[Music playing]
[Ducks quacking]
[Hooves clopping]
WOMAN: Taxi!
- Welcome to the Plaza. - Come along, darling.
[Clock chimes]
MRS. DANIELS: What do you mean. a room?
I ordered a suite. not a room!
A suite! And considering who I am...
You do know who I am.
Mrs. Daniels! 805, please.
So good to see you again.
805, one of our most beautiful suites.
Mrs. Daniels's daughter Molly...
is one of the debutantes staying with us...
and Mrs. Daniels is in charge of tomorrow night's ball.
What are you doing?
I shall need to see Catering immediately...
and when will the musicians be rehearsing?
Since I'll be in London until Monday...
call Jamison at the Canard.
Find out if Mr. Harrigan will be available for lunch.
Mrs. Daniels, I strive for perfection at the Plaza.
Nothing will interfere with your plans.
- Absolutely... - Alphonse.
Nothing. Enjoy your stay. Yes, Mr. Peabody?
Prince of Kushin will be here tomorrow.
Excuse me?
The prince is evaluating the hotel as a possible venue...
for the Kushinian trade conference next month.
Several hotels are in contention.
I want that hotel to be my hotel.
Yes, Mr. Peabody.
His visit must be perfect...
and by perfect, you know who I'm talking about.
Rest assured, I will be on top of every detail...
including...you know who.
Really? Then you might start by erasing that.
ELOISE: I'm Eloise. I'm six.
I am a city child.
I live at the Plaza Hotel...
and I am going to the debutante ball.
I have my very own room...
and a dog that looks like a cat.
[Whines]
His name is Weenie.
And a turtle. His name's Skipperdee.
The Plaza's the only hotel in New York...
that allows you to have a turtle.
The absolutely first thing I have to do...
is bathe Skipperdee's ears...
Otherwise he gets cross and develops a rash.
Then it's time to wake up Nanny.
Nanny!
ELOISE: Nanny is my nurse. She's English.
Nanny says she would rather I didn't talk. talk. talk...
all the time.
She always says everything three times.
Eloise, one of these days...
we are going to freeze, freeze, freeze.
Told ya.
- Nanny? - Mmm.
- I'm hungry. - Imagine my surprise.
Room service always knows it's me.
[Ring]
Yes, Eloise?
Hello, this is me--Eloise.
Would you kindly send up Irish bacon, oatmeal...
one roast beef bone, one raisin, and seven spoons...
- to the top floor... - And...
And some rather hot coffee, and charge it, please.
Thank you very much.
What?
I'm thinking about how absolute fun...
I'll have at tomorrow's debutante ball.
[Yawning] You haven't been invited, Eloise.
I will be.
Now, what's a debutante ball?
Uh...
It's a night when girls from all over the city...
are introduced to New York society.
It's their first really grown-up dance.
It's a time to show they can act like adults.
- And my mother was a debutante. - Yes.
[Waltz playing]
NANNY: And it was the coming-out season...
of all coming-out seasons.
And your mother was the debutante of the year.
ELOISE: Because she has grace.
NANNY: Because she has grace.
ELOISE: And she wore Dior.
NANNY: She wore Dior.
ELOISE: Because Dior is divine.
NANNY: Divine. divine. divine.
Someday, I'm going to be a debutante.
That's why I'm going to the ball tomorrow night...
to get practiced.
Well, my love, we want you clean before you get practiced.
So...let's move, move, move!
When it's time for our morning duties...
Weenie and Skipperdee and me...
skibble as fast as we everly can.
♪ London from bottom to top is up ♪
♪ The keeper in the shop is up ♪
♪ And even Mrs. Mop is up ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely morning ♪
♪ Trafalgar Square. the bobby's up ♪
♪ In Piccadilly. the nippy's up ♪
♪ In Covent Garden. the kippy's up ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely morning ♪
♪ We's up. and we've got to be jolly clean ♪
♪ From head to toe and in-between ♪
♪ Zap. good morning. and how have you been? ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely morning ♪
♪ The royal navy is up. is up ♪
♪ Buckingham Palace is up. is up ♪
♪ And even the BBC is up ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely morning ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely. Oh. what a lovely ♪
♪ Oh. what a lovely morning ♪
And Kleenex makes a very good hat.
[Door buzzer] That's Bill!
Bonjour. Eloise.
Voici. votre petit déjeuner.
Morning, Bill. He's an actor.
Ooh! I had the most scariest dream last night.
I was in this cave...
and it was absolutely black with dark...
and there was this bug.
A...bug?
[Shudders]
- Rah! - Aah!
Argh! [Snarling]
And the bug had enormously large feathers!
Uhh...Haa!
Aah! And the bug picked me up!
Aah! And spun me around till I was able to grab a rock!
And squish his bug head flat!
- Oh. - My mother's in Paris.
She went to see the new fall collection.
Very "oui, oui," you know?
- Hello, William. - Morning, Nanny.
My, my, my, doesn't that look good?
[Gasps] Morning, Sir Wilkes.
Morning, Nanny.
ELOISE: Here's what Nanny likes--
Sir Wilkes-- but he doesn't know it.
Here's what I like--secrets.
- Nanny likes Sir Wilkes. - Does she?
Yes. She gets all red in the face...
and breathes a lot when he's around.
At first, I thought she was sick.
Then I realized she just likes him.
Why doesn't she tell him?
- I always say what's in my head. - I've noticed.
It makes everything so...much...easier.
I'll have to come up with a plan.
Did you know I'm going to the ball tomorrow?
My mother was a debutante.
She has grace. Would you like to go with me?
Can't. I'm working the ball.
Ah, Bill! Quelle tragique!
[French accent] What a waste of time!
MR. SALOMONE: People! People. please!
We're already running behind schedule.
Now, the prince arrives...
tomorrow.
I want you to study this picture.
I want you to commit it to memory.
His Highness should not want for anything...
during his stay with us.
You should anticipate his needs before he asks.
Now, as you may recall from last year's visit...
we had one week to get ready.
Now we have less than 24 hours.
We'll never be ready in time.
I'll have to pull my people from the ball preparations.
Unacceptable.
Unacceptable. The ball, every guest at the hotel...
they'll all be treated like royalty.
There'll be no compromising on our service...
but as far as the prince is concerned...
