Henry: Now, what do you say we give her a try?

Charlie: All right.

Henry: You get the logs. All right. Stand back. Here we go.
(He pulls a lever and the invention slowly chugs to life.)

Charlie: It works!

Henry: It does? It does!

Charlie: You did it! You really did it!

Henry: Hitch up Stanley, Charlie. I'm off to the fair!
(Stanley was Charlie and Henry's horse. He had a white coat, pink eyes, and a rainbow mane.)

Charlie: Good bye, Dad! Good luck!

Henry: Good bye Charlie, and take care while I'm gone!

[Henry]
First prize is nearly mine
It's quite my best invention
So simple, yet complex;
So massive, yet so small
This triumph of design
Will be my old-age pension
(He looks around, concerned.)
That is, provided I can find the fair at all
I must have missed a sign
I should have paid attention
Drat!
(He looks back. He hears a howl.)
That's not a nightingale
And not a mating call
(Another howl)
Wolves!
(Wolves appear and advance on him.)

Henry: Stay back! Help! Someone help me! Get back! Help!
(Henry climbs off Stanley and makes a run for it. A huge castle comes into view. Henry bangs on the door.)
Let me in! Let me in!
(The door opens.)
(Henry steps inside the castle.)
Hello?
(His voice echoes in the vastness.)
Hello!
(Henry proceeds cautiously, looking around. On a table nearby, a French candlebra named Carlton and a British mantle clock named Lamar sit whispering feverishly as Henry walks by. Carlton had short red tousled hair and bright blue eyes, while Lamar had short black hair, green eyes and was African-American.)

Lamar: Well, now you've done it! I told you not to let him in!

Carlton: We could not leave him for the wolves!

Henry: Is anyone home?

Lamar: If we keep quiet, maybe he'll go away.

Henry: Is someone here?

Lamar: Not a word, Carlton, not one word!

Henry: I don't mean to intrude, but I lost my horse and I need a place to stay for the night.

Carlton: Poor fellow. Oh, Lamar, have a heart. Monsieur, you are welcome here!
(Carlton flicks on one of his candle hands. Lamar quickly steps forward and blows the flame out.)

Henry: I heard that! I know there's someone there, and I'll thank you to step out where I can see you!
(Carlton steps out.)

Carlton: Allo!

Henry: AH!

Lamar: And good-bye!

(Lamar pushes Henry toward the door.)

Henry: Wait! Wait! Wait! You're a clock! And you're talking!

Lamar: Astonishing, isn't it? And quite inexplicable. Good-bye.

Carlton: Lamar! I'm surprised at you! Where are your manners?

Lamar: We've got to get him out of here before the Master finds out!

Henry: This is incredible! How is this accomplished?

Lamar: Really sir...if you'd just..
(Henry pokes him in the eye.)
Ow!
Stop that! Hee-hee...stop it...stop it, I say!
(Henry opens Lamar's door.)

Lamar: Really, sir, do you mind?

Henry: Well, I'm stumped. Maybe it's some kind of new-fangled, scientific gadget.

Lamar: I, sir, am not a gadget!

Henry: I beg your pardon. I don't mean to be rude. It's just that I've never seen a ta...a tal...a talking...AAAACHOOO!

Lamar: Bless you.

Carlton: You're chilled to the bone, Monsieur. Come. Warm yourself by the fire.

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Lamar: No, I forbid it!
(Ignoring him, Carlton leads Henry over to a large overstuffed chair by the fire.)
Carlton, as head of this household, I demand that you stop right there!
(Henry sinks into the overstuffed chair.)
Ohhhhh, not the Master's chair! I'm not seeing this. I'm not seeing this!
(Circus Baby, the Featherduster enters. She had red hair in pigtails, rosy cheeks, a slender figure and bright green eyes. She wore a dress that had a black top and the skirt was white with black designs and lace on the bottom.)

Circus Baby: Oooh la la...what have we here? Do my eyes deceive me, or is this a man? It's been so long since I've seen a real man.
(To Carlton)
No offense, Carlton. Bonjour Monsieur.
(She plops into Henry's lap.)
Mind if I sit here?

Henry: Oh! Well! Hello!

Lamar: Stop this! I'm head of the household and...!
(Fredbear the footstool dog rushes past Lamar barking up a storm.)

Henry: Hello boy!
(Fredbear plops himself under Henry's feet.)

Lamar: All right! This has gone far enough! I'm in charge here and...!

Marla: Coming through!
(Marla is a sweet, kind hearted teapot. She had short brown hair and kind, warm brown eyes.)

Marla: How would you like a nice spot of tea, sir? It'll warm you right up in no time.

Henry: Oh, yes please!

Lamar: No! No tea! He'll be here all night...no tea!

Marla: There you are.

Henry: This is just what I need...AH!

Jason: I think I scared him, big sis.

Henry: Hey there, little fella! What's your name?

Jason: Jason.
(Jason was a teacup and Marla's younger half brother. He looked just like his sister, except he had hazel eyes instead of brown.)

Henry: Nice to meet you.

Circus Baby: Care for a blanket, Monsieur?
(She throws a blanket over him and giggles flirtatiously.)
I just love older men.

Carlton: Baby, you are always trying to make me jealous. Well, it's not going to work this time.

Circus Baby: Me! What about you? With Chica?

Carlton: Freddy?

Circus Baby: Mangle?

Carlton: Foxy?

Circus Baby: Ballora?

Carlton: Ballora!

Lamar: Carlton! Listen to me! We've got to get him out of here! Do you have any idea what the Master would do if he finds out we let a stranger in?

Carlton: Calm down, Lamar. The Master will never have to know.
(Suddenly there's a loud roar in the distance.)
(Carlton laughs nervously.)
As I was saying, he is bound to find out sooner or later.

Jason: Should we hide, Marla?

Carlton: No, no, remain calm. There's absolutely no reason to panic.

Lamar: Carlton's right. There's absolutely no reason to panic.
(He turns to Henry.)
May I borrow this?
(He throws Henry's blanket over his own head.)

Michael: There's a stranger here!
(The voice is deep and baritone with a British accent.)

Carlton: Master, allow me to explain, the gentleman was set upon by wolves...

Michael: Who let him in?

Lamar: Master, may I take this opportunity to say, I was against it from the start!

Michael: Who dared to disobey me?

Marla: Oh dear!

Michael: You have all betrayed me!
(Henry is frozen with fear in his chair.)
Who are you?

Henry: H...Henry.

Michael: What are you doing in my castle?

Henry: I lost my way in the woods...

Michael: You're not welcome here!

Henry: I'm sorry. I...I'll just be on my way.
(Henry looks up and gets a good look at Michael's face for the first time. He gasps in horror.)

Michael: It's hideous, isn't it?

Henry: Oh no, I wasn't...

Michael: You've come to stare at the Beast, haven't you?

Henry: No, no! I meant no harm! I was merely looking for a place to stay!

Michael: I'll give you a place to stay!
(Michael picks up Henry and takes him to the dungeon. He slams the door behind him, leaving the living room in darkness.)