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SIDE 1

Oh, you ungrateful little --

Girls! Girls! That's quite enough. Hurry along now, both of you. I won't have you upsetting yourselves.

(CINDERELLA looks at her torn dress. STEPMOTHER sneers at CINDERELLA.)

Goodnight, Cinderella.

(STEPMOTHER and the STEPSISTERS exit. CINDERELLA collapses to the ground.)

Cinderella tried to be brave and hide her tears, but it was too much. The mice tried to comfort her, but it was no use.

There's nothing left to believe in. Nothing.

(Suddenly, FAIRY GODMOTHER appears.)

Nothing, my dear? Oh, now, you don't really mean that.

Why, who are you?

I'm your Fairy Godmother.

But that's impossible.

Nonsense, child. If it were impossible, I wouldn't be here. And here I am.

(CINDERELLA gasps as FAIRY GODMOTHER helps her to her feet.)

Oh, come now. Dry those tears. You can't go to the ball looking like that.

The ball? Oh, but I'm not.

Of course you are. But we'll have to hurry, because even miracles take a little time.

Miracles?

Oh yes! Now run to the garden and pick me the prettiest rose. And when you return, you'll be off to the ball in no time!

Really, Fairy Godmother?

Really and truly. Now run along!

(CINDERELLA runs off. FAIRY GODMOTHER gathers the MICE around her.)

Now, let's see. Um, I'm going to need a little help here. Are you ready?

Ready, ready!!!

I'd say the first thing we need is, um, a pumpkin.

(The MICE fetch a pumpkin and place it at FAIRY GODMOTHER's feet.)

Wonderful! Now, um, now, uh, the magic words. um, oh - oh, yes!

SIDE 2

Why, it's all like a dream - a wonderful dream come true!

Yes, my child. But remember, the spell lasts only till midnight.

Midnight? Oh, thank you!

You must understand, my dear. On the stroke of twelve, the spell will be broken and everything will be as it was before.

Oh, I understand!