Why am I suddenly updating it and fixing the chaps? Because it's summer break so I have time. I have a 3.5 GPA at my college. Yay me. :D

Pocahontas

Not a lot of people know what really happened to Disney's Pocahontas when she left England to go back home to her tribe. Well, before the voyage to Virginia, she had a son named Thomas. Once at Virginia, Thomas met his grandfather for the first time.

His grandfather, Cheif Powhatan, not only welcomed the half Indian to the most powerful tribe in Virginia with open arms but also with amazement at his features. Thomas looked just like a Native American, from his black hair to his high cheek bones, to his coffee-colored skin color... but his eyes were an unbelievable crystal blue. This lead to many questioning amongst the villagers, for John Rolfe didn't have blue eyes, he had brown.

"Amonute, my grandson does not look like his father." Cheif Powhatan asked, exchanging looks from his grandson to his daughter.

Pocahontas sighed, "Father, I do not go by my royal name anymore. Besides, he looks just like his father." To this, Cheif Powhatan hoo-hummed.

"Er, wingapo?" John Rolfe awkwardly piped in, "...Sir, my grandmother had blue eyes. I think it's where Thomas must've acquired it. It's silly but I think it's true."

"See?" Pocahontas smiled, leaning down to hug her thirteen year old son.

Cheif Powhatan sighed, "Sometimes I do not understand you, daughter. Lately I do not understand anything."

"It's because you're getting old, Father." Pocahontas laughed. By then Thomas found his way to some red paint.

"Mum, look at this. Red paint!" He said enthusiastically in his English accent. "How do my native relatives make red paint? It's genius."

Powhatan smiled, "He speaks like an Englishman."

"Of course he does, there aren't many Powhatans in England." Pocahontas said, rolling her eyes.

"Your tongue is sharp, my daughter." Cheif Powhatan.

Pocahontas smiled, "Like mother's. Father, is it okay if I leave my son with you and visit the riverbend? You two need to get to know each other anyway."

"My grandson is always welcome." Cheif Powhatan said

Thomas laughed, "How do you make the pointy rock at the end of arrows so sharp? It's incredible!"

Pocahontas left her husband and son with her father to see grandmother willow after thirteen years. She took the canoe to the river, arriving at the fork she took a right which led to a big willow tree. The canoe stopped at the stump of a tree next to the willow and Pocahontas stepped out, sitting in the middle of the stomp. Meeko ran down from the top hole of the willow, flint with him. Percy stayed asleep at the foot of the old willow. The wind whistled, leaves danced, and Grandmother Willow appeared the Native songs wisping in the air at her dramatic yet elegant entrance, "Child, tell me of your adventures."

"It's so good to see you Grandmother Willow! If you must know, I lived with the white men for thirteen years and bore a son named Thomas." Pocahontas explained

"Thomas." Grandmother Willow repeated then smiled. "He has the eyes of his father. Don't become nervous, he will marry a princess."

"It's just..." Pocahontas sighed, trying to keep from fidgeting.

"I know who his father is and you can't hide the truth for long." Grandmother Willow said

Pocahontas looked down at her cupped hands, "I know."

Lion King

Simba looked over the horizon, watching the sun set over his savanah from Pride Rock. Timone and Pumba were walking back with the new twin cubs, Giza and Leo. Kiara, their mother, waited for them inside Pride Rock, knowing they are in safe hands. Simba was growing old, his term as Alpha almost over. He's proud he upheld the honor and power of his family. Now his Pride is fifty strong, a remarkable feet unheard of in the natural lion world.

Simba turned to see Rafiki walking towards him, bowing his head slightly before speaking. "Our work here is done, your majesty. But, uh, der is a small problem that may affect dee rest of dee world."

"And what kind of small problem is that, Rafiki?" Simba said, arching an eyebrow

"Well, der is a school for humans, a very unusual animal, named princesses. Dis school is only for very important females of dis spieces..."

"And what does this school have to do with my Pride?" Simba asked, half interested

"Simba, dis school has dark, dark secrets that want to destroy dee princesses." Rafiki said. Simba opened his mouth to speak but Rafiki hit him over the head with his staff, "No talking, I'm speaking. Very dark school want to destroy dee world, by destroying the princesses who uphold it. The pridelands will be no more."

"That hurt." Simba said, rubbing his head with his paw, "What can an old king like me do to save Africa, if not the world?"

