Author's Note: I meant to put these two parts into the last segment, but it just didn't flow. So, this is short. I probably won't be able to update as frequently due to school, but I'll try. Thanks for the feedback!
The two bumbling sisters bumped into each other for the thousandth time.
"Drizzy, that was your fault!" Anastasia yelled, shoving her sister, causing Drizella to hit a nearby tree.
Neither one were looking very presentable. Anastasia's red hair flew everywhere. Drizella's normally neat black hair hung about her face, greasy and sweaty. It was hot out in these woods.
"Was not!" Drizella screetched after getting up, and she rammed into Anastasia's side, knocking her to the ground.
They both sat there for a moment, flapping their hands towards the other, while they both looked away with their eyes closed. When they stopped, they both looked at each other with sad faces and started to cry.
Why? It was dark, it was humid, and they had been in the forest for a full twenty four hours. They were lost.
When they had fled from the battle, they apparently had headed in the wrong direction, and were now completely separated from the villains. They were hungry, dirty and tired. They just wanted to go home.
"Come on, Ana. We're never going to get anywhere if we just sit here and cry. They can't be too far away... I mean, how big can this forest really be?" Drizella said, patting her sister's head. She was having a hard time fooling herself, but Anastasia seemed to accept it.
"Okay. I guess you're right. Let's keep going." They trudged to where they thought was the right direction, still clumsily falling on one another from time to time.
"Hey, Drizzy, do you see that?" asked Anastasia, peering far off into the distance.
Drizella squinted her eyes. "Yeah, is that... a person?"
The closer they got, they realized it was a person! They ran for him, thinking full-heartedly that it was one of the villains... perhaps Gaston? Jafar? Hook? Hades? Even Mike Yagoobian would be a pleasant sight out in these forsaken woods.
Coming close to him, they realized it wasn't one of them after all. The young man stood a few inches over them, handsome even in the night. His dark brown hair hung in a short ponytail on his neck. With his long arms folded, there stood Jim Hawkins right in front of them.
Everybody in the Palace was rushing about today, making preparations for the two big events for today. Tonight, only a few hours away, every citizen of Disneyland would congregate in the Palace, wondering what could be going on. But Mickey knew. Mickey was the only one who knew.
They were great things, yes, but two things that he didn't want to mess up. Philip and Aurora, who were in on one of the secrets, were looking at him worriedly. "Your Highness, if it's too much stress for you to do both, then let us make our announcement another night." He put both of his hands on Aurora's shoulders. "We can wait as long as you need us to."
"No, Philip. It's not your announcement that's worrying me," Mickey said. "Don't worry... we'll have you and Aurora speak tonight. It's just that..."
He stopped himself. He wanted the other secret to be a surprise. "Go home. Get rest. Think about what you're going to say. I have plenty of volunteers here to help me decorate and cook. It'll be fun!" Mickey said, trying to sound excited, but sounded exhausted instead.
Philip nodded slowly and Aurora put her hand on Mickey's. "Don't worry. It'll all turn out." They left quickly and quietly.
A few hours later, the throne room was filled with people. The tables that lined the walls had two cakes, one pink and blue on the outside with Aurora and Philip's names written in icing. The other was dark blue and dark green alternating tiers. No one knew what that one was for.
Different kinds of foods were mixed all together, some that the characters had never even heard of before. What was haggis?
When everyone took a seat and quieted down, Mickey stood in front of them on the platform before his throne. "Good evening, everyone! I'm sure you all are wondering what could be going on." Everyone nodded. "Well, I have two very exciting things for us, tonight."
It got eerily silent. Mickey gestured to Philip and Aurora who were standing off the throne platform. They slowly came up to the front of the platform. Aurora tentatively took Philip's hand, looking out at the crowd only in small occasional glances.
"The first has to do with this lovely couple. Philip," Mickey added, prompting the young man to begin speaking.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. Well, as you all know," he shuffled his feet a little bit, "Aurora and I have been married for some time. And, well, we decided it's time to have a child. Aurora is going to have a baby!" His excitement and enthusiastic spirit was obvious in the last sentence.
The crowd, as expected, erupted in all kinds of noise, applause, cheering, the sound of fur hitting fur as the lions tried to clap, sitting back on their haunches. Aurora beamed and her face grew red. After a few minutes of continuous cheering, the noise never fading in the least, Philip raised his hands to quiet the citizens. "But that's not all! The cake placed on the table by the wall is colored either blue or pink inside. When we cut it, it will show which we are having. Everyone ready?"
Minnie stood by the cake with a cake knife in her hands, standing on a chair in order to reach it, ready to cut it even though it was twice her stature. Gently, she pushed into the bottom tier of the cake, then moving a little to get a good sized slice. She pulled it out, laying it on a crystal plate. It was blue!
Once again, the crowd erupted in a joyous din. Aurora and Philip exited the stage and took their place in two chairs in the front row. Mickey silenced the crowd. "The other surprise is one of a different kind. I don't know where she is but..."
At that moment, a huge bang sounded from the back of the throne room. Everyone wheeled their heads around, follwing Mickey's appalled stare.
On a huge black horse, with her bow and arrow at the ready, a girl with wild orange hair aimed it at the crown on the top of Mickey's head. She let go faster than the audience could see, and the arrow knocked off the crown, leaving no scratch on the shocked king.
She rode swiftly down the aisle, stopping in front of the throne platform. She slid off the horse, petting his nose and looking boldly into the eyes of Mickey, who had just found his words.
"Here she is! Disneyland, I'd like to welcome our newest citizen, Princess Merida of Scotland. Please welcome her here as she adjusts to life in Disneyland. Thank you!"
Everyone was impressed with her opening display, and because Mickey was so accepting of her, everyone else was, too.
They cut the blue and green cake, which was obviously based on Merida's dress, and revealed red velvet cake, as vivid as the hair on the princess herself. People together celebrated the welcoming of a new baby and a new Disneylander.