I want magic in the form of flowers...
utter perfection in every morsel he eats...
and this room completely transformed...
by 2:00 tomorrow afternoon.
Oh, and, uh...
Under no circumstances...
should you repeat a word of this to...
[Telephone rings]
Hello?
Oh. Hello, Mr. Nye.
My mother's lawyer.
You want to meet?
How about tomorrow? Say 3:00.
- How about today? - I couldn't possibly today.
- I'm rather busy. - Doing what?
Doing what? Just everything!
NANNY: Eloise?
Being bored is not allowed.
Here's what I do.
ELOISE: Put a rubber band on the end of my nose...
stand on my toes for the longest amount of time...
get dizzy and fall down...
run down the halls...
and skitter two sticks along the walls...
making a really loud and terrible racket.
One day, your face will freeze like that.
Oh, no. My face is an absolute Popsicle.
Ohh! What a disgusting little girl!
[Sighs]
[Elevator dings]
Lobby, please, Max. Time for my morning rounds.
ELOISE: Getting Max to notice me...
is rather a favorite hobby of mine.
I'm thinking of dying my hair hot pink.
ELOISE: If staring contests had prize money...
Max would be a very rich man.
There you are, folks. Thanks for your patience.
Any messages, Miss Thompson?
Let me check.
The owner of the Yankees called. He wants you to throw out...
the first pitch at tomorrow's game.
Tell him I'm sorry, but I have to repaint...
the Sistine Chapel next week...
and I can't risk an injury to my wrist.
[Ding ding ding]
Good morning, Mr. Salomone!
Good morning, Eloise.
Has my invitation to the debutante ball arrived yet?
No, no. And I don't expect it will.
I expect the ball will be awfully fun.
Please don't cause any trouble, Eloise.
Moi? When do I ever do that?
Complaints about Eloise?
Oh!
ELOISE: After my morning rounds...
I always make sure to exercise.
[Ding]
Eighth floor, please.
Randall will be meeting us tomorrow at 6:00.
- About Randall... - Such a lovely boy.
He only talks about himself.
He's never interested in what I have to say.
Finally. Lobby, please.
ELOISE: Six, please!
Darling, Randall went to Yale.
He's from a good family.
Thank your lucky stars he's available to be your escort.
Escort to what?
[Ding] Oops! That's me!
[Ding]
...conversation with Randall's father, and--
Escort to what?
Little girl, what do you think you're doing?
Exercising! I could show you my routine.
[Ding]
ELOISE: Here's what Mr. Salomone likes--
being on time.
Here's what I like-- making him late.
[Ding]
- Morning, Nanny. - Hello, Walter.
Good morning, Nanny. May I have a word with you?
Of course, Mr. Salomone.
I see you're taking Weenie for a walk.
Nanny, what with the ball and the other circumstances...
tomorrow will be quite hectic, and I was wondering...
If I could keep a certain six-year-old out of your way?
Yes.
Well, I will try, but you know Eloise.
[Tap tap] Excuse me.
It will be my pleasure.
Is it remotely possible to get some attention, Mr. Salami?
It's "Salomone." Mr. Salomone.
You had his attention the moment you entered the Plaza.
[Door buzzer]
[Buzzing repeatedly]
You rang?
ELOISE: In the afternoon. I return back to our suite.
Unfortunately. that means...
- Philip. - Eloise.
ELOISE: Philip is my tutor. He goes to Princeton.
My mother knows the dean.
He wears red garters and is boring. boring. boring!
When we have our French lesson...
he reads about la petite cousine de Marie...
and her jardin. Sometimes I listen.
But not very often.
Here's what makes Philip angry. He says...
Alors. nous commencerons.
ELOISE: Then I say...
Alor, new commenceron.
ELOISE: Then he says...
Shall we settle down?
"Shall we settle down?"
That's quite enough, Eloise.
"That's quite enough, Eloise."
I'm in no mood for childishness!
"I'm in no mood for childishness!"
- I mean it, Eloise! - "I mean it, Eloise!"
- Stop it at once! - "Stop it at once!"
- Very well! - Very well!
- Nanny! - Nanny!
[Arf arf]
Oh, no, no, no, Eloise.
She's impossible, Nanny. [Door buzzer]
Oh, she's not as bad as all that.
Thank you, William.
Now, why don't we just calm down?
I don't drink.
NANNY: Eloise?
I don't want a tutor, Nanny.
Oh, and how attractive that will be...
going through life uneducated.
Besides, Philip's having a bad time.
He broke up with his girlfriend.
But that was three years ago.
It's a terrible thing to have your heart broken.
ELOISE: Here's what I like to do--
Fix what's broken.
[Nanny hiccups]
Even broken hearts.
[Ding] NANNY: Keep your hands up!
Keep your hands up! Yes!
Yes! That's more like it.
Hit him again! Hit him harder!
Go on! Upper cut!
[Telephone rings] Upper cut! Yes!
- Mother! - Belt him!
[Ring]
Bonsoir. Mama.
My mother calls at least once a day...
or else I miss her too, too, too terribly.
The same as every day. Full, full, full!
Philip was here. We had a most awfulest lesson.
Mr. Nye called. We have an appointment tomorrow.
Give him a little one, two!
A surprise? Really? J'adore surprises!
Not as much as I adore you, of course.
NANNY: 9...10...yes! [Bell rings]
Mr. Nye is bringing me a present from Mother...
something très fabu from Paree.
What do you think it might be?
Oh, I really couldn't guess.
But...
if your mother picked it out, I'm sure it will be brilliant.
Now...sweet dreams, my pet.
You, too, Nanny.
I love you!
I love you, too.
Sleep tight.
Oh, my lord, there's still so much to do.
...getting the centerpieces in by tonight.
We don't want to leave it till the last minute.
- Yes. - It's looking quite nice.
Be very careful about these napkins.
[Bumps chair]
The tables are too close together. Look.
Oh, yes, you're absolutely right...
and we will take care of that.
- Mr. Salomone? - Yes?
I am sorry to interrupt. You have a phone call.
Uh, yes.
Hello? Yes. this is Mr. Salomone.
Yes. Yes. Mr. Toyama.
Absolutely. No problem.
I will take care of it immediately.
