《Watch and Learn》Chapter 6
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"Okay," Ben sighed as everyone got comfortable once more. The Blue Fairy waved her wand and the footage resumed.
"Seriously?" A small girl with light brown hair sighed and rolled her eyes. "Is that really the time to be thinking about that."
"You know, I may be against stealing Fairy Godmother's wand, but I do appreciate wanting to get a job done right," Cinderella said, causing Chad to look at her in shock.
"Mother!"
"Did you forget what my step-mother had me do before I met your father?" Cinderella asked her son, giving him a sad smile. "If I had done a job poorly, that would have just meant more work for me later on."
"That...is not as intimidating as I remember," Aurora said with a frown. "Maybe it's the lack of green glow around it."
"Seems kinda dorky," Audrey whispered to Chad, who bit back a laugh.
Audrey tried her hardest to make sure a disgusted look didn't show on her face. She didn't want to give her mother an excuse to extend her grounding to three weeks.
"You know, I'm beginning to wish your mother wasn't brought with us," Phillip whispered to Aurora as Leah once again grabbed hold of Audrey.
"Well it's better than when she used to do it with me," Aurora whispered back. "We could barely spend our wedding night alone."
"You two are the only ones who could snark like that in front of Mal," Evie said with a chuckle.
"Whoa." Evan gasped, amazed at how simple a thing could be so powerful.
"We never lock our doors because we never really see the point," Evie said with a shrug. "Most of our stuff ends up at Jafar's shop anyway."
"Did you not think about possible alarms?" Aladdin asked Jay, causing the boy to almost jump in shock.
"Honestly, the chance to use force was all I thought about," Jay told him. "We don't have electricity on the Isle."
"Makes sense," Aladdin said with a nod. It felt weird talking to the son of the man who tried to kill him and Jasmine but at the same time, Aladdin had been a thief. It was rare that he could compare notes with someone.
"This won't end well," Jane said with a wince.
Everyone tried avoiding eye contact with each other, as if to ward off the laugher that everyone was dying to let loose. But Jay was their Tourney star—it wouldn't be right to laugh at him.
"The guard's leg almost hit me," Carols said when everyone looked over him. "I didn't want to be the one to wake him up. Plus, I was a little curious about the spinning wheel since it's so outdated."
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Anita noted that and made a point to see what technology they could afford; as upkeep for 101 Dalmatians was more expensive than one would have thought.
"We should have realized that," Mal whispered to the other three, hoping that her song of doubt wouldn't be shown.
"Why would we think there would be statues of our parents?" Evie whispered back.
"Why are we all whispering?" Ben chimed in with a small chuckle as the girls jumped, forgetting he was there.
"Oh dear," Snow gasped. Seeing how her mother would have looked like from their perspective would certainly shock a girl like Evie. "Why weren't those put somewhere else when those four came in? That museum is open to the public after all."
Aladdin shuddered as the memories of the final fight came into his head and he fought the urge to embrace his son once more.
"A son shouldn't feel fear at forgetting Mother's Day," Anita whispered to Rodger.
"Considering how he's treated, I don't think Cruella should be considered a mother," Rodger whispered back, looking at the boy and, unknowingly to his wife, got on board with the idea of keeping Carlos as far away from Cruella as possible.
Aladdin frowned upon hearing the fear in the younger boy's voice. Looking over at Jasmine, he wondered if she would be willing to have Jay stay with them....at least for a week or two.
Maybe it was a risky move but a child should never be in an area where they fear the person taking care of them.
"Why is there music?" A smallish boy with the same light brown hair as the girl before asked.
"Daniel!" The girl from before shushed him.
"It's an honest question!"
"No pressure," Jasmine muttered.
All of the married-into-royals looked at each other with knowing looks. While it wasn't the same as what Mal was feeling, they could sympathize with the dual feelings of being pulled into two separate directions.
"Wrong. Definitely wrong."
"Harper, shut up," Doug groaned and fought the urge to put his head in his hands. He had eyes—he could see that, as much as Mal wanted to hide it, she really didn't want the rest of the room hearing her inner thoughts.
"But that would require that Maleficent be in that room," Audrey said.
Total silence ran through the room. No one knew how to react—the adults were resisting the urge to run screaming and the kids were looking to their parents.
"HOLY SHIT!"
"Lonnie!" Mulan shouted, a little shocked at her daughter's language.
"I'm sorry mother, but what is an appropriate reaction to that?" Lonnie asked, pointing at the screen.
Mulan paused, and realized her daughter had a point. "Fair enough, but watch the language. There are little kids here who don't need to hear that."
