Richard Ayoade's Disenchantmentplace

Chapter 30

Bean's room, where she's getting ready for the coronation with Bunty helping her.]

Bunty: (nervously) Oh my, I'd never thought I'd live to braid a queen's hair. I always thought you'd be dead in a ditch by now.

Y/n: (whispering to Bean) Is that her version of a pep talk?

Bean: (whispering back) You know Bunty, always full of optimism.

Bean then unbraids her hair, looking a bit frustrated.

Bean: (sighs) Braids hurt my brain. (fixes her hair) Alright, let's get this coronation over with.

Y/n: (chuckles) So, Bean, a double coronation, huh? Basically, a royal wedding without the awkward slow dancing.

Bean: (rolling her eyes) Yeah, except I don't have to worry about my partner stepping on my toes. Speaking of which...

[Bean heads towards her closet and retrieves a pair of sturdy boots.]

Bean: Mop girl, fetch me my royal stompers.

Bunty: (confused) But what about your glass slippers, Ma'am?

[The mop girl enters and hands Bean her boots, which she eagerly puts on.]

Bean: (grinning) Who needs glass slippers when you can have boots that say "I'm the queen, hear me stomp"?

[Mop girl looks a bit taken aback as Bean stomps on her discarded glass slippers, shattering them.]

Bunty: (whispering to herself) Oh, you're so going to die.

[Scene shifts to the coronation hall, where everyone is gathered for the event. Bean and Y/n stand at the front, ready for the ceremony to begin.]

Y/n: (whispering to Bean) Are you nervous?

Bean: (whispering back) Nervous? Nah. I've faced angry mobs, talking demons, and my dad's honking. This is a piece of cake.

Y/n: (grinning) Well, as long as the cake isn't a lie.

Bean: (laughs) Good one, Y/n.

[The ceremony begins, with the crowd watching expectantly as Bean and Y/n go through the traditional motions.]

Officiant: (dramatically) By the power vested in me, I hereby declare you, Bean the Queen, and you, Y/n the Duke, rulers of Dreamland!

Crowd: (cheering)

Bean: (whispering to Y/n) Alright, Duke Y/n, we're in this together.

Y/n: (whispering back) You got it, Queen Bean.

[They exchange confident smiles, ready to face whatever challenges their royal roles may bring, all while keeping their irreverent humor intact.]

[Scene: The coronation hall, after the ceremony. People are mingling, and Odval approaches Bean.]

Odval: (whispering) All rise! (everyone stood up, and Odval whispered to Bean) So, just wondering, in terms of our relationship, how are we?

Bean: (whispering back) I still don't like you or your eyeball, but you have valuable experience. So I guess we're okay for now. Plus, I like to keep my enemies close.

Y/n: (whispering to Bean) Is it just me, or is everyone here like a walking Shakespearean character?

Odval: (clears throat) Well, then consider me your number one enemy.

[Odval gets ready to place the crowns on Y/n's head.]

Odval: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, hags and geezers. We are gathered today—