At the prestigious palace of Fairytale Land, nine fair beauties sat drinking tea at a prestigious palace table. Belle sat beside her companions Mulan and Pocohantos, Ariel sat beside Jasmine and Tiana, and Cinderella sat beside Snow White and Aurora. It was a lovely Sunday afternoon and they were simply enjoying life when suddenly Cinderella sighed.

"What's wrong, Ella?" asked Snow, with great concern. She hated to see her friend sad.

"Nothing. It's just, Prince Char. He's so..."

"Dreamy?" supplied Aurora. Because it was the norm for their guys to be perfect.

"No."

"Enchanting?" asked Belle.

"Uh uh."

"Gorgeous?" asked Ariel with a smile.

"No way."

"Depressing?" asked Pocohantos, always the realist.

"Yes!" exclaimed Cindy with great passion. "He's so full of himself. I hate it!"

Aurora laughed. "Oh that's just men. I get so positively miffed with Philip when he goes out hunting. He leaves me all alone in the cold dark castle."

Mulan was appalled. "What the mushu pork! You chicks are living in the 21st century for crying out loud. Stick up for yourselves!"

"Easy for you to say," said Snow with great contempt. "Your guy isn't even a prince. You don't have to worry about the responsibilities of royalty."

Mulan stared at her. "What are you talking about? Are you implying something?"

Snow raised an eyebrow and smirked but remained silent. Mulan looked to Aurora who was giggling with glee. "What?" asked Mulan.

Aurora smiled coldly. "I think my friend Snow is implying that you are not a true princess." Cinderella pondered this for a moment and then gasped. "She's right. You're not!"

Tiana paused. "Hold on girls," she said with her Lousiana accent. "Aren't we all princesses on the inside?"

"Yes," said Belle. "I agree with that undoubtedly."

Cinderella was unsure. "I don't know. We at least married into royalty."

"What does that matter?" asked Jasmine, thinking of Alladin. "We choose who we marry. You guys were just lucky with your choices."

Aurora was beside herself. She never cared for Mulan and her rugged manly ways. "I want to put this to a vote. All those in favor of taking out those who don't belong, say I."

Belle objected. "Wait, girls. Half of us were in poverty before we married our princes. It took Mulan a lot of hard work to end up with Shang. She deserves a place among us for her efforts. She's a lot braver than most of you."

Mulan blushed and looked down at her cup of green tea then took a sip.

Aurora turned on Belle. She was too smart for her own good. She hated it. "I think the only girls whose opinions matter are those with real men. Not furry animals."

Belle was offended. "He is a man. He used to be a beast. Check your facts. He's always been a real man. Unlike your prissy Phillip."

"At least my guy has an actual name. All your guy has is a silly title."

Belle turned red with anger. "My guy does have a name. It's-"

But Pocahontas was tired of the petty argument and had to interject. "Enough. I agree with Belle. So what if Mulan has no royal blood. I'm only considered a princess because my father was the chief of the tribe."

"Good point," Snow said with narrowed eyes. "Good point indeed, Pokey."

"Don't call me Pokey," said Pocahontas, peeved. She could break Snow's snow white neck in two seconds flat.

"Well, Pokey, I vote that you be removed from the society of Disney Princesses as well."

Ariel was on the verge of tears watching her friends fight. "Stop it, girls. This is too much. You're worse than my six sisters!"

Tiana rolled her eyes in exasperation. "Here we go again. Ariel, you need to stop cryin, sugar. It's going to get us nowhere."

Ariel grabbed her fork and started brushing her long ruby hair to calm herself down.

Cinderella had to get them back on track. "Let's put this at rest. Who votes them out?"

She, Aurora and Snow raised their hands with pride.

"And who votes no?" asked Jasmine. She, Belle and Tiana all raised their hands with solidarity.

But someone remained unspoken. Everyone turned to look at Ariel who was staring at her crumpets and still brushing her hair. Slowly she looked up and saw them all glaring. "Um..." she said.

Cinderella smiled. "Sweetie, you have to decide."

Ariel looked at the floor. "Pick spot on carpet and stare. " She did not look up and she hoped they would all poof away. Where is the fairy god mother when you need her?