"You will go, you will find the Fairy Godmother, and you will bring me back her magic wand," Maleficent instructed in a matter of fact voice, filing her long nails, before blowing at them and examining her work. "Easy Peasy," she claimed, throwing at a wink at the children that stood in front of her throne.

"What's in it for us?" Mal questioned uneasily.

"Matching thrones, hers and hers crowns," Maleficent listed in an unamused tone, before Carlos stepped forward, interrupting, "Um, I think she meant us," motioning towards the teens. The dark fairy sat up straighter, eyes flickering dangerously as she gestured with one of her sharp nails for Mal to come closer. Mal stepped closer hesitantly, as her mother stood to talk.

"It's all about you and me, baby. Do you enjoy watching innocent people suffer?"

"Well, yeah, who doesn't?"

"Well then, get me the magic wand!" Maleficent raised her voice, "Then you and I see all that and so much more. And with that wand and my scepter, I will be able to bend both good and evil to my will!"

"Our will," Evil Queen corrected, and Queenie turned to see that the other parents were watching the conversation like hawks. "Our will, our will," Maleficent repeated, waving her hand dismissively, before her attention returned to Mal. "And if you refuse, you're grounded for the rest of your life, missy." Another wink.

"Wha - Mom." Maleficent moved closer to Mal, her eyes glowing green, and Queenie glanced away from their intense staring contest instead focusing on the filthiness of the apartment around them. Not that her own was any better but - still.

Queenie did look up, however, when Mal let out an annoyed huff. "Ugh, fine, whatever," as her mother smugly gloated, "I win."

"Evie! My little evilette in training!" Evil Queen called out in a sing song voice. Evie rushed over and quickly sat herself in front of her mother, who continued, "You just find yourself a prince with a big castle and a mother-in-law wing - "

" - And lots and lots of mirrors!" Evie and her mother said at the same time, with Evie laughing dreamily at the idea. Her mother, however, shook her head and hummed in disapproval. "No laughing. Wrinkles," Evil Queen reminded her.

"Well, they're not taking my Carlos," Cruella claimed, "I'd miss him too much." Carlos glanced at his mother with hopeful eyes. "Really, mom?"

"Yes!" Cruella nearly shrieked, "Who would touch up my roots, fluff my fur, and scrape the bunions off my feet." She propped her leg up, Carlos holding it as his face turned stony. "Yeah, well, maybe a new school wouldn't be the worst thing," the youngest boy mumbled, releasing Cruella's leg.

"Carlos, they have dogs in Auradon."

Carlos' face paled, as he immediately backtracked - to the amusement of his mother. "Oh, no. I'm not going."

"Well, Jay isn't going either," Jafar announced loudly, "I need him to stock the shelves in my store." Pushing his son further away from the group, he questioned, "What'd you score?" Jay dug around in his pockets, pulling out random objects that barely interested his father, before finally holding out a dark lamp, something that made Jafar nearly pass out.

"A lamp!" He gasped excitedly, dropping the other objects and ripping it away from his son, rubbing the lamp vigorously. "Dad," Jay said, trying to get his attention, "I - already tried." Jafar let out a noise of disgust, tossing it back to his son.

Queenie was so caught up in everyone else's conversations, she barely even noticed her own mother speaking. "I don't want Queenie to go," she claimed, taking her daughter's small hand into her large one, "Who else will play croquet with me? Or paint my roses?" Her mother looked at her expectedly, and, well, she had to have her way. After all, Queenie didn't feel like dealing with a temper tantrum. "I can't go," she added softly.

"Well, Evie's not going anywhere until we get rid of this unibrow."

"What is wrong with you?" Maleficent yelled, all hands whipping around to look at her in surprise as she descended down the stairs. "People used to cower at the mentions of our very names! For twenty years, I have searched for a way off of this island. For twenty years, they have robbed us of our revenge."

"Revenge on Snow White and her horrible little men."

"Ow," the Evil Queen said.

"Revenge on Aladdin and his bloated genie!"

"I will - " Jafar raised his wooden spoon, as if to attack, but Jay held him back.

"Revenge on every sneaky Dalmatian that escaped your clutches."

