Cinderella

Once upon a time...

...there was an old-fashioned kingdom

bound by tradition.

Here, everyone had a part to play,

and they played it without question.

Little did they know,

their world was about to change.

But until it did, y'all...

this village of hardworking citizens

moved to the same beat day after day,

generation after generation.

And over here

is where our story begins, at the humble home

of a practical woman named Vivian,

who was alone again

after the death of her second husband.

Vivian's daughters:

the obnoxious Malvolia

and the self-absorbed Narissa.

She cray.

Um, yeah.

They can be a lot.

I'm winning!

Whee!

And down here,

in this dingy basement,

the stepdaughter, Ella.

Or, as her stepsisters call her, Cinderella,

because her skin was often besmirched by cinders

and her stepsisters were not that clever.

Right now, she's dreaming of a world

in which she can live her life any way she wants.

Uh, watch it now. You about to roll over on that...

...pin.

- Smashed it! - Perfectamundo.

Take that, birds.

Good morning, my beady-eyed friends.

You hungry?

- Oh, yeah. - Nod your head, mates.

- All she hears is squeaks. - Mm. Come to papa.

Ooh.

Unhappy with the tea, Stepmother?

Imagine if you served such swill to your future husband.

How long would it take for him to abandon you?

To understand just how worthless you are?

Learn from this and never do it again.

I thought she was rather hard on her.

- I thought she could've gone harder. - Quiet.

Cinderella, now that you're an orphan,

it's important for you to remember that

it's only my love for your father... rest his soul...

that stands between you and a life on the street.

Yes, of course. And that's why I'm so thankful for...

You could be so pretty...

if you took even a second to comb that hair of yours.

Oh, you're in. Good morning, Ella.

Mr. Cecil.

It's Mr. Cecil!

I'm curious... do you really need that cane?

No, but chicks dig it.

- Oh. - Vivian.

Thomas.

And all the girls.

Lucky Thomas.

There they go.

Freshly picked from the farm.

Parsnips, turnips, rutabagas.

The fleshiest fruit of the earth.

Would you like to come in?

Yes... N-No.

No, no, not today. Yeah, I just wanted to check in on you

and make sure that your, uh, blossoming daughters

are, uh...

um, managing.

Makes my skin crawl.

- Mine, too. - I'm into it.

All right, then.

Now I've got this mental image

to nourish me through the day, I'll be going.

Ew.

Fortune has smiled upon this house.

My daughters have a suitor.

You mean this daughter has a suitor.

The others have heartache and jealousy.

Oh, ha-ha-ha.

Yeah, no, I am not a match for Thomas.

Well, you must make yourself a match for someone.

Yes.

I understand, Stepmother.

Here comes our girl.

Oh, boy, she's got heavy feet.

Oh, I slept in that fabric.

Shh!

- Ooh. - Ooh, nice.