Pub Thugs and Rapunzel

RAPUNZEL: [deep breath]
Okay.[opens closet, Flynn falls out]
Uh? [examines Flynn]
Hmm.

[Rapunzel pulls chair. Pascal wakes up Flynn.]

FLYNN:
Agh! Huh? Uh? [struggles] Is this hair?

RAPUNZEL:
Struggling… struggling is pointless.

FLYNN:
Huh?

RAPUNZEL:
I know why you’re here, and I’m not afraid of you.

FLYNN:
What?

RAPUNZEL:
Who are you? And how did bạn find me?

FLYNN:
Aha.

RAPUNZEL:
Who are you, and how did bạn find me?

FLYNN:
Mm-hm. I know not who bạn are, nor how I came to find you, but may I just say…
Hi. How ya doin’? The name’s Flynn Rider. How’s your ngày goin’? Huh?

RAPUNZEL:
Ugh! Who else knows...

FLYNN:
This is the story of how I died.

Don't worry, this is actually a very fun story and the truth is, it isn't even mine.

This is the story of a girl named Rapunzel and it starts with the sun

Now, once upon a time, a single drop of sunlight fell from the heavens and from this small drop of sun, grew a magic, golden flower. It had the ability to heal the sick and injured.

Oh, bạn see that old woman over there? bạn might want to remember her. She's kind of important.

Well, centuries passed, and a hop skip and a thuyền ride away there grew a kingdom. The kingdom was ruled bởi a beloved king...

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FLYNN:
Uh, uh… Agh! Oh no. No no no no no no no no no no, this is bad, this is very, very bad, this is really bad… They just can’t get my nose right!

STABBINGTON:
Who cares?

FLYNN:
Well it’s easy for bạn to say! bạn guys look amazing.

[Boxed in]
FLYNN:
Uh, all right, okay, give me a boost, and I’ll pull bạn up.

STABBINGTON:
Give us the bao nhỏ bằng da, túi xách, satchel first.

FLYNN:
Uh? I just–I can’t believe that after all we’ve been through together, bạn don’t trust me? Ouch.

STABBINGTON:
Now help us up, pretty boy.

FLYNN:
Sorry, my hands are full.

STABBINGTON:
What? Rider!

[chase]
CAPTAIN:
Retrieve that...

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[Pascal hides behind the window]
RAPUNZEL:
Ha! Hmm, well, I guess Pascal's not hiding out here...

[Pascal sniggers. Rapunzel finds him]
RAPUNZEL:
Gotcha! That's twenty-two for me. How about twenty three out of forty five?

[Pascal frowns]
RAPUNZEL:
Okay, well, what do bạn wanna do?

[Pascal motions to go outside]
RAPUNZEL:
Yeah, I don't think so. I like it in here and so do you. [Pascal sticks out tongue] Oh, come on, Pascal, it's not so bad in there...

RAPUNZEL: [singing]
7 AM, the usual morning lineup:
Start on the chores and sweep 'til the floor's all clean
Polish and wax, do laundry, and mop...