And he’s roaming the wild, awaiting his chance for revenge! ROOOAAR!!!įergus: Let him return! I’ll finish what I gobbled in the first place. Merida: Mor’du has never been seen since. Merida: WHOOSH! One swipe, his sword shattered, then, CHOMP! Dad’s leg was clean off! Down that monster’sįergus: Awwwwww! That’s my favorite part! Poof! įergus: From nowhere, the biggest bear you’ve ever seen! Its hide littered with the weapons of fallen Merida: But every once in a while, there’s a day when I don’t have to be a princess. See Merida holding a bird with Fergus standing beside her, as Merida tries to feed the bird it flies off and attacks Fergus, Merida starts laughing as Fergus tries to fend off the bird] A princess does not chortle! Doesn’t stuff her gob! Rises early… Is compassionate… Patient! Cautious! Clean! And above all, a princess strives for… Well, perfection! She doesn’t make doodle! That’s a C, dear. A princess must be knowledgeable about her kingdom. Merida: A Robyn, jolly Robyn, and thou shalt knowe of myn.Įlinor: Project! Įlinor: Pronounciate! You must be understood from anywhere in the room, or it’s all for naught. She’s in charge of every single day of my life. My whole life is planned out, until the day I become, well, my mother. I’ve got duties, responsibilities, expectations. They get away with murder! I can never get away with anything! I’m the princess. I became a sister to three new brothers, the princes. The story of how my father lost his leg to the demon bear, Mor’du, became legend. It’s the one thing we search for, or fight to change. Others say fate is woven together like a cloth, so that one’s destiny intertwines with many others. Merida: Some say our destiny is tied to the land, as much a part of us as we are of it. įergus: Mor’du! Elinor, hide! Come on, you! :Young Merida: Well he should, cause it’s true. Before we see a dancing charging bubu or a giant… Įlinor: Your father doesn’t believe in magic. Young Merida: I saw a wisp! I saw a wisp!Įlinor: A wisp? You know, some say that Will O’ the Wisps lead you to your fate.įergus: Oh, aye! Or an arrow! Come on, let’s be off. Įlinor: Merida! Come on, sweetheart, we’re leaving now… That’s right, keep both eyes open, and…boost. Why not use your very own? Now, there’s a good girl. Young Merida: Can I shoot an arrow? Can I? Can I? Can I? Can I? Please, can I? įergus: Not with that. Where is my little Birthday girl, hm? I’m going to gobble her up when I find her! I’m going to eat you! Ach! Fergus, no weapons on the table! Elinor: Where are you? Come out! Come out! Come on out! I’m coming to get you! Where are you, you little rascal? I’m coming to get you! Hmm.
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