[video]
[The video clicks on to show Rapunzel sitting on the floor of her MAC apartment, her back against the door, looking exceedingly disheveled. Her dress has scratches and tears in it, as does her face and arms, and her hair looks as haystackish as 70 feet of hair really can. She's got a pile of it in her lap and the rest is scattered around her. Her eyes are as wide as dinner plates, and she looks absolutely panicked. Pascal is on her shoulder, his little eyes wide, half-hiding himself in her hair.]
I don't...I don't understand, I just...I just wanted to go to the store and then there were all these birds and rats and they were everywhere and they attacked me and were clawing at me and biting and they were in my hair! There were so many, I can't, they all just...
[She freezes as a section of her hair moves near her feet, something comically shuffling around under it for several feet before a little rat head pokes up out of it, staring at her with beady red eyes.]
No! Get out get out!
[She grabs the poor thing by the face and twists around, yanking her door open and hurling it out into the hallway. Then she twists back around and slams the door closed, pressing her arms and back against it as if to make sure it's secure. Her finger is bleeding now where it bit her hand as she grabbed it, but she ignores the pain, staring at her phone on the floor.]
What is going on?!
I don't...I don't understand, I just...I just wanted to go to the store and then there were all these birds and rats and they were everywhere and they attacked me and were clawing at me and biting and they were in my hair! There were so many, I can't, they all just...
[She freezes as a section of her hair moves near her feet, something comically shuffling around under it for several feet before a little rat head pokes up out of it, staring at her with beady red eyes.]
No! Get out get out!
[She grabs the poor thing by the face and twists around, yanking her door open and hurling it out into the hallway. Then she twists back around and slams the door closed, pressing her arms and back against it as if to make sure it's secure. Her finger is bleeding now where it bit her hand as she grabbed it, but she ignores the pain, staring at her phone on the floor.]
What is going on?!