Tangled: The Series (2017) s02e17 Episode Script

Mirror, Mirror

1 (theme music playing) I got the wind in my hair and a fire within 'Cause there's something beginning I got a mystery to solve and excitement to spare That beautiful breeze blowing through I'm ready to follow it who knows where And I'll get there I swear With the wind in my hair (wind blowing) (thunder booms) (quill scratching paper) (chittering) Eight perfect slices.
Ugh, Raps, do you mind? - What? - (whistling) (sighs) (whistling continues) Lance, please.
Yes, please, the song is awful.
Speaking of awful, I see you're looking at yourself again, pretty boy.
Well, it beats looking at you.
Besides, without proper brow maintenance, the smolder cannot work to full effect.
If the effect you're going for is to make me nauseous, I'd say it's working perfectly.
EUGENE: Well, it wasn't what I was going for, but since you are nauseated, let's call it a happy accident.
CASSANDRA: I'll show you a "happy accident.
" - (grunts) Oops, my bad.
- (metal clangs) See that? Even the frog can't stand your whistling anymore.
Oh yeah? And what does the little greenie-weenie know about music? - He doesn't even have ears.
- (squeaking in frustration) And you with the scratching.
What could you possibly be drawing in that journal now? Well, I would try to explain it, but you clearly know nothing about art.
Ugh, okay, that was mean.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, look.
I know our little ticks are getting on each other's nerves, because we are all stuck in here together.
But on the bright side, we're all in here together.
- So, let's just have some fun with it.
- (Lance whistling) Lance, if you do not stop whistling, I will throttle you! (horses neigh) ALL: Whoa! (thunder crashes) Well, it's official.
We are stuck.
CASSANDRA: I guess we'll just have to wait out the storm in here.
RAPUNZEL: Or maybe not.
Raps, I know what you're thinking, but that place creeps me out.
- Hang on, I want to have a look.
- Ugh, could you be more annoying? - Hmm, let me see.
- Ow! Ha-ha! Would you look at that? I can be.
Look, Raps, I can see where this is going.
You're going to say something like, "That shell house looks like a warm, dry place.
" And then I say, "Let's not rush into anything.
We should be careful" (sighs) And they're gone.
(grunts, groans) (thunder crashes) Hello! We are so sorry to bother you, but our caravan got stuck in the mud.
(with a French accent): A carriage stuck in the mud, is a carriage that's quite a dud.
It's a rhyme.
(chuckles) Look how wet all of you are.
Do you suppose that's because of the rain? Uh, could we come in? Of course, of course.
My name is Matthews, and you are all welcome.
Except the horses.
They shed too much and leave 'oof prints in the carpeting.
Oui? It's the stable for you! (lock clanks) Wow! This place is amazing.
It is, yes, but so are pockets.
You can put anything in one, so long as it's smaller than the pocket itself.
You know, I like to put my hands in mine.
RAPUNZEL: Right, okay.
So, this place is made entirely of shells? MATTHEWS: I see you've noticed.
Let me guess.
You must be the genius of the group, oui? Indeed, a large shell house in the middle of the forest doesn't seem to belong, but then again, neither do you.
And yet, here you are.
There are refreshments in the lounge and rooms enough for all of you.
Thank you so much, Mr.
Matthews.
And, don't worry, you won't even know that we're Shorty, put those down! - (Lance giggles) - I said, put those down! - No, you said, "Shorty, put those down.
" - You are ridiculous.
- Stop scolding him.
- Thank you, Cassandra.
- Stay out of this, Lance.
- (groans) Um (chuckles awkwardly) Mr.
Matthews, it's so beautiful here.
What is this place? It's called, "The House of Yesterday's Tomorrow.
" "Yesterday's Tomorrow.
" So, then, today? I never use one word where two will do, right, correct? Sure I guess.
(chuckles) Oh, you're just milking it now.
Here are the guest bedrooms.
Please, enjoy your stay however long that may be.
Here, Shorty, at least wipe your face.
Not my style.
- Something's not right.
- What'd you mean? I mean, why is this huge place just sitting here, in the middle of nowhere? And that guy, or inn keeper, or whatever he is, just takes us in, offers us food and a place to stay for the night, without asking for a single coin? Hello, handsome.
Can you tell me where to find the dining hall? Hey, don't I know you? (growls) I'm telling you, it just doesn't make sense.
Look, Cass, I know this is weird, but you gotta admit, this isn't the weirdest thing we've seen on the road.
(knocking on door) What're you two waiting for? Dinner's ready.