Yes, sir. I look forward to seeing you tomorrow.
Mr. Toyama, the attachè to the Prince of Kushin...
will be staying with us as...as well.
Did you say a prince? What prince?
Oh, it doesn't matter. A prince...
Mrs. Daniels? [Claps]
Please, do not repeat a word of this to anyone.
Are you daft? Of course not.
Someone else might swoop in...
before I get a chance to invite him to the ball.
Mrs. Daniels, you don't understand.
If someone finds out, then...
[Whispering] Eloise will find out.
And if Eloise finds out, then my career will be over.
And if my career is over. then I...
A prince.
Looks like I found my date to the debutante ball.
ELOISE: Last night. I couldn't sleep.
I had all these absolutely large thoughts.
How would I find the prince?
How would I get him to ask me to the ball?
What did Mr. Nye want to talk about?
What did my mother send me?
And what would happen...
if you threw a pitcher of water down the mail chute?
That's rather a lot to think about when you're six.
[Ring]
- Yes, Eloise? - Yes, it's Eloise.
We'd like two croissants, an artichoke...
oatmeal, so I won't dry up...
- And? - Some rather hot coffee...
and charge it, please! Thank you very much.
- Well? - Well?
- The door? - The chair?
I don't know what's happened to your manners this morning.
Ooh!
- Nanny? - Morning, Sir Wilkes.
Oh, my lord! Why don't you talk to him?
Now, that is rude, rude, rude.
Just say what's in your head or at least ask him to tea.
It's just not done, Eloise.
He's a knight. He's above my station.
Besides, if anybody does any asking...
he should ask me.
[Door buzzer]
[Bells tolling]
The bells! The bells!
All right! What can you tell me about the prince?
- What prince? - What prince?
The Prince of Kushin. Don't you know?
He's coming to the Plaza and taking me to the debutante ball.
Is that so?
He's tall and handsome...
and wears cuff links made of small blue stones...
or at least that's how I imagine him.
You're not going anywhere until you've had your breakfast.
I'll see what I can find out...
but I know who you should talk to about the ball.
- Mrs. Daniels. - Her?
- See you later. - Don't forget your hump.
- Nanny. - William.
[Arf arf]
Hello, Weenie.
What you got there?
"The Little Prince." I love this book.
Is it yours?
No, no, no! Philip the Grump left it yesterday.
He'll want it back. I better give him a ring.
Now, you just park your botto in that chair and eat.
[Ding]
[Gasps] The prince!
Ix-nay on the info-may about the ince-pray.
I eak-spay ig-pay atin-lay, oo-tay.
Are those for the prince?
The Prince of Kushin?
Have you ever been to Kushin?
Here's what I hate-- being ignored.
Oh! Oh! What's happening?
Everything's going dark! I suddenly feel faint.
[Ding]
She's good.
Too good. That was close.
[Clock chimes]
[Ding ding]
- Any messages? - Let's see. Yes.
The chairman of the Stock Exchange is wondering...
if you could ring the closing bell next Tuesday.
I can't. My ring finger's all worn out.
Please send him my regrets.
Miss Thompson! Mrs. Daniels wants this invitation...
to the debutante ball to be given to--
Uh, our special guest.
Would you see that it's sent to his...
or her room immediately? Thank you.
Good morning, Mr. Salomone!
Good morning, Eloise.
Has the prince arrived yet?
How did you know?
I know absolutely everything.
Eloise, please, I am begging you...
you must behave today.
Between the ball and the prince...
we can't afford for one thing to go wrong.
You worry too much. What could possibly go wrong?
Eloise... do you see those stars?
You see, the Plaza is a five-star hotel...
and I take pride in that.
I live by what these five stars stand for.
Service, attention to detail...
courtesy, luxury, and, of course, clean--
[Clicking]
[Laughs]
I'm Eloise. I'm six.
Um, I am...
Leon, and I am nine.
Are you staying at this hotel, Leon?
Yes, and I'm supposed to wait for Mr. Salomone--
I never wait for anyone. I let them wait for me!
Come on, I'll take you to him--the long way!
Come on.
- Oh! - So, Leon...
why are you wearing that perfectly awful coat?
It's my uniform. I go to boarding school.
They teach you to be bored?
No, I live at the school.
I don't go to school. School comes to me.
Eloise, where are we going?
Oh, Leon, we're going to have fun.
Buckets and buckets of fun.
Whoa! Unh!
Oof! Come on!
[Music playing]
Are you looking for something?
Clues about a guest on the eighth floor.
Clues?
[Buzz] Unh!
[Rattling]
It's amazing what you can tell about a person...
from their laundry.
See this? A golf shirt.
This man golfs, but he's not very good.
How do you know?
First of all, he's rather out of shape...
and if he were good, he'd be thinner.
And if you're good, you take vacations near golf courses...
and if you're not very good...
you come to the Plaza and wear your golf shirt to lunch.
- Who are you looking for? - I can't tell you.
It's an absolute secret. But I will tell you this.
He's my date for the debutante ball.
What's a debutante ball?
Only the most, most, most fantastic ball...
for girls in New York.
They dance all night and wear above the elbow gloves.
My mother was a debutante. She has grace.
She's in Paris now, but she'll be home in three days.
Wait, Eloise!
We shouldn't be going through people's laundry.
There are rules! I can't be a party to this!
A party you're not part of? What fun is that?
- How about a deal? - Stop it!
You help me find my date to the ball...
and I help you!
What--What are you doing?
If you're going to be my assistant spy...
you'll need to get rid of that coat.
Spies don't stand out. They blend.
But someone might take it!
If we're lucky.
WOMAN: You. follow me!
[Sighs]
These are the prince's special sheets...
made from a cotton grown in the Andes.
These is no other linen as white as this cotton.
The prince must have perfectly white sheets.
I want you to hand wash, then hand iron them.
[Buzz]
This is Weenie.
He likes to have his back scratched with a wire hanger.
And this is Skipperdee.
He likes to eat raisins and wear sneakers.
I also know a pigeon...
but he's fat and grisly, so I holler at him. Shoo!
And he flies over to the Sherry-Netherland.
This is Sabine. She's from Jamaica.
She's rather unusual.
And this is Saylor. She's a very sad puss.
