(WHISTLING TUNE)
Presenting Tangled, a story about a close personal friend of mine.
Oh, Rapunzel, let down your hair.
Mother!
Now, remember, Rapunzel, to never go see anyone or do anything fun ever.
-I wanna go see the floating lights. -No!
(SINGING) When will my life begin?
They just can't get my nose right.
Here comes the smolder.
(LOW GROWLING)
(SCREAMING)
Yay! A mysterious tower to hide from vindictive horses in.
Take me to see flying light fixtures, you roguish knave.
Smolder!
(LOW GROWLING)
I'm free! I'm a terrible daughter!
I've never been happier! I need therapy.
Is that a tavern?
(SINGING) Dreams, dreams We got dreams
We got them...
Floating thingies.
Psst! Gale, that's your cue.
(GASPS) Ooh!
(YELPS)
(SINGING) At last I see the light
Your smoldering boyfriend is gonna hang.
No! (GASPS)
OLAF: Mother Gothel dies. (SOBS)
May my life-giving tears spew forth from my eyeballs and heal you.
Hey, I don't feel dead at all anymore.
(LOW GROWLING)
Yay! And, look, new parents who aren't soul-crushing monsters.
Group hug.
(UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)