Hello! And welcome to my first installment of my newest fanfiction!

Wow, okay, that sounds weird. (Probably should lay off the let's plays.)

Anyways, I was kinda thinking about this AU for awhile, and after watching Cinderella, I knew I had to write it.

This chapter's a little short, but that's mostly because it's the prologue. A lot of it I got from Young Al Capone and so it's really similar to that, but I did put it into my own wording, so I'm pretty sure it's okay. I just thought this conversation should go into it, kinda like in the beginning of The Princess and the Frog.

Just keep in mind, that this is highly inspired by the Disney movie, but it's NOT a crossover with it.

So… here it is, I hope you enjoy and review once you're done.

Disclaimer

I don't own Night at the Museum.

Eleven year old Alphonsus Gabriel Capone (More commonly known as Al), made his way down the streets of New York with his new, red shoe shine box held by his side. His father had just recently given the young boy the box, and he was determined to make his father proud of him.

Currently, the eleven year old was trailing behind another shoe shine boy with a fancy shine box, in attempt to learn about more spots when he was called over by a fancy looking man with nice brown oxfords.

"Make sure to give them a good shine." The man told him, as he put his foot down on the shoe shine box Al set near him.

"Sure thing, Mister."

The man tilted his head as he looked down at Al.

"Say, I don't think I've seen you around here."

"It's my first day." Al admitted, as he started to begin.

"Oh no." The man instantly retracted his foot. "I'm not going to be any kid's guinea pig."

Fearing he was going to lose a customer, Al quickly came up with a lie. "What I meant, is that I'm new around these parts. Usually I shine around Navy Yard."

The man was still skeptical of the young boy. "How old are you?" He asked. "You look a little young."

"I'm thirteen." Al lied. "But trust me, I'll give you a good shine."

The man stared at Al for awhile, before sighing and putting his foot back on the box.

"What the Hell."

Awhile into the shine, Al noticed that the man seemed to be looking off at a group of men.

"Do you know who that is?" He asked Al.

"I just told you I'm new around here. Why? Are they important?"

"Are they… Do you see that man in the brown overcoat and fedora? His name's Balsamo, and he's the big cheese around here."

Al turned to look at them, but the man quickly stopped him.

"If you're going to look, you should stop your shining." He advised.

Al nodded. "What do you mean by the 'big cheese'?" Al asked. "Everyone seems to be respecting him, is he like the pope's brother?"

"Around here, he's called the Mayor of Union Street." The man told him

"What is it that he does?" Al asked him. "Does he kill people?"

Al was intrigued by what the man was saying, and by the prospect of the power the man had. Wondering if he could get the same power and respect the Balsamo man had.

"He owns a fish market, but that's not how he makes his money." The man told him. "Ya know those pushcarts?" Al nodded. "They have to pay accamura to him every week."

"What does that mean?" Al asked.

"It means they have to pay him insurance, to make sure they don't get hurt. " The man told him.

Al had just finished the shine, and the man had pulled out a quarter and handed it to Al.

"I don't have enough change to pay you back." Al admitted.

"It's alright, I won a score last night." The man told him.

"So, why are people afraid of that man?" Al asked, wanting to know more about the man.

"He has a lot of muscle, that's what makes him tick." The man told him, then inspected his shoes. "I like your job, what's your name, kid?"

"Alphonse Capone."