She was in the most terriblest accident...
and she bleeded so hard...
this ambulance came and took her to the hospital.
They gave her these terribly dark medicines...
and when she came back, she was weak, weak, weak!
So I gave her a strawberry leaf from under my grapefruit...
for not whimpering and Weenie licked her face!
It was extremely a lot of work.
- What's this for? - Your disguise, of course.
Obviously has no experience in spying.
Luckily, he's working with a pro.
[Music playing]
Eloise? Oh! I spoke to Philip.
He'll be by shortly for his book.
I said you'd bring it to him in the lobby.
And I believe an apology is in order.
Yes, he was rather rude to me.
No, not Philip. You!
I want you to apologize for yesterday.
Now, now, now, Eloise, we are much better than that.
Much, much, much. What are you wearing?
- Nothing! - What are you up to?
Nothing! Gotta skitter!
Be sure to wait for him in the lobby!
I know my date for the ball is on this floor.
We'll just have to go through every room.
- You mean, break in? - Oh, my lord, no!
Everyone will just open their doors to us.
Screwdriver.
[Thud] Wrench.
- This is wrong! - Wrench, then screwdriver?
We shouldn't be doing this.
Don't worry. I'm very good at this.
Besides, I've never been arrested.
[Clicking]
[Fzzzt]
[Doors opening]
WOMAN: Ooh! Oh, my!
Now, pretend you're an orphan...
get all limp, and bend to the side.
It helps to look sort of sad in-between the arms.
Now, let's find my date.
[Men talking]
- Hmm? - Nope. Not here.
[Coughing] Next room.
Ohh, what is it, 110 degrees in here?
Now, I'm going to make a hair appointment for you...
at the hotel salon.
In the meantime, here's your dress.
Try it on.
All right. Here I go.
Who did you finally pick to be your date?
Randall Harper.
He's not so bad.
He's awful. He's boring and cold.
- But he's rich. - Very, very rich.
And he went to Yale.
I don't care about Yale.
I don't even want to go to college next year.
I want to travel. Go to the places I've read about.
Go to Paris, sit in a cafe, write poetry.
Speak French with the French. Vive la vie!
Does your mom know all that?
I couldn't tell her.
I couldn't even tell her what I thought of...
this dress she picked out for me.
It's...not so bad.
Are you blind?! You look like a circus clown.
- Bad as that, huh? - I was being kind.
[Laughs]
Ooh!
Oh, Mrs. Daniels! I've been looking for you.
Seems I haven't received my invitation to the ball.
I'm sure it was just an oversight.
I beg your pardon?
My mother was a debutante.
She wore Dior and roses in her hair.
Can you think of anything more wonderful?
Look, young lady, I don't know who you are--
I am Eloise. I am six. Here's my card.
You can send my invitation to my room.
Come along, Leon.
Ohh!
LEON: Aren't we done yet?
ELOISE: Nope. Four more rooms to go.
It's obvious my date for the ball isn't on this floor.
Where should we search next?
[Stomach growls]
Good idea.
- Lunch? - No, room service!
Excuse me one moment, please.
Sorry, Eloise. If there's a prince staying here...
he hasn't ordered room service.
Yes, hello. I'm back. Sorry about that.
[Chopping]
No, no, no! Tak, tak, tak! Too small!
Too small! Make you cry. Ha ha!
[Sighs] Ahhh...
Unh. Squishy, squishy.
Ahh...no, no, no. Un moment. Un moment.
No, no, no. The top, the top.
[Humming]
Ohh...you! What are you doing with that?
San Vincenzo!
[Cooks shouting]
Here's what I do-- save the day!
Come on!
All right, here's what you do.
Twist that thing when I tell you to.
All right, let 'er rip!
[Squeaking]
No, no, no! You're gonna hurt yourself!
Put that down!
Ooh.
[Yelling]
You stay here and don't move!
San Vincenzo! Unh! OK, baby, come on.
All right, you want to play like that?
I get you! Ha ha! Come on!
- Aah! - Whoa!
Ha ha ha!
Aah!
Because I have to do it...
Huh?
[Water sloshing]
[Dripping]
[Splash]
It wasn't my fault.
The thing was like a fire and--and there was a--
Ha ha ha! And then I couldn't get this thing...
and then I get the--the--
[Grunts]
Yaaaah! [Echoing]
[Soft piano music playing]
Have you decided?
How's the Chicken Kiev today?
Fantastique, Miss Eloise.
Then the Chicken Kiev it is.
And charge it, please, to my room.
You can do that? Charge things?
I charge everything. Doesn't everyone?
I wish I had your life, Eloise.
Or at least a turtle and a tutor.
A turtle and a tutor don't seem so very much.
Tell that to my father.
He thinks the best thing for me is boarding school.
And you don't?
No.
What's your mother think?
She died. Two years ago.
Oh, Leon, I'm sorry. You must miss her awfully.
I miss my mother even when she's away for a short time.
But you have Nanny.
Yeah. She's my mostly companion.
I've never had a companion.
Well, you do now, don't you?
Yeah. I guess I do.
Come on!
What about the Chicken Kiev?
Oh, my lord, that wasn't for us.
We have too much to do!
Mmf!
[Horse neighs]
Compliments of Eloise.
What on God's green earth has the child sent me today?
Chicken Kiev.
Well, ain't I grand? Aw, thanks, Bill.
And thank Her Highness.
And for you, Leo. [Chuckles]
Oh! Mmm!
ELOISE: If you were my date. where would you be?
Nope. Mm-hmm.
Let's see...
LEON: Wow. What is it?
ELOISE: Central Park...
only the most wonderful park in the world.
I thought your school was in New York.
It is, but I don't get out much.
You mean you live here, but you've never seen the city?
Why didn't you say so? Come on!
What about looking for your date?
- The prince will have to wait! - The prince?
You absolutely can't tell a soul...
but, yes, the Prince of Kushin is taking me to the ball.
- Ha ha! - I'm absolutely serious!
Either you stop or I won't show you New York!
Good.
CHARLIE: You just go down Fifth Avenue, two blocks...
it's on your right. You can't miss it.
You're welcome.
Charlie, have you seen Eloise?
I've been looking for her everywhere.
No, sorry, Nanny, but I'll keep my eyes open.
Oh, thank you.
