The Boys Are Back

"I'm not sure. Don't you think it's a little… much?" Sarah stands in a white gown that practically engulfs her in lace and frills.

"You look like the abominable snow-monster!" Timon is on the floor, pounding his fists from laughing so hard, tears coming out.

"But you are going to be a princess, no?" the dressmaker asks. "That calls for huge celebration!"

"Not if it makes me look like a marshmallow!" She turns to Timon. "Can you call Edna Mode? I'm sorry, but I don't think this is going to work out."

DMDM

Sarah sits in her room with a bag of ice on her black eye. Bubblitz kneels in front of her and holds her hand. "I told you those people were crazy."

"She punched me in the face! Somehow this doesn't inspire marital bliss. Maybe I'm just not cut out for this! I'm no princess. I-"

"Sweetheart, you're doing it again." She sighs. "Look at me. You are perfect. You look at me like I'm crazy, but I picked you. I love you. And I believe in you more than anything."

"You did not just call me sweetheart. The rest was adorable and sweet and I love you too, but I thought we moved past the nick-name."

"I died saving your life."

"You always have to pull that one out! Fine, call me whatever you want! But, this is all your fault! We could have a nice, simple wedding, but no! You have to have a royal, princely, uppity-uppity wedding."

"Who says we can't have a simple wedding? Listen, I want this to be your day, no matter what anyone else says. My only job is to show up. So plan this wedding your way." She musses up his shaggy blonde hair.

"You are too cute! Thank you!" She leans in when the door is thrown open and Timon comes in. Both turn and shoot daggers at him.

"I know I'm probably going to have a shiner like Sarah's in a moment for interrupting your 'precious couple time', but you've got and urgent red summons from the king."

"That means I need to leave immediately. You stay out of trouble and have fun. Call me if you take a case and have to leave." He gives her a quick kiss and walks out. "And I won't give you a black eye Timon, but I'd watch out for her." He exits and Sarah can't help but smile.

"You look like a complete idiot right now." She throws the ice-pack at him. "You missed. I've got the other mail right here. Gurgi's built his exercise health-food training empire, he even sent us the new DVD. Reuben has his four-star sandwich shop doing even better. Robin won another archery tournament, this time blind-folded with both hands tied behind his back. And Russell got his last badge and is refining his 'detective skills'."

"So it looks like everything worked out for everyone. And it has been a good three months with no drama. I think we can finally rest easy and just keep find the honey for Pooh."

"Yeah, he hasn't called in a week. Should we worry?"

"And with this free time I'm going to go plan the perfect wedding. See you in a bit!" She runs off, practically jumping for joy.

"I guess love makes you belong in an insane asylum."

DMDM

Timon comes up to Sarah later to see she is making a guest list. "We know way too many people."

"You can say that- is that Ty Pennington?" Both look in a corner where Ty is examining the ballroom and drawing sketches.

"Yeah. He's designing the scenery."

"Sarah, he's not a Disney character. Thus, he didn't come from the Land."

"He's on ABC. It counts!"

"That makes no- no! You didn't! You-you stole him out of the mirror! You just took him! Sarah, you can't just steal Ty Pennington!"

"I'll put him back! Besides, he took it well. I think he believes this is all a dream, but it'll be fine. No one will even know."

"You are-"Suddenly, the whole room starts to violently shake back and forth. Sarah loses her footing and falls to the floor. Then is quickly stops. "What was that?"

"I have no idea, and if it somehow involves another villainous plot, I just may lose it."

"But you've already lost it like seven times."

"We don't have to keep exact counts okay?!" She rises and starts down the hallway. Timon follows after her when suddenly wind whips from behind them. They both turn as a huge circular portal appears and a young girl with red hair in a ponytail and a green sundress that matches Sarah's red one comes running through.

The portal closes behind her and the two stand with their jaws dropped. "Excuse me, where am I?"

"Bub-Bub-Bubblitz Castle."

She laughs. "No, silly, I mean what time am I in? I think I may have missed the jump by a year or two."

"It is 2010."

"Oh, then I'm right on time. Excuse me." She starts for the door.

"Wait! You do not just get to appear in a swirling vortex and then run off. Who are you?"

"I'm not supposed to tell you. Wait! Are you-are you Sarah?"

"Yes. And you are…?"

"Well, I'm Tara. And truthfully, I just came from the future. 2045 to be quite exact. Now, I need to go. I have an urgent affair I need to tend to."

"Timon, have I lost it time eight or is this really happening."

"Yeah, it's really happening. Excuse me; I need a glass of water." He rushes out as Sarah looks at Tara in shock.

"Could you wipe that look off your face? It's not like I'm an alien or something."

"I've met aliens. You're much weirder." Timon suddenly rushes back in.

"Sarah, I just saw the news flash and I have some bad news. Bubblitz has been kidnapped."

"What do you mean he's been kidnapped?"

"Just what I said, actually. He's been kidnapped. Someone kidnapped the whole Council."

"The meeting was a trap."

"Shoot! I'm already behind. I really have to go."

"Wait! You have to know something if you're here. What is going on? Why did they send someone from the future here?"

"You might want to sit down. It's a long story sugar."

DMDM

The Evil Stepmother laughs to herself as she takes a seat at a table occupied by Scar, Cruella, Rourke, and numerous other villains. "Our boss says he's sorry he couldn't join us, but he has a few things to make ready. You are here because we are the last of our kind. The rest, locked up by the Chinese Army in that impenetrable fortress of theirs! But we are going to change all that. And someone has come to insure we succeed."

A dark figure in black armor and a bike helmet that conceals his face steps forward. "Hello, fellow villains. My name is Bastion, and I have come a long way to tell you about the wonderful future that awaits us and make sure it still exists."

"Well, that sounds delightful. And now we have the whole council locked up in the dungeon: Mickey, Walt, and her infernal bird prince Bubblitz," Scar coos. "It looks like the villains will win this time." All join in for a sinister group laugh.