♪♪
♪ It's gonna get a little weird ♪
♪ Gonna get a little wild ♪
♪ I ain't from 'round here ♪
♪ I'm from another dimension ♪
♪ Gonna get a little weird ♪
♪ Gonna have a good time ♪
♪ I ain't from 'round here ♪
♪ I'm from another, woo-hoo ♪
♪ Yeh-heah ♪
♪ I'm talking rainbows ♪
♪ I'm talking puppies ♪
♪ Pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa, pa ♪
♪ Ooh ♪
♪ It's gonna get a little weird ♪
♪ Gonna get a little wild ♪
♪ I ain't from 'round here ♪
♪ I'm from another dimension ♪
Kingdoms of Mewni,
each year, we hold this dance
to celebrate the peace between us.
Welcome to the Silver Bell Ball.
Whoo hoo!
Yeah!
The rules of the ball are the same as always.
Each royal heir will dance with all the others,
representing the bonds between our kingdoms.
Their kingdom got taken over by rats.
How could they let that happen?
Hey, hey, they were big rats.
Oh, girl, okay, okay.
What do you think of the line Be honest.
It's just the same bunch of borings as every year, Pony.
Okay, that's fine, but, like, check out
Prince Larry Kelpbottom.
Mm-hmm, okay. Somebody came up
and hit him with a hottie stick.
Guess it is kinda cool to see everyone dance.
- Hey, Princess Jaggs. - Hey.
Hi, Princess Spider Bite.
Hello.
Oh, look, there's your annoying cousin.
Yeah. Guess I should say hi. Hi, Rock.
Your cousin. Over here.
Rock Johansen. Okay, he hasn't changed.
Oh, looks like Rich Pigeon got himself some new legs.
Ooh, somebody's missing, Star.
Yep. He's always late.
This is where you two met, isn't it?
Mm-hmm.
Drama.
Drama!
Drama, drama, drama, drama, drama, drama...
Pony, no drama this year.
I told my parents
I was gonna focus on the princess biz.
Oh, come on, you're the bomb at shakin' up
these dusty old traditions, girl.
- Not this year. - Oh, come on.
- No. - Come on.
No, Pony. Seriously.
Did you not hear me when I said come on?
- Come on, come on. - I'm serious.
Sh!
I've caused a lot of trouble this summer.
It's time to be a better princess.
Sunglasses at night.
Classy.
MANFRED: Announcing the arrival of
Prince Thomas Lucitor.
Hey, everybody.
And his parents, Lord and Lady Lucitor,
of the underworld.
Hello, Wrathmeelior.
- Hi, Dave. - Hey.
Will the dancers please stand
for the commencement bow?
Did you just see that?
Ho ho ho, yes!
Ooh, I think the whole room saw that.
Girl, you're getting club-snubbed.
Oh, no... What is that?
Oh, I don't know, it's just the best way
to get someone all up in your business.
Watch. Hey, Kelpbottom.
Kelpbottom!
No, no, not you. Not you. The handsome one.
You hear that, honey? I'm the handsome one.
Pony, what the... I thought you liked him.
Oh, I do, I do.
But listen, the more you ignore somebody,
the more they fall deeply in love with you.
That's, like, science. It's scientific or something like that.
Ugh, okay. Can you please give me some space,
'cause I really need that from you, okay?
Thank you. Bye-bye.
- It works every time. - Weird.
Let the first dance begin.
Ahem.
Anyone?
Oh, my. It seems Prince Thomas
has taken the initiative,
and he appears to be walking towards Princess Star.
Star and Thomas have always been
the best dancers at every Silver Bell Ball,
and we all know they had a very tumultuous relationship
before breaking up last year.
Manfred.
May I have this dance...
Well, all right. Let's do this.
Princess Jaggs?
Uh, yeah, okay.
You look lovely today.
What? No, you do.
Well, this is a surprising turn of events.
No mistake.
At the previous Silver Bell Balls,
Tom always chose Princess Star first to dance.
Pony, I think I am getting club-snubbed.
Ooh, this is some next-level club-snubbing.
He wants you bad, girl.
Ugh. Tom always does this.
When is he gonna realize I'm not interested?
Okay, calm yourself, Butterfly.
You're a princess, for goodness sake.
Oh, it's on.
Hm, let's see, let's see.
- I choose you.
Oh, oh, oh!
Oh, Princess Star has chosen Prince Rich Pigeon
as her first dance partner.
Could there be a new romance waiting
in the wings?
Oh, Richard.
I had no idea you were such a good dancer.
Good job, girl.
Mm-hmm, that oughta show him.
At last, the dancers have completed the ceremony,
and are seated with their parents.
All except Star and Thomas.
They're saving the best for last.
Hmm.
Come on, Star. Dance with him.
May I have this dance...
Manfred?
Oh, dear.
Oh, snap!
No one has ever asked me to dance.
Ladies and gentlemen,
Star has asked me, Manfred,
to the dance floor.
I feel like I'm in a dream.
Your daughter just club-snubbed my son.
Your son's been club-snubbing my daughter all night!
My son is a gentleman.
My daughter is a delicate flower.
Delicate flower? Let's see how delicate a flower you are!
- Unbelievable!
No, no, no, no, you do not get to make
sad eyes at me.
This is your fault.
Look, I still don't wanna date you.
I have been through a lot lately,
and what I really need is a friend.
But all you wanna do is play your little childish games.
Games?
Oh, don't act all innocent,
you club-snubber.
What? Star, I was there on Song Day.
I know you're with Marco now.
Oh, Ruberiot.
That song is gonna haunt me for the rest of my life.
No, no. It was a huge wake-up call.
I finally realized you're not into me.
So during the dance, I wanted to do the right thing,
and give you space.
If you'd asked to dance,
I totally would've, but...
I wanted it to be your choice.
Okay, first of all, me and Marco, not a thing.
- Hey, not the point.
Second of all, giving me space
doesn't mean pretending I don't exist.
That's just rude.
I was just trying to do the right thing.
It would've been nice if you didn't ignore me all night.
I don't know how to be nice!
At least give me credit for trying.
This wasn't easy.
You're being really dramatic.
Whatever, Star.
I was just trying to give you what you want.
This isn't what I want.
KING: Look what you did! You're paying for that chair!
I'll pay for the chair when you pay for
all the damage Toffee caused.
I'm starting to rethink being allies with your kingdom.
Oh, why don't you just crawl back into
that little hole you came out of?
Please, everyone, settle down.
How could they let that happen?
Tom, may I have this dance?
I'd be delighted.
Aw, look at 'em go.
Um, Star?
We should probably stop dancing.
Oh, yeah. Yeah.
And this concludes the Silver Bell Ball.
Awwww.
I forgot what a good dancer you are.
Yeah, thanks.
So, um, would you maybe wanna get a corn shake or something?
Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
I could do that.
Beep beep. Excuse us.
Look at me, Star.
Ooh, it's a new club-snub record.