- The prince's sheets are ruined! - What am I going to do?
- I've gone to every store! - Where will I find 250 quail?
- No one has these sheets! - I can't cook for the prince!
- Do something about Eloise! - All because of Eloise!
People, hold it together.
It is 1:30--6 and 1/2 hours until the ball.
You get down to the kitchen and cook.
You, find some bleach.
Do I have to do everything for you?
- Mr. Salomone. - What?!
Mr. Toyama, I am so sorry for that outburst.
This is Mr. Toyama, attachè to the prince.
This is our head chef...
this is our head of housekeeping...
this is Mr. Toyama.
I trust you have seen to the prince's needs.
Well...ahem...um... [Chuckles]
About that, we've had a few unforeseeable setbacks...
but rest assured, when the prince arrives--
TOYAMA: When he arrives?
He was dropped off hours ago by his headmaster.
He was told to report to you directly.
His headmaster?
From the prince's boarding school?
Hold on.
Ahem. The prince.
[Snaps]
The prince, the prince's son.
I never should have allowed him to travel without security.
This is...not happening.
I must call his father.
I will do whatever it takes to find His Highness.
How could you allow a young boy to disappear like that?
SALOMONE: I will contact security immediately.
[Music playing]
WOMAN: Taxi!
MAN: It's going uptown!
Afternoon, Maggie.
Eloise, my lass! Thank you for the eats.
Mighty fine indeed.
Maggie, this is my friend Leon.
- Leon, this is Maggie. - Pleased to meet you.
- Are you from Ireland? - By way of Brooklyn.
The lucky charm bit works better with the tourists.
Leon's never seen New York.
Never seen New York? Why, that's almost a crime.
I think we will show him absolutely everything.
- Of course! - But as fast as we everly can.
I have to be back in an hour and a half.
The "quick like a bunny" tour it is!
Let's go, Leo. [Horse neighs]
We're never gonna see him from up here.
Let's go.
[Elevator dings]
Uh, Mr. Salomone?
- Yes, Miss Daniels. - Eloise left this in my room.
If it's not too much of an imposition...
would you see she gets it back?
Why don't you give it to that gentleman over there?
His name is Philip. He's her tutor.
MOLLY: Philip?
WOMAN. ON PHONE: Hello? Hello?
Are you Philip, Eloise's tutor?
Yes, yes.
I was wondering if you could give this to her.
- It's my book. - Yours?
Yes. I just stopped by to pick it up.
Lucky Eloise left it in a place...
where it would find its way back to you.
Eloise? Oh, yes, what a...wonderful child.
I hope you don't mind. I read it.
It's such an enchanting story...
all about the meaning of life and love and--
And baobab trees.
[Both laugh]
I'm sorry. You have me at a disadvantage.
You know my name and I don't know yours.
It's Molly.
Molly.
Yeah. Molly Daniels.
Miss Thompson, have you seen Eloise?
She didn't come up for lunch and I'm rather worried.
I wouldn't worry.
I have a charge here from the Palm Court.
Looks like she had lunch there.
"Chicken Kiev for one."
That's Eloise.
Hi.
- Eight, please. - Nanny?
Oh. Sir Wilkes.
Pardon me, but you're not related...
to Geoffrey Wilkes of Surrey?
No. Wilkes is my given name.
He was my husband's--
my late husband's partner's cousin.
Mrs. Linda Daniels.
Are you staying at the hotel?
[Ding]
I know this is last minute, but if you're free tonight...
the debutante ball is on, and I would like you to come--
[Music playing]
[Hooves clopping]
So, what do you think?
It's the most wonderful city in the whole world!
Oh! Dear!
[Giggling]
Oh, Leon, you make me laugh.
What's wrong?
My mother used to say that.
At night, we used to sit out and look at the stars...
and talk about everything in the universe.
She used to say to me...
Et quand tu auras besoin de moi...
cherche dans le ciel et tu verras mon étoile.
Je serais là.
Ecoutes bien attentivement et tu entendras mon rire.
What does that mean?
It doesn't matter.
It's so bright at night in New York...
you can't see the stars.
The only way to see the stars in New York...
is with the most powerfullest telescope.
Ecoutes bien attentivement et tu entendras mon rire.
It's what you miss most about her, isn't it?
What? The stars?
No. Hearing her laugh.
You know what I think?
I think your father misses her, too.
Maybe that's why he sent you away...
because he thought you wouldn't miss her so much...
if you were in a different place.
- But that's not true. - Then you need to tell him that.
How? You don't know how hard it is to talk to him.
It can't be any harder than keeping it all inside.
And if you told him how you really, really, really feel...
you might get to go home.
I'm sorry. Your daughter never showed up for her appointment.
What do you mean my daughter never showed up?
Maybe something came up.
Like what? What could be more important than her hair?
I don't blame my ex-girlfriend.
She said she wanted what I wanted...
but what she really wanted was someone...
to sit behind a desk all day, like a lawyer or a banker--
Someone with the right connections.
- Yeah. - Was it a recent break up?
- Three years ago. - Three? Really?
Well, it must have been painful for you.
Oh, yes, but getting less so by the moment.
[Laughs]
Making money doesn't interest me.
I want to make just enough to travel--
- See the world. - Yes, yes!
I dream of places like Tierra del Fuego and Katmandu.
- Paris? - Yes.
- I've been. - You have?
Yeah, that's where I learned to speak French.
I can just see you there...
sitting out at some cafe, sketching--
BOTH: Writing poetry.
It's like you know what's in my head.
Well, it's not so amazing.
The same thoughts go on in my head.
Have you thought of going down the Nile?
Only a million times.
MAN: No, no. No sign of them.
Sorry.
They must be looking for someone.
Aren't we all? [Giggles]
Maggie will take you around for another hour...
then we'll meet back in the lobby after my meeting.
Off we go, then. [Kiss kiss]
- Bye! - Bye bye!
Over there, over there.
Gee, Mr. Salomone, did you lose your coat?
No, I've lost a prince.
Ooh! You mean he's finally here?
Yes, yes, but no one can find him.
Don't worry, Mr. Salomone.
As soon as I meet with Mr. Nye, I'll be back to help you.
Oh. Oh.
Ohhh.
ELOISE: Mr. Nye hates to wait.