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"Who taught you that?" Shang asked.
"Uncle Yao," Lonnie shrugged. Shang sighed but figured that would be the answer.
Queen Leah was shouting that she had said that this would happen, that they needed to be wary of the villains.
"Mother!" Aurora shouted, shocking everyone. "Enough! If Maleficent had truly left the Isle, I don't think she would have stayed in the museum."
"I hear music. Is your mother going to sing?" Ben asked.
"Yes."
"Why?"
"Because the universe hates me."
My father taking her wings probably would have made her insecure, Aurora thought with an inward sigh at the thought of her fairy godmother going through that.
"Woah, good reflexes Mal!" Rachel exclaimed. "That probably would have hit me in the head!"
"Mom's pulled that move a few times," Mal said with a slight chuckle.
"Uh, no." Chad said, though he was unknowingly giving the same look of shock and confusion the Mal on the screen was.
"Audrey has that down pat," Rachel muttered to Lonnie, who bit back a chuckle out of fear of being overheard.
"But helping others who need it is one of the best things someone can do!" Carter LeBouf said with a grin.
"Mal's none of those thing!" An older teen with dark blonde hair said with a smile toward the younger girl.
"Kiara," a red-haired man whispered.
"What, dad? It's the truth!"
"And you have," Jay nodded.
"Succeed masterfully!" Carlos added.
Belle frowned as Mal jumped at the scepter being put down next to her. She had grown to like her son's girlfriend over the course of this film and, despite the wand stealing, she was glad the four of them were there.
Seeing someone like Mal, who was always so confident, look scared seemed to raise Belle's parent alarm, as corny as that sounded. Looking over at her husband, and seeing the same frown on his face, Belle knew the same thoughts were running through his head.
"Who would want to be a disgrace?" A girl with dark brown hair asked, looking over at a man who, by resemblance, must have been her father.
"Remember Annabel. Being a disgrace is good for a villain," Michael Banks told his daughter in a whisper, hoping the four children from the Isle wouldn't be offended that he was answering for them.
"What is she doing?" One of the girls in the audience asked, looking slightly disturbed.
"You're better off not knowing," Mal told her.
"Well, that proves this is fake," Evie said with a sigh. "No way would Maleficent let anyone touch her scepter."
"Even her daughter?" Rachel asked causing Mal to laugh.
"I have to prove I deserve my name! How the flying frick could I prove I deserve to look at, let alone touch, her scepter?"
Ben looked over at his girlfriend and realized that it wasn't her—Mal could never be heartless. If she was, people like Evie and Lonnie and heck even himself wouldn't want to be around her.
"Did she just lick her scepter?" Rowyn Fitzherbert asked, looking slightly disturbed.
"She's got a good voice," Ariel muttered. Despite Maleficent being a villain, Ariel could still recognize a good singer when she heard one.
All the heroes looked at each other, knowing that a freed Maleficent would be a terrifying thing.
Ben couldn't help but lean forward slightly as Mal sang. Yeah, he knew she had a good voice from the song at the beginning but this was something different. The little growl in her voice as she said spiteful made him feel things...things he had only felt when he ate that cookie.
"Oh god, your mom's 'nice' voice is disturbing," Carlos shuddered.
Mal would never say it out loud but sitting there, surrounded by her friends, she was thanking her lucky stars. Now, if this thing would end and she could get back to the plan, that would be great!
"Evilicious?" Belle asked, looking as if the word pained her to say.
"Mom's a fan of making up words," Mal told her. "Most of the people on the Isle are."
"So....that happened," Emir said with a slightly disturbed look on his face.
"Can we all agree to never speak of that again?" Kiara asked and everyone muttered in agreement.
"Too eager," Aladdin muttered.
"He's a kid," Eugene muttered back. "Like he said, there's no power on the Isle. How would he know?"
Most of the adults let out a sigh of relief at the idea that the wand was still safe in the museum.
"Just a tad," Lonnie said with a chuckle.
"No!" Daniel Darling shouted, hoping Carlos didn't get caught.
"Who were you talking to?" Ben asked, looking at the younger boy.
"That would be me," King Beast said, shooting a smile to the shocked boy. "I honestly thought you were the best security guard we've hired in a long time."
"To be fair, your highness, you did hire Sleepy's nephew," Snow told him. "Falling asleep on the job probably would have been a risk."
"Nice tech lingo," an older girl with brown hair that was pulled back into a pony tail said, giving Carlos a nod.
"Jamie!"
"What dad? You were pretty tech savvy as a kid," Jamie Hawkins said, turning to her dad.
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