The Revolt of Paradise Estate

*Sweet Stuff and Baby Cuddles are sitting on the couch, listening to Paradise telling a story. Paradise energetically stamps her foot every time she says "boom".*

Paradise: And so the giant chased after the little grundle, and as he chased, he went boom, boom, boom! The grundle ran fast, but the giant took giant steps . . . boom, boom, boom! Coming closer and closer . . . boom, boom, boom! The tiny grundle--

*Cherries Jubilee walks in*

Paradise: Oh, hello Cherries Jubilee!

Cherries Jubilee: What's the story?

Paradise: Oh, it's about the giant that goes . . . BOOM!

Cherries Jubilee: I thought you were gonna be fixing things up! See? Everything needs work!

Paradise: Not everything . . .

*A piece of plaster from the ceiling falls onto Paradise's head.*

Paradise: Ouch!

*Sweet Stuff giggles.*

Cuddles: Oh my!

Cherries Jubilee: Yes, everything!

Paradise: Okay.

Sweet Stuff: Baby Cuddles, why don't you run along for your nap? Paradise and I will get to work!

*Cut to a scene of Paradise hammering near one of the doors of the Estate.*

Paradise (to the door): Don't you dare!

*The door falls inward, revealing Sweet Stuff.*

Sweet Stuff: Gosh, Paradise, I'm sorry!

Paradise: It's not you, Sweet Stuff.

*She drops her hammer, which falls through a hole in the floor.*

Paradise: It's Paradise Estate! It's simply . . . falling apart. Even our tools are a mess!

Sweet Stuff: But we promised we'd fix up the estate, and I just couldn't face the other ponies if we failed!

Paradise: Come help me oil this shade.

*Sweet Stuff holds open the shade while Paradise oils it, but as Sweet Stuff lets go of the cord, the oil can falls into the shade, squirting oil everywhere.*

Sweet Stuff: Oh dear!

Paradise: I don't understand it!

*Paradise and Sweet Stuff are shown outside. Paradise is retiling part of the roof.*

Paradise: It's never this hard in fairy tales. I heard a story once about a wizard who cleaned up a whole kingdom just by snapping his fingers!

Sweet Stuff: I wish it were as easy for us!

Paradise (laying a final piece of tile down): There! Solid as a rock sliiiiiide!

*The tiles cascade down the roof, falling in a heap on the ground.*

Paradise: I have had it! Come on, Sweet Stuff!

Sweet Stuff: Where are we going?

Paradise: To get some decent tools!

*The two ponies set off.*

*Later, they are walking along . . .*

Paradise: I'm glad we did this. We needed a break, Sweet Stuff! Housework is so . . . so boring. Why can't life be more like a storybook anyway?

*A sudden glow of light appears as a gaunt peddler pulling a wooden wagon unexpectedly answers Paradise's question*

Beezun: A good question indeed, but chores need not be dreary if you have the right equipment!

Sweet Stuff: Why, he's got just what we've been looking for!

Paradise: Yes! Why, we need some nails, and a new broom, and--

Beezun: Heh heh heh . . . Well, I could sell you all those things, but this can of magic paint is all you really need.

Paradise: Paint?

Sweet Stuff: You're kidding, right?

Beezun: It will solve all your household problems! I guarantee anything this paint touchs will be transformed into something new and wonderful! You may even have this can as a free sample.

Paradise (sniffing the can): All right . . . we'll take it!

Sweet Stuff: But Paradise!

Paradise: Haven't you ever heard the one about "never look a gift pony in the mouth"?

*She takes the can*

Paradise: Thank you!

*Beezun watches the ponies walk away and begins cackling when they are out of hearing distance.*

*Back at Paradise Estate, Cherries Jubilee, Posey, Cupcake, Paradise, and Sweet Stuff all stand around the can of magic paint.*

Cherries Jubilee: Magic paint??

Cupcake: When, Paradise, when are you going to stop believing such crazy stories?

Paradise: Well . . . it can't hurt to try it out!

*She brushes some paint on the wall.*

Sweet Stuff: You've got to admit, it looks a little better!

*All the ponies gasp as the paint begins working.*

Cupcake: What do you know . . . it is magic!

Cherries Jubilee (grabbing a brush): Well, come on!

*The ponies break into song.*

Cherries Jubilee: Isn't it amazing what a fresh coat of paint,
A fresh coat of paint can do?
Things frayed and worn and suddenly reborn!
Everything looks brand new!

Paradise: How the world awakens with a fresh coat of paint,
A fresh coat of paint's like spring!