He's worked for my mother for as long as I can remember...
and has had the whooping cough and the measles.
[Playing "Chopsticks" on piano]
Sometimes I give him rubber candy.
He's absolutely so dumb he eats it.
Sometimes he brings me a present...
whether I deserve it or not.
I usually do.
Hello, Mr. Nye.
You're late, Eloise.
- I'm sorry. - Mm-hmm.
We have to have a very serious discussion, OK?
Did you bring the present from my mother?
Actually, I brought two things.
Are they both from Paris?
Well, one is. The other is a tad more local.
We have to discuss your hotel charges, Eloise.
It's irresponsible to spend this amount of money.
- I'm six. - I know!
How responsible should I be, Mr. Nye?
Eloise, I have spoken to your mother--
Is she having an absolutely wonderful time?
Yes, but you have to cut back.
- Cut back what? - On your spending.
Oh, Mr. Nye. When you get too, too, too angry...
you get these little wrinkles in-between your eyes.
Now, where's my present?
Your present--
I brought your present up to your suite...
I gave it to Nanny. I told her that--
You don't even have it?
Ohhh!
All right. Think about what I've told you, OK?
I realize that you're only six years old...
but you have to realize you can't always get what you want.
Do you know why?
- Excuse me. - Yes, ma'am? Can I help you?
Would you be so kind as to phone Sir Wilkes...
and ask him if he'd care to join Mrs. Daniels for tea at 4:00?
I'll take care of that immediately.
Thank you.
ELOISE: Ever have an idea that is so perfectest it hurts?
I'm having one right now.
Thank you so much for our little talk, Mr. Nye.
Eloise, I have to--
[Gasps] Sometimes you need help with the plan.
- Please? - No.
No, I won't change my mind because you keep saying--
- Please? - No, I won't do it!
- Philip, be a sport. - Absolutely not.
Sometimes I have to have a temper fit.
[Screaming]
Stop it! Stop it! You're embarrassing--
[Screams echoing]
[Laughing]
Shh! Quiet, quiet, quiet.
Ohhh!
Aah! All right, all right! I'll do it.
What did you want me to do again?
Write a letter to Nanny inviting her to tea...
but I want you to sign it "Sir Wilkes."
Sir Wilkes.
What should his letter to her say?
It shouldn't be too impersonal.
She still wants to know how he feels about her.
But it shouldn't reveal too much, either.
Well, why not?
Men don't like to wear their hearts on their sleeves.
I mean, what if she doesn't like him in that way?
Oh, but she does, in every way.
PHILIP: Well. maybe he didn't know that.
NANNY: I can't imagine what your mother was thinking.
ELOISE: She was thinking--Oh--pink.
Think pink! Isn't it divine?
Oh, my stars, stars, stars!
Where are you going to wear a dress like that?
To the ball, Nanny.
That's why she sent me this chicy chic dress.
Eloise, you don't even have an invitation.
[Door buzzer]
That's Bill!
It's for you!
Hmm?
Oh, where are my glasses?
Nanny's rather far-sighted.
"Dear Nanny...
"would you do me the honor of meeting me for tea...
"in the Palm Court this afternoon at 4:00?
"Yours very sincerely, Sir Wilkes."
Oh, my lord.
Bill, what time is it?
3:28.
Did you hear that, Nanny? You better skibble.
Oh, my lord!
There you are!
I spent the better part of the afternoon looking for you.
MOLLY: Mother, I'd like you to meet--
Randall will be here in a couple of hours.
You must get ready.
You don't want him seeing you dressed like this.
Randall Harper III, her fiancè.
- No, he's not my fiancè-- - He's almost your fiancè.
- Mother, I barely know him. - Oh, fuh-fuh.
She was his only choice. Molly is very sought-after...
and he is from a very well-connected family.
In fact, his father is helping her...
get into one of the finest universities.
- He is? - Yes!
First college, then a fabulous society wedding.
And here I thought you wanted to travel.
Well...ahem... I won't keep you.
- No, Philip-- - Come along.
If we hurry, we can still get the salon...
to do something with that hair of yours.
It's an absolute...
SALOMONE:...mess. I can't believe it.
Service, luxury, courtesy...
attention to details. That's all gone!
[Sighs]
I have everybody so busy looking for the prince...
that nothing--I repeat, nothing else is being done.
It's still pretty clean.
Well, great.
I've turned a five-star hotel into a one-star.
[Telephone rings]
Four hours until the ball, we have to shut down...
and start questioning the guests?
What?
[Voice on phone, indistinct]
Oh, Mr. Peabody...
I'm so sorry.
[Knock on door]
No, no. [Snaps] Nothing is wrong.
Is the prince here?
[Exhales]
Well, sir, the truth is...yes.
Yes, he's standing right in front of me.
Yes, yes, of course.
Good-bye. Uh--
Your Highness.
Have the police been called?
No. Not yet.
Would you see to it immediately?
Oh. [Snaps] Of course.
This is all my fault.
I should've picked him up from school myself.
With all due respect, Your Highness...
I believe it was I who was at fault.
I was so busy preparing for your arrival...
that I did not pay attention to details.
If I had, then I would have known...
that it was your son who was showing up today.
But rest assured, Your Highness...
we will find him.
Yes, of that I am sure.
I hope you are right, Mr. Salomone.
I hope you are right.
- Thank you, Maggie. - You're welcome, honey.
- Be careful crossing the street. - I will.
WOMAN: Can I get a picture with the horse?
MAGGIE: Oh. of course you can.
MAN: Come see the cosmos. See the stars, see the universe.
New York's biggest telescope. See the stars.
Hey, kid. See the stars.
The big planetarium. We got stars, constellations--
- Excuse me. - Yeah?
Can you tell me how to get to the planetarium?
Just go up this street and make a right on Central Park West.
- You can't miss it. - Thank you.
See the stars! Come see the universe.
[Police sirens]
MOLLY: I don't believe this. I'm so pathetic.
I can't even have my hair styled the way I want.
You want me to blow-dry instead?
No, my mother wouldn't like-- Yes, go ahead. Blow-dry.
No, wait. [Sighs]
I don't believe this. I'm so pathetic.
Why do I let her run my life?
Not that I have a life-- I just read about life...
Actually, other people's lives.
