty dark right now, but if anyone can find a light, it's you. (Rapunzel smiles) I've got a feeling everything's gonna be okay. (hears Stan) (opens the door)
Quit being so mean, Pete!
Wait! All I said was your breath smells like tree-rot, you are a sub-standard croquet player, and previous instances where I asserted you had a lovely singing voice were patently false. (gasps) (Stan gasps and turns around)
You've always loved my voice! (Rapunzel runs to Pete and Stan)
Pete! What are you doing? Stan's your best friend!
I know, I can't help it! It's like... I have to say whatever's on my mind!
Oh, yeah? Well, you have cookie crumbs on your cheek. (points to Pete's cheek) (runs) (Stan sobbing)
Stan, wait! I'm sorry! (runs after Stan to apologize) (Eugene walks to Rapunzel)
Eugene
You've got enough on your plate, Blondie. Go get some rest. I'll handle this. (walks to the same direction as Pete and Stan)
(sighs) (goes back to her room to sleep on her bed) (having a dream) (waltz music playing) (opens the door and walks into the throne room)
Dad, what it all this? (dancing with her dad)
Look, darling, I feel horrible about the way we left things, and, well, I'm hoping to make it up to you.
Oh, Dad, I'm so relieved to hear that-- (crackling) Ah! (people screaming) Oh! (crackling and rumbling) (panting) (groans)
Stop running, Rapunzel. (appears behind Rapunzel)
(turns around and sees Varian) (gasps) (Varian bends down to pick up Rapunzel's hair then holds her hair)
Face your destiny, or all you hold in your heart will be in grave danger. (tells Rapunzel) (tense music)
Uh... (Rapunzel wakes up and sees her glowing and it knocks the clock and her journal off the nightstands (Pascal squeaking) No, Pascal! (runs to grab her pet when he has tied up) (Pascal squeaks) Oh, Pascal! I would never do anything to hurt you. Come on.
It can be hard to look away from shiny things, huh, buddy?
Eugene
The royal chef just told me my ears were too big for my head.
(laughs) What? No... It's just your head's too small for your ears.
Eugene
No, no, seriously, people are acting really strange.
Then you're gonna love this. (walks to the door) (Eugene walks to Cassandra then she opens the door)
RCRoyal Chef
Huh? I once dropped the king's éclair on the floor, but gave it to him anyway. Uh-oh! (put his hands on his mouth)
(in British accent) People are often impressed by my regal accent, but the truth is, (in American accent) I really sound like this. (put his hands on his mouth) Oh! (runs away) (Eugene closes the door)
Eugene
Yeah, we might wanna look into this. (tells Cassandra)