Belle and Lumiere

This is a fan fiction of Belle’s moment when the Beast dies.

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‘At least I got to see toi one last time’ a dit a dying Beast. Those were the last words that I heard from my dear friend Beast. ‘No please, please don’t leave me…………’I stopped as I was crying so bad. ‘I l’amour toi ‘I finally a dit as I loved the Beast so much and I blamed myself for his death as Gaston killed him, I wanted revenge but what was the point. Suddenly I saw fireworks coming out of nowhere. I saw the Beast rising from above the pavement and into the air. ‘What is going on’ I a dit to myself....

Beauty and the Beast is a 1991 American animated film produced par Walt Disney Feature Animation, released to theaters on November 23, 1991 par Walt Disney Pictures. The story is based on the fairy tale La Belle et la Bête par Jeanne-Marie Le Prince de Beaumont, who was uncredited in the English version of the film but credited in the French version as writer of the novel[2] and also uses some ideas derived from the 1946 French film.[3] It centers around a prince who is transformed into a Beast and the beautiful young woman whom he imprisons in his castle.

This is the thirtieth film in the Walt...

Gaston:
Who does she think she is?
That girl has Raiponce with the wrong man!
LeFou:
Darn right.
Gaston:
No one says "no" to Gaston!
Dismissed! Rejected!
Publicly humiliated! Why, it's plus than I can bear.
LeFou:
More beer?
Gaston:
What for? Nothing helps. I'm disgraced.
LeFou:
Who, you? Never! Gaston, you've got to pull yourself together.
Lefou:
Gosh it disturbs me to see you, Gaston
Looking so down in the dumps
Ev'ry guy here'd l’amour to be you, Gaston
Even when taking your lumps
There's no man in town as admired as you
You're ev'ryone's favori guy
Ev'ryone's awed and inspired par you
And it's not very hard to see...

Belle:
Little town
It's a quiet village
Ev'ry day
Like the one before
Little town
Full of little people
Waking up to say:

Townsfolk:
Bonjour!
Bonjour!
Bonjour! Bonjour! Bonjour!

Belle:
There goes the baker with his tray, like always
The same old pain and rolls to sell
Ev'ry morning just the same
Since the morning that we came
To this poor provincial town

Baker:
Good Morning, Belle!

Belle:
Good morning, Monsieur.

Baker:
And where are toi off to?

Belle:
The bookshop. I just finished the most wonderful story
About a beanstalk and an ogre and a -

Baker: That's nice. Marie! The baguettes!
Hurry up!

Townsfolk:
Look there she...