Sweet Stuff: Spirits revive!

Cupcake: The whole world comes alive!

Clock & Lamp: And everything starts to sing!

Cherries Jubilee: Things that are drab seem a lot less duller . . .

All: When you add a touch of color!

Chair: Brush a coat of paint on and you'll get a surprise!
You'll open your eyes--

Paradise: And faint!

Furniture: You won't believe what wonders you'll achieve
With a fresh coat of paint,
With a fresh coat of paint!

Sweet Stuff: The magic paint! It brought everything to life!

Victrola: Well, don't just stand there with your mouths a-gaping! Say something!

Sweet Stuff: Uh . . . hi?

Posey: Aren't you the sofa I was supposed to fix?

Sofa: The very same, except I fixed myself, dontcha know!

*Posey goes to work in her garden*

Picket (from a picket fence): Can I help? Can I? Huh huh? Can I? Can I?

Posey: Oh . . . certainly!

Picket: Don't skimp on the begonias!

Posey: Uh oh, I need more water.

Watering can: I'll get it!

*The watering can runs over to the faucet.*

Watering can: Fill ‘er up, buddy! Hehe, that tickles!

*The watering can runs back to Posey, jumps onto her head, and begins sprinkling the flowers. Posey giggles.*

*In the meantime, Cuddles is talking to her baby buggy.*

Cuddles: You my favorite baby buggy! You my bestest friend ever!

Baby buggy: And I always will be, Baby Cuddles.

Cuddles: I love you!

*The baby buggy sings Cuddles to sleep.*

*Meanwhile, Cupcake is trying to bake in the kitchen.*

Pot: Hey, turn me down already! I'm boiling over!

Cupcake: Okay, okay! Don't have a fit!

Spoon: Hey, hurry it up already! Do you think I want to be stuck in this goop all day?

*Cupcake gives an exasperated sigh.*

*And in the gym . . .*

Exercise machine: Come on, Cherries Jubilee, you can do it! Just ten more reps! That's it! Come on! Go, Jubilee, go!

Cherries Jubilee: Hey, lighten up, huh?

*At the front door, Paradise walks in.*

Floorboard: Hey, wipe your feet! I was just polished!

Paradise: Well, excuse me!

Featherduster: I've wanted to give these wretched ponies a piece of my mind for some time now!

Sweet Stuff (walking in): What's going on, Paradise? The whole place is getting so pushy!

*The furniture makes angry comments at this remark.*

*In the meantime, Posey goes to her garden once more, humming to herself.*

Picket: Watch it! Don't trample the petunias!

Posey: Sorry! I-I'll be more careful!

Watering can: Lay off! The roses don't need much water!

Posey: Okay, okay!

Watering can (to the fence): This nag doesn't know what to do! She only gets in the way!

Picket: I say get rid of her!

Posey (fleeing from her gardening tools): I'll do better! I promise!

Tools: Scram! Beat it!

*The garden gate slams behind Posey.*

Posey: My garden!

*Meanwhile, the kitchen utensils are ordering Cupcake around.*

Cupcake: I'm going to have a nervous breakdown!

*She runs for the door, but it slams in front of her.*

Door: Back to work!

Paradise (from the dumbwaiter shaft (?)): Cupcake! Over here!

Cupcake: Am I glad to see you!

*She also flees through the shaft*

*In another part of Paradise Estate . . .*

Floor: Sweep me!

Bedpost: Polish me!

Victrola: Gas me!

Exercise machine: Harder! Faster!

Cherries Jubilee: I can't take it any more!

Exercise machine: You can't quit now; you still have twenty sets to go!

Cherries Jubilee: I can't take it!

*Cherries Jubilee loses it and runs for the door--but barbells bar her way.*

Barbells: Hey, where do you think you're goin'?

Cherries Jubilee (crying): Let me out!

Paradise (pushing open a window): Cherries Jubilee! Run for it!

*Cherries Jubilee leaps out the window.*

Lamp (advancing agressively): You ponies can't keep nothin' neat!

Sofa: Why, we do a better job ourselves, dontcha know!

*The furniture begins chasing the ponies.*

Featherduster (to Sweet Stuff): Go on, shoo!

*Sweet Stuff sneezes, then flees. All the ponies break out or are thrown out of Paradise Estate. Most dramatic exit award goes to Gingerbread (catapulted from a chair) and Sweet Stuff (jumps through a closed window.)*

*In the Lullabye Nursery, the baby buggy is still singing a lullabye to Baby Cuddles when Paradise flies in*

Cuddles: What's goin' on?

