IT'S PANTO TIME!

At Baron Hardup’s, the Ugly Sisters, Impetiga and Scrofulina, are getting ready for Prince Charming’s Ball.


Impetiga: That red top looks nice, goes with your eyes.
Scrofulina: The prince will go weak at the sight of my dainty knees.


Imp: It’s my blond curls that’ll turn his head.
Scrof: 365° in disbelief!


Imp: I can feel it in my bones. I’ll be a princess by morning.
Scrof: More like a right mess knowing how you hit the bottle!


It’s the morning after the ball and, at Baron Hardup’s, the Ugly Sisters are squabbling over Cinderella’s slipper.


Impetiga: I’ll go first – I have such pretty little feet!
Scrofulina: You’ll never get that on you big twit!


Imp: I’ll take me sock off!
Scrof: You’d need to chop your toes off more like!


Imp: Oh me bunion! I’ll try the other foot!
Scrof: But it’s a right shoe!








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