AN: I think I'm mad. That's the only explanation for this collection of utter oddity. Now children, make yourself comfortable... It's story time!

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fairytales, or the show Merlin (because if I did, ARTHUR WOULD STILL BE ALIVE!)

Moving on... Ta dah!

"Gaius, this is a ridiculous idea. I demand that you let me go!"

"Arthur, sit down," complained the old man, raising his over-used eyebrow at the handsome blonde idiot sat on the floor in front of him, "all you youngsters of Camelot, not to mention you, Uther-"

"How dare you insult me!" bristled Camelot's tyrannical King.

Gaius ignored him, continuing smoothly. "All of you are culturally starved. You're all philistines. I can't make any of you read the works of the poets, but I can read you some decent literature!"

"I'll have you know that Playknight is extremely high quality literature!" cried a perpetually drunk Gwaine.

"There's no words in that magazine!" protested Merlin indignantly.

"That's because a picture is worth a thousand words, especially to Gwaine," snickered Morgana, grinning at Gwen.

Gaius sighed. "These tales have been told to Camelot's children for generations. I'm sure you will enjoy them if you all just listen!"

In hindsight, everything was Gaius' fault. Because if Gaius hadn't started reading the boring introduction in his dreary montone, Merlin wouldn't have gotten bored. And if Merlin hadn't been bored, he wouldn't have silently started fiddling around with his magic. And if he hadn't silently started fiddling around with his magic, then the book wouldn't have sucked them into it.

And if the book hadn't sucked them into it, then... Well this wouldn't be happening.