Well, would you look where I ended up! The Disney forum! This'll be fun!

Disclaimer: I am NOT, under any circumstances EVER, Walt Disney. What are you thinking?

AN: Hey! It is my special updating week! Check out my other stories for laughs, talking carrots, dudes named Bill, shrunken heads, prank laws, and much more! So, without further ado, I present to you…

Disney Villains Anonymous

Maleficent P.O.V.

I grumbled and stepped into my limo. Yes, I do have a limo. How dare my minion suggest I go to this, this…what did they say it was again? You know what; I don't think they even told me. What they did tell me, however is that it will "Help" me. I don't need help. All I need to do is get that Sleeping "Beauty" to fall asleep and never wake up! I let out an evil giggle. It's like an evil laugh, but without all that "Mwahahaha" stuff. Darn it! My imbecile minion heard me.

"Now, now," it said, squirting me with a squirt gun.

"How dare you-" I began. My minion cut me off. Remind me to cut off its head.

"You know you're trying to turn around your evil life and get a respectable job as a spinning wheel maker. You can't do that if you continue giggling evilly." Humph. Stupid minion. I smoothes my hood-thingy over my head.

"Don't you get it? I can't be good. I'm physically incapable." My minion raised an eyebrow.

"That's why I brought you here." It pulled up to a rec place or something.

Cruella DeVil

I smirked. There, sitting on the street, in a cardboard box, was a beautiful coat-I mean puppy. I glanced left and right, no sign of my henchmen. For some reason, they wanted to be good. That's crazy, isn't it? I mean, it's good to be bad. I reached down and scooped up the puppy. My, it was small. It should just be a nice pair of gloves. Or a handbag, possibly. Just then, I heard a voise.

"No! You're to stay twenty feet away from any animal at all times!" My stupid henchman shouted. People immediately gave me mean looks. Hey, it isn't my fault I have taste.

"What, did the make a restraining order?" I hissed sarcastically, through my gritted teeth.

"My henchmen whispered to each other. One was clutching a flier. Finally, they spoke to me.

"Boss, we think we should go…somewhere." Somewhere? What do they mean?

"Where?" I demanded.

"….uh, a taxidermist convention." How lame. The annual Taxidermist Convention was last month, I'm not an idiot. However, I played dumb.

"Sure. I could use some dead animals." I hopped into my car. For the moderately long ride, I sat in confusion, wondering where it was we were going. Soon, we pulled up to some sort of recreational center, and Maleficent staring at the building in disgust.

There you are people! Tell me how you like it! I plan on updating tomorrow or the next day.