"Oh, but they didn't get baby, they didn't get the baby!" Cruella chuckled insanely, as she squeezed the stuffed dog attached to her neckline. Maleficent paused for a moment, staring at the crazy woman, before continuing.

"Revenge on Alice and that wicked cat."

The Queen of Hearts' face turned red and she yelled, "Off with - " But Queenie stopped her quickly, laying a hand on her mother's shoulder and shushing her, though the woman continued to pout angrily for the rest of the time. After all, Alice and the Cheshire Cat were a sore spot for the Queen.

"And I, Maleficent, the evilest of them all," Maleficent took the small mirror from the hands of the Evil Queen, looking at her reflection, "I will finally have my revenge on Sleeping Beauty and her little prince." She put the mirror done and announced, "Villians! Our day has come!"

"EQ, give her the mirror."

Evie looked over the small mirror her mother handed her, her eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "This - is your magic mirror?"

"Well, it ain't what it used to be," The Evil Queen answered, glancing over at Maleficent and playfully adding, "Then again neither are we." The two women snickered over the comment, before continuing, "It will help you find things."

"Like a prince?" Evie asked hopefully.

"Like my waistline."

"Like the magic wand! Hello?" Maleficent nearly shrieked, before standing up suddenly. "My spell book! I need my book!" The Evil Queen, not even looking, pointed at the refrigerator behind her. "Oh! The safe! The safe! Queen, help me! I never can figure this thing out."

The Evil Queen stood and pulled a handle, the safe opening with ease. "Voila."

Maleficent removed the book and nearly dropped the freezing object. "Come, darling, come," she called, and once Mal was by her side, she ran her hand over the book, voice soft, "It doesn't work here but it will in Auradon." She glanced up at the parents, face almost at peace, "Remember, when we were spreading evil and ruining lives."

"Like it was yesterday," the Evil Queen responded.

"And now," Maleficent turned to Mal, "You will be making your own memories. By doing exactly what I tell you." She pushed the book into Mal's arms, making the young girl stumble at the impact.

A honk sounded from outside, and suddenly everyone was up and moving.

"Let's get this party started," Jay clapped.

"Carlos!" Cruella shrieked, "Come!"

Standing in front of her daughter, the Evil Queen asked, "Who is the fairest of them all?" Evie replied, with hesitance, "Me!" before blinking and correcting herself, "Ah, you."

"Better."

Jafar laid a hand on his son's shoulder and saying, "Now, recite our manta."

"There's no 'I' in 'team'," Jay answered confidently, and his father shoved him lightly. "Oh, run along, you're making me tear up."

Seeing all of this, Queenie turned to her mother, hopeful that she'd say something, anything. Maybe I'll miss you or - she wasn't going to press her luck - maybe I love you. The Queen of Heart laid her hand on Queenie's back, guiding her towards the door. "No tomfoolery. No sass. No kings or princes in line - "

Queenie blinked at that. "What?"

"Darling, I can't have you in a position over me. If you married a king or someone in line, you'd be a queen too. And we can't have that, now can we? Remember, all ways are - "

" - Your way, I understand," Queenie responded, her shoulders shagging in defeat. Her mom tsked in disapproval, before questioning, "I understand, what?" The young girl look up at her mother - her fat, mean, tyrant for a mother - and for once in her life, she wanted to rebel. She wanted to scream and leave and be with her friends and, god, date a prince if she wanted to. But her stomach flipped nervously as her mother's eyes narrowed and she swallowed.

"I understand, your majesty."

Her mother's face softened and she hummed happily. "That's more like it."


With her red luggage in hand, Queenie walked down the stairs and was met with the sight of a long, black limo - a sight so rare that a crowd had gathered to see and touch the oddity.

She calmly placed her bag into the trunk and opened the door, crouching down to move within the small space. The seat was black leather and was rather comfortable, and Queenie questioned whether or not she would get a quick nap in before all of her friends joined her and started making loud noises.

There was some screaming outside, most likely coming from Cruella, before Evie arrived and Carlos nearly threw himself into the vehicle. Jay joined them next, and, after a long pause, Mal did as well.

The group sat in silence as the limo began to move forward, and they all heard their parents cry out.

"Bring home the gold!"

"Bring home some roses!"

"Bring home a puppy!"

"Bring home a prince!"