Gaston: The Beast will make off with your children. He'll come after them in the night. We're not safe till his head is mounted on my wall! I say we kill the Beast! Mob: Kill him! Man 1: We're not safe until he's dead Man 2: He'll come stalking us at night Woman: Set to sacrifice our children to his monstrous appetite Man 3: He'll weak havoc on our village if we let him wander free Gaston: So it's time to take some action, boys. It's time to follow me . . . Though the mist, though the woods, through the darkness and the shadows. It's a nightmare but it's one exciting ride. Say a prayer, then we're there, at the drawbridge of a castle, and there's something truely terrible inside. It's a beast! He's got fangs razor sharp ones. Massive paws, killer claws for the feast. Hear him roar! See him foam! But we're not coming home 'till he's dead! Good and dead! Kill the Beast! Belle: No! I won't let you do this! Gaston: If you're not with us, you're against us! (to the villagers:) Bring the old man! Maurice: Get your hands off me! Gaston: We can't have them running off to warn the creature! Belle: Let us out! Gaston: We'll rid the village of this Beast. who's with me? Mob: I am! I am! I am! Light your torch. Mount your horse. Gaston: Screw your courage to the sticking place! Mob: We're counting on Gaston to lead the way. Through a mist, through a wood, where within a haunted castle something's lurking that you don't see ev'ry day It's a beast! One as tall as a mountain! We won't rest 'till he's good and deceased. Sally forth! Tally ho! Grab your sword! Grab your bow! Praise the Lord and here we go! Gaston: We'll lay sledge to the castle and bring back his head! Belle: I have to warn the Beast! This is all my fault! Oh, Papa, what are we going to do? Maurice: Now, now, we'll think of something. Mob: We don't like what we don't understand In fact, it scares us and this monster is mysterious at least. Bring your guns, bring your knives, save your children and your wives. We'll save our village and our lives. We'll kill the Beast! Cogsworth: I knew it! I knew it was foolish to get our hopes up. Lumiere: Maybe it would have been better if she had never come at all. Could it be? Mrs.Potts: Is it she? Lumiere: Sacre bleu! Invaders! Cogsworth: Encroachers! Mrs.Potts: And they have the mirror! Cogsworth: Warn the Master! If it's a fight they want, we'll be ready for them! Who's with me? Gaston: Take whatever booty you can find. But remember, the Beast is mine! Objects: Hearts a blaze, banners high, we go marching into battle unafraid, although the danger just increased. Mob: Raise the flag! Sing the song! Here we come we're fifty strong! And fifty Frenchmen can't be wrong! Let's kill the Beast! Mrs.Potts: Pardon me, Master. Beast: Leave me in peace. Mrs.Potts: But sir, the castle is under attack! Mob: Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Lumiere: This isn't working! Object: Oh, Lumiere. We must do something! Lumiere: Wait! I know . . . Mob: Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Mrs.Potts: What shall we do, Master? Beast: It doesn't matter now. Just let them come. Mob: Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast! Kill the Beast!