Why can't I stand up to her? Tell her that I want to travel.
Eloise is six years old and she stood up to her.
You want to know why? She knows what she wants.
She doesn't let anything get in her way.
I know what I want. So, what am I--
I know what I want!
I know what I want, I know what I want. Uhh!
Excuse me, miss. Would you look at the photo--
Move!
[Humming waltz]
- Mother! - Oh!
We need to talk.
What have you done to your hair?
Have you ever had a dream?
I'll get the blow dryer. I'll finish it.
No! I don't want you to finish it.
Oh, for heaven's sakes, Molly.
You cannot go to your ball looking like a deranged poodle.
I'm trying to ask you if you've ever wanted something--
I mean, really wanted it.
- Like what? - Like Paris.
No, I have never wanted to go to Paris, OK?
Now, I have an engagement, and when I'm done...
I expect to see hair perfection.
[Whispers] Henry...
- Hello, Nanny. - I'm looking for Sir Wilkes.
Oh, he just came in. Right this way.
Sir Wilkes.
- Nanny. - How nice.
I must say I was surprised and pleased...
to get your invitation...
To tea?
Right. My invitation... for tea.
And we must arrange it.
I thought it was for this--
This afternoon, right, yes, of course.
What I meant was we must arrange it--
the table--so that we face each other for tea today.
- Eloise. - I beg your pardon?
Eloise did this.
She sent me an invitation for tea with your name on it.
How remarkable for such a small child.
Sir Wilkes, I cannot apologize enough--
Tosh, tosh, tosh. Actually, I'm relieved.
I thought I was having tea with that dreadful woman--
- Sir Wilkes! - Mrs. Daniels.
We were just talking about you, weren't we, Nanny?
Nanny, really? Is that your given name?
- I'll be going. - No.
No. I have made a dreadful blunder.
When I accepted your invitation...
I had forgotten I made plans for tea with Nanny.
Oh, well, I'm sure she won't mind--
Joining us? Brilliant!
Shall we sit?
Lobby, please, Max.
Did you hear? They quarantined the ninth floor.
Everyone has chicken pox. It's very contagious.
They say it starts out with an itch.
[Gasps] Oh, my lord!
Does that look like a pock to you?
[People gasping]
[Frantic screams]
Molly has so many options available to her.
She could go to England--
Oxford or Cambridge would be ideal.
Then again, she could go to France.
I mean, she is bilingual.
I always thought Harvard was a logical choice...
but there is something to be said about Stanford.
Although I do worry about Molly in California...
all those free thinkers and all.
I don't know.
Where does Molly want to go?
What do you mean?
Where does your daughter want to go to college?
Certainly, she must have an opinion on that subject.
Well, I don't know.
Haven't you asked her?
Of course. I must have.
She must have told me.
I know a little girl who's constantly reminding me...
to say what I'm feeling.
What she means, of course, is I should follow my heart.
It's easy to do when you're six...
but when you're older, it's not so much a question...
of following your heart...
but of listening to what's in other people's hearts.
Perhaps Molly has already told you what she wants...
and you just haven't heard her.
Are you presuming to say I don't know my own daughter?
Oh, no, no, no!
That I'm a bad mother?
- No. - Aah!
What's the matter? What is it?
Ohh! Something horrible just crawled on me!
Something with sharp claws!
It was all slimy and slithering up my leg!
What sort of five-star hotel has vermin in it?!
Aaah! Where's Mr. Salami when you need him?
[Whimpering]
I'm sorry. Is this what attacked you?
It most certainly was not!
Well, I never!
[Crowd whispering]
Perhaps you should go after her.
Yes, perhaps I should.
[Sighs]
Oh!
Ohh, poor baby.
Excuse me, have you seen this boy in the hotel today?
Ooh!
Any luck?
- No. - Keep looking.
Excuse me. Sorry. Miss? Excuse me.
Look at this photo, please?
Have you seen this boy in the hotel at all today?
Whom he is?
- Leon? - Who's Leon?
- He is! - No, this is Kintaro.
He's the son of the Prince of Kushin.
- Who is? - He is.
He's a prince?
Well, if he's the son of a prince...
I guess that makes him a prince, yeah.
Have you seen him? Everyone's looking for him.
Have I seen him?!
Sorry, Eloise.
I dropped him off at the hotel an hour ago.
Then where is he?
You took the prince unescorted through the streets of New York?
First of all, I didn't know he was a prince.
Second, he had gallons of fun...
something he hasn't had for a while.
And thirdly, he was lonely.
Lonely?
Do you have any concept of the danger involved?
Do you realize what these games of yours may have done?
- But I just wanted-- - If anything happens--
Your Highness, she didn't know. She's only six.
But I can find him!
Yes, well, perhaps you've done enough for one day.
ELOISE: Why don't they believe me?
If I had just the right equipment...
I could find Leon, I know I could!
You believe me, don't you?
Of course I do, luv.
You've got one of the biggest hearts I know.
But sometimes, no matter how much we want to help...
it's just not possible.
But if I did think of something...
you would help me, right?
Oh, for sure, sure, sure!
Now, why don't you just take a nice deep breath...
and try not to fret, hmm?
[Sighs]
[Music playing]
LEON: At night. we used to sit out and look at the stars.
Ecoutes bien attentivement et tu entendras mon rire.
Here's what I like-- never giving up.
ELOISE: The Oak Room is absolutely the only place...
in the hotel I'm not allowed to go.
Been staring at that drink for an hour now.
I don't drink...
but I'm thinking I should.
ELOISE: At least. the only place...
I'm not allowed to go as me--Eloise.
[Deep voice] Pardon me. Excuse me, ma'am.
Little man comin' through.
Nice moustache.
Shh! You'll blow my cover!
Now, what does...
Et si jamais tu auras besoin de moi...
et si tu ecoutes tout m'entrendre rire mean?
Wait a minute. When did you get such a good accent?
Don't try to change the subject, Philip.
What does it mean?
It sounds like the end of "The Little Prince"...
one of the books I tried to read you.
It's about a prince who comes to Earth from a far away star...
and he comes looking for the meaning of life.
But what does it mean?!
[Deep voice] But what does it mean?
It means something like...
"If you need me, find my star...
and if you listen carefully, you can hear me laughing."