Paradise: Baby Cuddles!

Cuddles: Paradise, what's a-matter?

Paradise: We've got to get out of here!

*Paradise grabs Cuddles and heads for a window.*

Cuddles: No! Don't wanna leave! My buggy!

Baby buggy: Baby Cuddles! Don't leave me!

*Outside, most of the ponies are gathered.*

Cupcake: Oh dear, oh dear! Is that everyone?

Cherries Jubilee: Almost.

*Baby Ribbon and Baby Lickety-Split are chased down the stairs of the nursery, then slide out on a rug.*

Rug: You quads, you're crushing my fibers!

*The gate slams behind the baby ponies.*

Gate: Stay out!

Sweet Stuff: But that's our home!

Cherries Jubilee: Not anymore, Sweet Stuff.

*Sweet Stuff and Cherries Jubilee break into tears.*

*A little later . . .*

Sweet Stuff: I say we go back in there and show that furniture who's boss!

Cherries Jubilee: We'd only get thrown out again. Sweet Stuff, we've got to find that peddler and pray he knows how to reverse the magic paint's effects!

*So the ponies begin walking. Paradise trails a little behind the others, carrying Cuddles by the scruff of her neck.*

Cuddles: Don't wanna go! Want baby buggy!

Paradise: No, Baby Cuddles! It's dangerous! You just stay with us--understand?

*She drops the baby and trots to catch up with the other ponies.*

*Cuddles pauses, then heads back towards the estate.*

Cuddles: Hafta get buggy!

*Cuddles approaches the door to the Nursery.*

Door: Keep out! Stay away!

*Cuddles gasps and runs around the side of the building, where she sees a grate. She pushes it open and crawls through to the basement.*

Cuddles: Hang on, buggy! Cuddles comin'!

*Meanwhile, the rest of the ponies stand on the dirt road.*

Paradise: This is where we met him.

Cherries Jubilee: Well, he's long gone now.

Sweet Stuff: We've got to keep looking!

*Back at the Nursery, Cuddles creeps down the corridors.*

Cuddles: Buggy! You there?

Baby buggy (wheeling into view): Oh, Baby Cuddles!

Cuddles: Buggy!

*They hug. Suddenly, they are startled by an army of hostile chairs.*

Chairs: Hey you!

Cuddles: Come on, buggy! Quick!

*They run away from the chairs and hide in the basement.*

Cuddles: Whew, safe! No painted stuff here! But what are we gonna do now?

Baby buggy (looking towards the window): Hey, look!

*Cuddles and the buggy watch Beezun walk up to the main gate of Paradise Estate.*

Beezun (to the door): Let me in!

Door: Go away!

Beezun (pulling out his wand and using it against the door): I said . . . LET . . . ME . . . IN!

*Look for the horror movie cam as Beezun says that line.*

*In the meantime . . .*

Paradise: Face it . . . we're looking for a piece of hay in a needlestack!

Cherries Jubilee: Oh, I hate to admit it, but there's only one person who can help us now: the Moochic! To the Mushromp!

*While the ponies head for the Mushromp, Beezun stands in the middle of Paradise Estate, surrounded by hostile furniture.*

Vanity: Go away!

Clock: Stay back!

Lamp: Get out!

Beezun: Silence!

Coffee table (sounding a lot like Mr. T): I wanna see you LEAVE!

*Beezun uses his wand against the coffee table.*

Beezun: Perhaps then you are beginning to understand . . . Paradise Estate is MINE!

*As Beezun terrorizes the furniture, the ponies (minus Cuddles) are talking to the Moochic.*

Moochic: Magic paint, eh? Ooo, ah, that's a new one on me! Oh, my word! I'm going to have to see this situation for myself. Now, let's get a look at that home of yours, hmm?

*The Moochic forms a cloud of purple smoke with his walking stick, and the image of Paradise Estate appears in it. All the furniture is busy cleaning.*

Cherries Jubilee: All our things! Why are they so frightened?

*As if to answer her question, Beezun appears in the scene.*

Beezun: Work, you wretches! Harder! It was my magic that gave you life! You are mine now! I, Beezun, am now master of Paradise Estate!

Sweet Stuff: It's him!

Paradise: The one who gave us the paint!

Moochic: Ooo, well that explains it! Beezun is a powerful sorceror! His power is in his wand. Ooo, he must have known of your need for paint before you even met him! Hmm, this has all been part of a carefully conceived plan to steal your home!

Paradise: Our things may have turned against us, but Paradise Estate is still our home!

