You know the right words, they're all in your head

So wake up in the morning and get out of bed

The dreams you've been dreaming, well right now's the time

You build up these monsters, they're just in your mind

If you feel it in your heart, then sing it loud

Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh

I know you know who you are, so sing it loud

It's all about you

You just gotta know, gotta know

You can do it on your own

Guess that's why I wrote this song

I know it's about you, it's always about you

So wake up ♪

Bye-bye, orphanage.

Slowly.

Almost there.

Stop!

Uh-uh.

Shhh!

Ha!

Ah.

Where is Felici?

Uh, sir, I don't know.

What are you looking at, you idiot?

Go get Felici.

You know, I'm having a little bit of trouble knowing which direction you're...

No!

Ouch.

Victor!

Can you help me?

Ha!

Stop.

Stop your grumpy face.

I'm not, I'm just a little bit hurt that you were, ugh, I don't know,

Escaping without me?

Escaping? Me?

No, I was just looking at the spectacular view.

Because, you know, you wouldn't last more than five minutes out there without me.

Ha.

Ha!

Don't start. You know how this ends.

We arrived at the same time and we'll escape at the same time.

I promise.

Okay.

Ugh.

Hey.

Hey, Victor.

Hi-ya!

Ugh, oh no, here we go.

Woo!

Woo!

Woo!

You just gotta know,

You just gotta know,

You can do it on your own.

This is why,

That's why,

That's why,

That's why,

That's why,

This is the last time.

We're sorry.

We're sorry and let them go.

You, go to your room.

Thank you, Mother Superior.

Enough, go to your room.

And may I just say that you are looking very superior today.

Enough!

Okay.

Felicia, I know you have this dream of being a dancer.

We all know it.

But I...

All the world has a dream.

But get this into your head.

Dreams are not reality.

Dreams are buried because life is hard, brutal and without pity.

But...

Agreed?

Agreed.

A dance school in Paris, little lady.

The Opéra de Paris.

Full of dancers and dance.

Where did you find this?

I have my sources.

Okay, enough.

Can I see it again?

No.

Please?

I will take you to this dance school and you will become the greatest dancer and I will become the greatest inventor...

Ever!

Do you have a plan?

A brilliant plan.

A plan worthy of my total other unquestionable genius.

Let me see.

Now!

After!

Now!

Dance school in Paris.

It's me, come on.

Oh my.

Is a chicken part of your brilliant plan?

Affirmative.

Great.

I'm taking this pitiful dessert to Mother Superior.

Okay, sister.