Ugh, fine.
Come on, would you put that thing down? And why would I? You never put your sword down.
Shorty, you're using a napkin instead of nothing.
Oh, so I am, huh.
Please, pass the bread.
- Thank you.
- "Thank you"? Uh Beard, yam! Shorty, are you feeling okay? (chittering) Um, what do you mean exactly when you say "Something's wrong with Shorty"? Didn't you see him at dinner? Perfect posture, impeccable manners, his breath wasn't stomach-churning.
- Something is off.
- You're beginning to sound like Cass.
I'm serious.
Shorty isn't right.
It's almost like he was somebody else pretending to be Shorty.
- Oh, wait, here he comes.
- (Shorty groans) Quick, in here.
- (whispering) What's he doing? - I don't know, it's Shorty.
He probably thinks he made a new friend.
Look, I'm not seeing anything out of the ordinary.
Hey, Shorty.
Well, if it isn't my stalwart companion, Lance Wardington.
You're looking extraordinarily dapper.
Take a look for yourself.
I literally wear the same thing every day, but thanks for noticing Aah! (stammers) Wha? We have to find out what these impostors, or doubles or whatever they are, want.
But we have to be careful.
EUGENE (muffled): Careful, got it.
(grunts) All right, half-pint.
Wha? Aah! - Eugene! - (groans) (WEAKLY): He must be working out.
You are messing with the wrong people! 'Cause if you think we're scared of a couple of living reflections with crazy strength, well, think again! (groans) Okay, so explain this to me again? Lance and Shorty aren't Lance and Shorty? Look, I don't get it either, but that is not Shorty.
I mean, this Shorty knocked me down.
I once saw the real Shorty lose a fight to a trout on dry land.
So, where are the real Lance and Shorty? I'm not sure.
But, somehow, I think they're trapped inside that mirror from the hallway.
- Okay, this is just insane.
- It is insane.
Don't believe her, Cassandra.
I'm the real Shorty.
Okay, okay.
Shorty knowing who Cassandra is, is fishy, but him knowing who he is? There is definitely something to this impostor thing.
Of course, the question becomes if they're not really them, how do we know the rest of us are who we say we are? (thunder crashes) Okay, if we're gonna get our real friends back, we have to know who to trust.
So, I have to conduct some tests to prove there are no more impostors.
Hold on, you're going to conduct the tests? Well, you could be a mirror person too.
Ugh, you're right.
How do you want to test me? EUGENE: The real Rapunzel can find the art in even the dullest situations.
Turn it into something beautiful.
Okay, okay.
All right, let's see.
And voila! EUGENE: A diorama of Corona.
I am impressed.
But any respectable artist would be able to create a completely edible repilca - Aah! Uncle Monty! - Yeah, that's her.
Now, who's next? Okay, Pascal, show me the colors of the Corona flag.
Good.
Now how about the color of a bimberry? Ooh! Now do the color that Lance turned when he got poisoned by that spider bite.
You know, I'm not even the real Lance, but that's messed up.
All right, rapid fire.
Old lady Crowley.
Ulf! Ulf's favorite color! My favorite color! That's right! Because all of them are equally amazing in their own way.
He's the real Pascal! Next test.
Okay, Eugene, just a couple of questions.
- Fire away, blondie.
- First, what is Maximus's favorite food? - Apples.
- What is Pete the Guard's middle name? The.
Also, Stan's middle name.
Correct.
Now, which of these posters is an accurate representation of the real Eugene Fitzherbet, aka Flynn Rider? Ooh Trick question! No artist can accurately capture all of this.
- That's Eugene! - Cass, you're up.
Now, I was going to write in my journal to see if the noise bothered you, but I must have left it in the caravan.
However, I did find this apple.
So, Cass, chop this into eight perfect slices.
- Now? - Yes, right now.
- Well, I'm I-I could break something.
- You got room.
Did you see this rug? It'll make a mess.
- Cass! - All right, all right, all right.
All right.
EUGENE: Yeah, I'm gonna go with not Cass.
(grunts) Aah! Okay, we're back in the armoire again.
That was close.
Are you okay? Where's the chameleon? Wait.
Did you just call Pascal a chameleon? - Wait? - So there's my journal! That's how you know my secrets! No! I was just holding the journal.
- You dropped it, and, uh - Do the smolder.
Uh Ay! You're not Eugene! Okay, but you gotta admit, I had this Eugene guy down pretty well, right? I mean, I was way better than the other doubles.
(coughs) Shorty.
But how? When? Oh, Rapunzel, Eugene was the first of you to gaze into our mirror.