Cherries Jubilee: Then let's go get it back!

*Meanwhile, back at the estate, a mop begins mopping the floor.*

Floor: Oh, for crying out loud! I was just mopped an hour ago!

Mop: Beezun ordered me to mop you again. Oh, this sure ain't like the old days!

Featherduster: Oh, how I miss the ponies! They were so nice! So tidy!

*And the furniture spontaneously breaks into song.*

Clock: Remember those times when the ponies were here?

Lamp: They lit up the world--well, pretty darn near!

Clock: Remember those times till the ponies left town?

*Watch as the clock sings this--you will see Gusty and Ribbon portrayed as earthlings.*

Rug: Things were looking up!

Light: Now they're all falling . . .

All: . . . down!

Couch: With the ponies, you knew where ya stood!

Clock: They dusted every room when it could use it!

Door: Then they went out the door for good . . .

Clock & Lamp: You never really know what you've got till you lose it . . .

Clock: Recalling those times almost brings me to tears!

Victrola: If I heard the ponies sing, it would be music to my ears!

Spactula & two bowls: But why stir up those memories of way back when?

All: We'll never see those ponies again!

*Apparently Beezun hears the song, because he aims a bolt of energy at one of the featherdusters.*

Featherduster:: Ahhhh!!

Beezun: Get back to work!

Lamp (hearing the trampling of hooves in the distance): Ponies!

Beezun: Keep the ponies out!

*The furniture marches over to the main door and blockades it.*

*Meanwhile, as the ponies charge . . .*

Paradise: Hold it! Beezun's probably got every scrap of furniture ready to fight us--and the door won't even let us in!

Cherries Jubilee: Then I say . . . break it down!

All: Charge!

*Beezun instructs the furniture, just in case they missed the point . . .*

Beezun: Keep them out, I say! Out! They must stay ou--

*The baby buggy knocks Beezun into the air, catches him, and wheels out of sight. Baby Cuddles runs up.*

Cuddles: Listen stuff--when you like more, now or before?

Furniture: Before!

Cuddles: Who you like more, Beezun or ponies?

Furniture: Ponies!

Cuddles: Then let the ponies in!

*The furniture moves away from the door. Unable to stop quicky, the ponies end up in a heap by the wall.*

Cherries Jubilee: Let's get Beezun!

*The ponies and furniture run down the corridors.*

*Meantime, the baby buggy has deposited Beezun in the basement. Not surprisingly, he is a little upset.*

Beezun (flourishing his wand): You dare trifle with me??

*The buggy scoots up the stairs to escape Beezun. Beezun follows, but panics when he sees a posse of ponies and furniture bearing down on him.*

Beezun: NO! NO!

*Beezun runs through a door, only to be confronted with hostile bedroom furnishings. He uses his wand to make them inanimate again and runs out of the room. The ponies and furniture chase after. Beezun uses his wand on some of the furniture.*

Sweet Stuff: He turned them back to normal!

Cherries Jubilee: Let's get ‘im!

*As Paradise and Sweet Stuff chase after Beezun, they slip, ending up in a bedroom instead.*

Paradise: I've got a plan!

*Meanwhile, Beezun has just removed the effects of the magic paint from the kitchen.*

Cherries Jubilee: He . . . he . . . he turned the whole place back to normal!

Beezun: There's nothing to protect you now! With one flick of my magic wand, I can snuff you out of existence! Are you willing to risk it?

*The ponies exchange glances.*

Beezun: Very well!

*As he prepares to use his wand, Paradise flies over, dropping the magic paint onto Beezun's wand.*

Paradise: Take back your magic paint!

Beezun: Noooo!

*Beezun's wand cackles maniacally as the paint brings it to life.*

Magic wand: For centuries I've been your slave, Beezun! But now you're mine! All mine! Now you'll learn some manners!

Beezun: Noooo!

Magic wand (chasing Beezun out of the estate): No more waving me day and night, working me into exhaustion! We'll see how you like it!

*The ponies giggle*

*A little later . . .*

Cherries Jubilee: This place is in worse shape than before!

Paradise: That's fine with me. There's nothing better than a sense of accomplishment to make you feel all good inside!

Cherries Jubilee: Why Paradise, I never thought I'd hear you say that!

Sweet Stuff: It certainly is nice to have everything back to normal!

Cuddles: Normal? Everything?

*Cuddles goes over to the nursery to look at her buggy.*

Cuddles (climbing in): I miss baby buggy!

*The buggy glows slightly and hums a lullabye. Cuddles gives a contented sigh and falls asleep.*

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