Ruling Kuzco's Palace

Yzma: And so, it is with great sadness... (Kronk sobs) that we mourn the sudden departure of our beloved prince... taken from us so tragically... on the very eve of his eighteenth birthday.

Kronk: Poor little guy.

Yzma: His legacy will live on in our hearts...

Kronk: He never had a chance.

Yzma: For all eternity. Well, he ain't gettin' any deader. Back to work.

(The servants paint the faces of Yzma and build the door with Yzma's face carved)

Yzma: Kronk, darlin', I must admit you had me worried... when you mixed up those poisons. But now that Kuzco is dead, all is forgiven.

Kronk: Ah. Oh, yeah, yeah. He's... He's dead, all right. I mean, you can't get much deader than he... than he is right now. Unless, of course, we killed him again.

Yzma: I suppose.

Kronk: Hey, look, the royal dresser's here.

Yzma: Kronk.

Kronk: I should tell you right now I'm kind of hard to fit.

Yzma: Kronk.

Kronk: I wear a long and a waist.

(Yzma kicks the man down)

Yzma: Kuzco is dead, right? Tell me Kuzco's dead. I need to hear these words.

Kronk: Do you need to hear all those words exactly?

(Stromboli coughs)

Yzma: He's still alive?

Kronk: Well, he's not as dead as we would've hoped.

Yzma: Kronk.

Kronk: I just thought I'd give you the heads-up in case Kuzco ever came back.

Yzma: He can't come back!

Kronk: Yeah. That would be kind of awkward... especially after that lovely eulogy.

Yzma: You think?

Frollo: If we see Kuzco alive, we will kill him.

Yzma: We all are going out to find him. If he talks, we are through! Now let's move.

Tipo: (Meanwhile) Dad, look out!

Chicha: Tipo, what is it?

Tipo: I had a dream that Dad was tied to a log and was careening out of control... down a raging river of death!

Chicha: All right, all right, it's okay. Shh.

Tipo: It was awful!

Chicha: It's okay, it's okay. Tipo, calm down. It was just a dream. Your dad's fine. He just went back to see the emperor.

Tipo: Oh. Like you told him to, 'cause you're always right.

Chicha: That's right.

Chaca: Well, in my dream, Dad had to kiss a llama.

Tipo: Yeah, like that would ever happen.

Chaca: It could.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-uh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chicha: Good night, you two.

Both: Night, Mom.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.

Chaca: Yeah-huh.

Tipo: Nuh-uh.