Oh, come on, you can't be surprised.
Ah, looks like a little hair out of place Aah! But Shorty threw you.
Well, I had to keep up appearances until we could get you into the mirror.
What have you done with my friends? (growls) (all yelling) I said we shouldn't come to this place, but did anyone listen? No.
No, we did not.
But in our defense, we never listen to you! You know what, Fitzherbjerk, I've had about enough of your Guys, guys! Is all this bickering solving anything? I mean, we've been doing nothing but getting on each other's nerves for the last three weeks.
And look where it's gotten us.
I really hate admitting this, but Lance is right.
This isn't helping.
If we've got any chance of getting out of here, it's got to be together.
Exactly.
So, let's see if we can find a less painful way to get out of here? Come on, Shorty.
What are you?! Rapunzel, don't run from us.
It's so much better this way.
No annoying qualities.
No bickering.
ALL: We share the same mind.
It's bliss.
Pascal, run! (shouts) (grunting) With no one left to oppose us, - we will remain free forever.
- What of the lizard? Leave the lizard to me.
Here lizard, lizard, lizard.
Where are you? Come out and show yourself.
Pascal? Pascal, it's me! I knew you would know it was the real me! Come on, we have to figure out how to free our friends.
Aah! EUGENE: They got you too, huh? Remember when we weren't all trapped inside a mirror? That was great.
Yeah, this really is this pits.
Did you just say "the pits"? Whoa, you don't think anything is the pits.
You even call cherry pits "fruit rocks.
" No, no, no.
I-I meant this is not the pits.
(chuckles nervously) - You are not Rapunzel! - Yeah! What are you? I could tell you.
But it would probably be better to show you.
Exactly how is showing us better than telling us? (growls) My reflection's gone.
I wonder if the guys figured out it's not me.
(crying out) It's definitely not her! It's definitely not her! Oh, come on! No, no (growling) (screaming) Now, how did this mirror work? Rapunzel! If you can hear us, help! There's a really freaky you in here! (gasps) I got it! If we can get those doubles to touch the mirror, it'll give our friends a chance to switch back.
How much do you think this mirror weighs? This way, fellow mirror monsters.
I have located the repugnant lizard.
(whispering) Let's go.
Come on, you reptile! You won't get away from us this time! You know, I've had girlfriends get pretty upset with me before, but a mirror demon girlfriend that's a new one.
We're not going down without a fight! A very short, one-sided fight.
Come on, guys, we're not gonna beat this thing going toe-to-toe.
We gotta play to our strengths.
(knuckles crack) Aah! Well, hey there, beautiful.
Huh? Ah! Shorty, go! Ah, well, now that the scary, evil version of my girlfriend is down for the count, what do you think the real deal's up to? Come on.
- Get 'em.
- Wait a second.
Why aren't you (gasps) They're both real.
Quick! Get 'em into that mirror.
Hey! Where is the mirror? Mirror - What mirror? - (growling) Oh, "the mirror.
" Good question.
Let me think.
Where did I see it last? Now I remember.
It's right here! - They're too strong! - Man, you are heavy! We've got to get them off balance.
(yells) Now! Get in there, you handsome devil! (grunting) Ah! We did it! You know, I never thought I'd see a mirror I didn't like looking at.
Is it too late to trade him back for the evil version? (all groaning) Well, I don't know about all of you, but I'd take a night in that rainy caravan over one in this inn any day.
- I'm with you, Fitzherbert.
- Let's get out of here! MATTHEWS: Must you leave so soon? Or did you meet the people in the mirror? I should have warned you about them.
Oh well! Live and learn! Or just live.
The good news is you are welcome to stay as long as you like.
You might even grow to enjoy it.
Enjoy it? Uh, no thank you! We'll take our chances in the rain.
(thunder crashes) I'll take first watch? (quill squeaking) Oh, right.
Quill.
Sorry.
Actually, go ahead.
What's a little scratching noise among friends.
Thanks, but I can write about the mirror later.
Something tells me I will remember it.
(Shorty snoring) Anyone else having trouble sleeping? You know what always makes me feel better (whistling) (Lance and Eugene whistling) (Lance, Flynn, and Cassandra whistling) (all whistling) (whistling continuing) Oh-oh, oh-oh Now I got my eyes open and wide My heart burnin' like fire Feels like I'm so alive I'm never going back Whatever I want now, I'm gonna chase Who I am I can't contain it I'm not gonna hold it in 'Cause there's more of me to give Oh yeah, there's more of me to give