Eclair and Lumiere finally get a much-deserved day off. But their leisure plans are torn asunder when they run afoul of a plot to control the minds of the children of Aineias' ruling elite.
I-I'm poor! I can't get any workmen's
compensation insurance, or anything.
I-Ich bin arm wie ’ne Kirchenmaus.
Je suis pauvre. Je ne peux même pas
me payer d’assurance.