Leon Werth?
Leon Werth!
Eloise!
You know you're not supposed to be in here, now scoot.
- Gotta skitter! - Wait! Where?
To find the prince, of course! Nanny!
[Spits]
Thank you.
[Music playing]
ELOISE: So...
you found the stars.
What are you doing here?
Are you a real prince?
Yes.
Ow!
You could have told me who you really were.
I didn't want you to treat me like everyone else does.
You know...different.
Tell me which one she's on.
That one. The beautiful bright one there.
Hmm. What have you been talking to her about?
Everything-- New York, the Plaza, you.
[Laughs]
But mostly how much I miss her.
And how I wish I could talk to Papa...
the way I could always talk to her.
What would you tell him?
Go on. Pick a star and say it.
I'd tell him that even though she's gone...
it doesn't mean we can't be a family.
She would've hated us being so far apart.
More than anything else...
she loved it when we were all together...
talking and laughing...
but now all there is...
PRINCE:...is silence.
You are right.
She would have hated it.
And you know what? I hate it, too.
You are so much like her.
And when she died...
I didn't think I could bear being reminded of her...
every time I looked at you or heard your voice...
or held you...
But since I've sent you away...
I've realized that not only have I lost her...
I've lost the most precious gift she ever gave me.
Tell me what you want, my son.
I want to go home.
Listen, Papa, I think I hear her laughing.
[Music playing]
Prince coming through! Step aside!
Excuse me! Pardon me!
Very sorry to interrupt your daily business.
- Ahh. - Not now.
[Gasps] Oh, thank goodness!
I told you I'd find him.
Oh, Your Highness, would you please accept...
my most humble apology?
For what?
It was the greatest day of my life.
[Chuckles]
If you will excuse us...
I think we should talk to the police.
You can stop worrying now, Mr. Salomone.
That would be lovely, Eloise...
but there's still the matter of feeding 200 ball guests...
whose dinner seems to have mysteriously drowned.
Not to mention a rather unfortunate...
housekeeping problem with the prince's suite...
which he is due to inspect in...
Oh! Less than an hour.
There's no way it can all be done.
Definitely the glass half-empty type.
Oh, Mr. Salomone, it absolutely can be done...
if you just come right out and say what you need.
[Sighs]
Help.
I'm telling you, it's useless!
We cannot come up with dinner for 200 by 8:00.
- What's that? - Cheese.
- And that? - Caviar.
- Enough for 200? - Yes, but--
All right then...
caviar and grilled cheese sandwiches for everyone!
Perhaps if we tried another round of bleach?
[Muttering]
Forget the bleach. There's no time.
We're going with a new color scheme.
[Flaps]
[Music playing]
[Rattling]
[Mwah]
[Crowd talking]
Think pink! A better way of life.
Your Highness, I know what you must be thinking.
- I just want to say-- - I like it.
You do?
PRINCE: You can tell Mr. Peabody...
that after seeing what you pulled off today...
I can think of no other place...
I would rather have my trade conference.
Thank you, Your Highness.
Gotta skitter! I gotta go get gussied up.
Your son is taking me to the debutante ball tonight.
I haven't been invited, Eloise.
No, but I believe Mrs. Daniels invited the prince.
Of course, she didn't specify which one.
In that case, I'd be honored if you'd accompany me to the ball.
In that case, I absolutely accept!
Better skittle. I have to do an errand first.
But I don't understand.
It's to thank you for helping me with Nanny and Sir Wilkes.
Eloise, you don't have to give me--
Oh, my lord! Never turn down a present.
Take it! Oh, hi!
Thanks for the invitation. I'll see you at the ball!
What invitation? [Slam]
Mother, we need to talk.
Yes, we do.
I had tea today with a lady called--
This is my turn to talk and your turn to listen.
I really need you to hear me this time.
I'm not going to the ball with Randall.
I don't give two wits about Randall...
or his family or his connections.
I don't even want to go to college next year.
I want to travel. I want to see the world.
But more than anything, I want so desperately...
for you to want something for me...
that brings me happiness...
even if I fail you in the process.
If anyone has failed, it's me.
All this time I thought I knew what was best for you...
and I never asked what you wanted.
And if that means not going to college...
you don't have to go.
And if you want to travel, I'll buy that plane ticket.
Of course, I might want to go to college some day.
[Laughs]
I better get downstairs and send Randall your regrets.
What's this?
I don't know. Eloise gave it to me.
Ohh.
[Sighs]
[Indistinct chatter]
Mr. Peabody will be so proud of you, sir.
He couldn't have done better himself.
We're ready to open the doors, Mr. Salomone.
Nine minutes late. I have failed.
I guess you didn't get a chance to reset it this morning.
- Tell them to open the doors. - Yes, sir.
[Music playing]
[Excited chatter]
I'm sorry.
We've both apologized enough for our misunderstanding.
No, I mean about stepping on your foot.
I can't see very well.
Oh, come here.
[Laughs]
Would you like to dance?
I would love to dance.
You're right, Nanny. I can't fix everything.
Some things are just too big.
But I'm going to keep trying.
Don't you think you should, too?
- Nanny. - Oh! Sir Wilkes!
Sir Wilkes?
Would you care to dance?
Why, I can't think of anything I'd rather do.
You know, I cannot keep calling you Nanny.
No, I suppose not.
I'm so sorry to keep you waiting...
Miss, uh...
Stickler.
I understand you've had a rather hectic day.
To say the least, which is why you're here.
The Plaza is looking to hire an events coordinator.
I've taken on too much lately and don't have the time...
to pay attention to every detail.
I quite understand, and I can assure you...
you've come to the right person.
Details are my life, Mr. Salomone.
I am an absolute perfectionist.
Well, I do hope you'll consider taking the position...
Miss, uh, Stickler.
It would be my honor, Mr. Salomone.
And please...
call me Prunella. [Laughs]
Here's what I like-- happy endings.
Gotta skitter!
[Indistinct chatter]
[Elevator dings]
Excuse me, would you see that these get mailed?
- Certainly. - Thank you.
Ohh!
[Coughs]
[Gasps]
Ohh! Ohh!
Gaah!
Ahh.
Huh!
[Clears throat]
Hmm!
Mother!
I absolutely love the Plaza.
[Music playing]