"You are dee king of dee jungle, are you not?" Rafiki said, "You must your citizens to go and stop dee evil."

"Well, there's a lot of problems with that. One, food will be scarce if everyone travels who knows how far to stop the evil forces. Two, I have a pride to protect. And three, how can wild animals stop a force strong enough to destroy Earth? Besides, why would they even want to destroy the world?"

Rafiki lifted his head high, "Envy. If they can't have it, no one can. They lost to the princesses already so they want to get even." He hit Simba over the head with his staff again, "and do not order all dee animals, of course. You are getting old, how can you protect the pride now anyway, huh? You have a co-king, Kofu, yes? Wild animals are wild and der are plenty in dis world, enough to stop dee evil."

Simba rubbed his head, "Alright, alright. I know listening to you will help me later on and save my head from cerebral damage." Rafiki smiled, Simba continued, "What should I do?"

Beauty and the Beast

The sunlit castle was awefully quiet. A rugged sheep dog covered in mud ran through the hallways without a care in the world, ruccus echoing through the castle. A young blonde boy with a smile plastered on his face joyfully followed. He was soaked in soapy water, holding a brush.

"Come back here!" He happily laughed as he ran after the dog.

A plump, older woman holding a dog treat whistled for the dog, who stopped at her feet to eat the treat giving the young boy time to catch up to the dog. "Chip, you shouldn't be chasing the muddy dog in the castle... Did you fall into a bathtub?"

"Awe, mom." the boy groaned, "he didn't hurt anybody. I was trying to give him a bath and fell in when I tried to hold him."

Belle appeared from behind the older woman, wrapping a towel around Chip, "You'll catch a cold, Chip."

"Thanks Belle." Chip smiled, drying himself.

"Mrs. Potts, do you know where Adam is?" Belle asked the old lady

"Minding his roses in the garden, dear." she answered, smiling at the princess.

Belle investigated the garden to find King Adam feeding the vibrant birds. "There you are, Beast."

Adam turned to Belle and smiled, "My rose, how did you find me?"

"I asked around of course. I'm not going to wander aimlessly..." Belle said

The blonde, blue eyed Adam walked over to Belle, "Mrs. Potts told you."

Belle blushed and shrugged, "...No!...Yes. So?"

Adam kissed Belle on the lips. He gazed into her eyes, pulling her towards him. "I love your defiance, Belle."

"I love your kisses, my beast." Belle said, smiling up at her handsome king.

Lumiere and Cogsworth, at their usual disagreements, made their way to Belle and Adam, agruing all the way.

"Look, I can't help it if I can win the hearts of both Angelique and the maid with my handsome flames." Lumiere said, "What can I say? I'm handsome, I'm French, and I'm on fire."

Cogsworth laughed, "You're not a candle holder anymore, Lumiere. And who would ever make the mistake of telling you that you're handsome?"

Lumiere held his head high and combed his fingers through his hair, "You're girlfriend."

He continued walking towards Belle, leaving Cogsworth dumbfounded with his mouth wide open. Lumiere bowed to Adam and kissed Belle's hand, "Good evening, King Adam. Good evening, Princess Belle. I have unusual news passed to me by.. well, a messenger right outside the castle. Odd little fellow, he was. Covered in a dark cloak. He was probably a dwarf or hobbit or elf or Cogsworth's relative. Well, he instructed me to give Princess Belle a letter."

"A letter?" Belle said, scrutinizing the letter Lumiere gave to her.

"I know." Lumiere said. "I didn't know we got mail either. The outside of the letter is written in English, the inside is French."

"You read Belle's mail?" Adam asked, eyebrows furrowed.

"Uh... well..." Lumiere stuttered.

Cogworth finally reached Lumiere, "What did you do to my girlfriend, Lumiere?"

Lumiere looked over to Cogworth but continued to talk to Adam, "Cogworth did it."

"Cogsworth." Adam said, eyeing the confused and slightly scared servent.

Cogsworth gulped, "Lumiere did it... What are we talking about again?"

"Adam, look at this." Belle said, showing the paper to Adam. "I've been invited to attend a school for princesses. I think I can learn a thing or two there; I love to learn. Quite interesting."

"Hmm.." Adam said, reading the letter, "something smells fishy."

"Cogsworth did it." said Lumiere.