Sneezy was trying his best to wake up Dopey.

"Dopey, are you okay?" said Sneezy. "Please wake up, little brother!"

Then Dopey woke up.

"Oh, thank goodness!" he said. "I thought you were DEAD!"

"Don't be siwwy, big bwothew." said Dopey. "I'm awwight!"

(Cut back to the Jollywood Council, Miss Honeydew, and Bashful)

"The Queen would have a tizzy if she saw her own husband dressed like a.... shopkeeper." said Miss Honeydew. "A King must always be attired as royalty."

"Can't I just wear something that... you know fits my personality?" asked Bashful.

"Negative." said Miss Honeydew. "Also, please show your face more."

Then she took Bashful's hat away from him.

"And speaking of properly attired, 7D, may I have a word with all of you?" said Head Of Jollywood Council.

Then The 7D came in the room.

"Sure, Head Of Jollywood Council." said Doc. "What's up?"

"It's about your... um, costumes." he explained. "Some of you have FAR too much stripes on your clothes and they have bright colors.

And one of you is just wearing their pajamas."

"These are my normal clothes." said Sleepy.

"Sorry to be rude, old man." said Head Of Jollywood Council.

"This is my natural hair color and I'm 21." said Sleepy.

"Right, um, anyway, this is unacceptable." said Head Of Jollywood Council.

"Then what IS acceptable to you?" said Sleepy, very rudely.

"Funny, you should ask." he said as he grabbed The 7D.

(Cut back to Bashful with Miss Honeydew)

Bashful was in his new royal attire: a French Grey-and-Cool Grey robe.

"Wow, it's... um, it's really something." said Bashful.

"I know." said Miss Honeydew. "If you like that, wait till you see what we did with your servants."

(My servants?) Bashful thought.

Bashful then sees The 7D in grey trumpeter outfits.

"Oh, the Queen will be SO HAPPY how I put everyone and everything together." said Miss Honeydew.

"Psst, your Shyness, do you want us to get rid of these people?" asked Grumpy.

"Wait till Queen Delightful comes back." said Bashful.

"Okay." said Grumpy.

Spastic appears with silk napkins.

"Your Majesty, which color is correct?" she asked. "Creme or ecru?"

"Ecru?" asked Bashful.

"No, the correct color was creme." said Miss Honeydew.

"But there's literally no difference at all." Bashful explained.

"This is going to be a long day." said Miss Honeydew.

(7 hours later, at the dining room)

"You must next to your queen, unless a marquis is present." said Spastic.

"Wouldn't it be better if everyone could sit wherever they like?" asked Bashful.

"Negative." said Spastic. "You cannot sit above a duke or below a baron."

(Wow, she's just like her mother, in a way.) Bashful thought.

"Your Majesty, the new chef I hired has made you the rarest roast beef, the most delicious French onion soup, delicate mashed potatoes, baked baguettes, the finest truffles in the kingdom, and for dessert..."

(Miss Honeydew opens a lid of a special bowl containing purple pudding with prunes)

"Prune pudding."

(The 7D exchanged disgusted looks on their faces)

"Prune pudding? For DESSERT?!" asked Bashful.

"They're the Queen's favorite. It's a tradition that should never be broken." Miss Honeydew explained. "Besides, I like them."

"Hey, what do you call tea in the winter?" said Sneezy.

"ICE TEA!" said Happy, playing his guitar and singing.

"Enough of this foolishness!" scolded Miss Honeydew. "We don't tell jokes or sing at the dinner table!"

Then she left.

Sneezy and Happy now had watering eyes and their visions went blurry.

"I was just trying to be funny." said Sneezy as Happy hugged him. "Can't anyone take a joke anymore?"

(7 MORE hours later, outside the castle)

"Remember, your Majesty, wave to royalty, smile to nobility." said Miss Honeydew.

"I think I could get this right." said Bashful.

Then he noticed some familiar people.

"My friends!" said Bashful. "Hello, nice to meet you! Hold on a minute.

Open the gate, Miss Honeydew."

"No, no, no. Commoners are not allowed at the castle." she told the commoners and Bashful. "It simply isn't done."

As the commoners left, a little kid was crying.

"Bye-bye." said the kid.

(Later that evening)

Bashful was practicing for the dance.

"No, your Highness." said a Jollywood Councilman.

(He sounded like Randy Marsh from "South Park")

"Your back must be straight even to dance and you must stay focused." said the second one.

(He sounded like Mr. Brovloski from "South Park")

"Your Majesty, eggshell or bone?" said a third one with silk napkins.

(He sounded like Hank Hill from "King Of The Hill")

"Eggshell?" asked Bashful.

"Bone." said Miss Honeydew.

"Your Majesty, who do you sit next to?" asked a fourth one with a list of names and where people should sit.

(He sounded like Stan Smith from "American Dad")

"I don't know!" said Bashful.

"Silver or gold?" asked the first one again, holding silver and gold forks, spoons, and butter knives.

"For what?!" said Bashful, panicking.

"Braised or broiled?" said the second one again.

"Fish or fowl?" said the third one again.

(Overlapping questions)

"Your Highness?" said Miss Honeydew.

Then Bashful tripped and fell.

"Your Highness, the dance is best performed on one's feet." said Miss Honeydew.

Then Bashful became angry and said "You know what? I'm sick of this foolishness! I am tired of all these rules and stuff! I'm out of here!"

"Guards! After him!" said Miss Honeydew, demanding The 7D to go after Bashful.

Then Grumpy said "You know, Bashful is right! Bashful has been working like a dog all day and you have not once done ANYTHING for him.

If you really want to help Bashful so bad, then you leave him ALONE!"

Then they walked out of the room and followed Bashful.

They are still a team after all.