Hello, everybody! Hope you're ready for the next chapter...because here it is!

The date of the wedding crept closer. As it did, the wedding parties for both bride and groom planned their respective friend's bachelor and bachelorette parties.

"OK, boys, I need ideas for Ratti's last night of freedom, and make 'em good ones," Hades told the men.

"We could have the party at my place," Jafar suggested.

"Ooh, exotic Arabian venue, me likey," Hades agreed.

"And I've got a few ideas for entertainment," Facilier added.

"It doesn't involve dancin' voodoo dolls and singin' masks, does it?" Hades asked.

"Not this time, I promise."

"OK, Faci, I'm all ears."

"All righty, ladies, what should we do for Maleficent's bachelorette party?" Ursula asked. "We've already got snacks and drinks set up."

"I still don't see why we need this," Grimhilde spoke up. "I didn't have a bachelorette party when I married Snow White's father."

"That's because they didn't HAVE bachelorette parties in the sixteenth century," Ursula reminded her. "This is the twenty-first century, we do stuff like this all the time."

"Ursula's right," Gothel agreed. "And I definitely have a few ideas…"

The weekend before the wedding, the men brought Ratigan to Jafar's house, where all the male Disney villains (minus the Horned King, who was still in the hospital) were gathered.

"Congratulations again, Professor," Shere Khan told the groom as he arrived.

"Yessss, many congratssss," Kaa hissed his agreement. "Maleficsssent issss a very lucky lady."

Ratigan smiled. "Thank you both."

Gaston crept over to the punch bowl and grinned. He took a flask out of his shirt pocket and opened it.

"AHEM." The young hunter turned to see Judge Frollo glaring at him. "What? It's a bachelor party! We're supposed to have fun!"

"I'm already having a hard enough time stomaching this meaningless debauchery," Frollo replied. "I will NOT have you adding alcohol to the mix."

"Oh come now, Claude, loosen up a bit," Governor Ratcliffe told the frumpy minister. "This isn't Sunday mass, we're here to have some fun. Go ahead, Gaston."

Gaston smiled. "Thank you, Governor." He poured the contents of the flask into the punch. "This'll make things about 20% funner."

Frollo groaned. "I can only pray that the women are acting more civil than this."

"WOO-HOO! RIDE 'IM, MALLY!"

The villainesses were at Gothel's house, having their bachelorette party. At the moment, the bride was riding a mechanical bull, dressed in a black cowboy hat and boots.

"Way to go, Maleficent!" Mad Madam Mim cheered. "That's how to handle it!"

"Now let's see if she'll be able to handle her man as well as she's handling that bull," Cruella de Vil snickered.

Madame Medusa shivered. "I STILL don't understand why she's marrying Ratigan. That disgusting rat."

"Uh, earth to Medusa, Ratigan's not a rat anymore, remember?" Yzma asked. "He's a human now."

Mim nodded. "An extremely handsome human."

"Oh yes." Cruella chuckled as she took a drag on her cigarette. "VERY handsome indeed."

"Yeah, I'd tap that in a heartbeat," Yzma agreed. The other villainesses looked scared as they looked behind the Incan sorceress. "What?" Yzma turned and gasped when she saw Maleficent standing behind them.

The fairy just grinned. "Sorry, Yzma, but he's mine, so there'll be no tapping." She took the cowboy hat off of her head and plopped it onto Yzma's. "And it's your turn to ride the bull now."

Meanwhile, back at Jafar's, the men were getting a little loose and loopy after a few hits of Gaston's punch. However, the young hunter had since disappeared.

"Where IS Gaston?" Scar asked. "I must thank him for making the punch so delightful."

"He's probably either in the bathroom vomiting or in a confession booth asking God to forgive him," Frollo groaned. "Ugh, my head."

"OK, gents, it's time now for the show to start," Hades announced. "Everyone take their seats." The men obeyed and sat at different tables set up in front of a curtained off area.

Just then, the curtains lifted. As they did, Jessica Rabbit and Kitty Mouse came out, both dressed in belly dancer's outfits, Jessica in red and Kitty in blue. Both ladies danced erotically as exotic music played.

"Woo! Yeah baby!" Chernabog hollered.

"Shake it, ladies, shake it!" King Candy whooped.

Just then, Jessica and Kitty both went up to Ratigan. Once each was on either side of him, both took long purple silk scarves out of their cleavage. They tied their scarves around the professor, pretending to tie him up.

"Damned harlots," Frollo grumbled. "And yet I can't stop looking at them. They must be witches!"

"You know, Claude, not every sexy lady out there is a witch," Clayton reminded the judge. He chuckled. "Remember the time you were convinced that Pocahontas was a witch because you couldn't stop staring at her at the pool?"

"The woman was controlling multicolored leaves to blow around her, that's witchcraft!" Frollo retorted.

As the two dancers finished their act, the men all hollered and cheered. Jessica smiled as they went backstage. "Nailed it." She and Kitty bumped fists.

"I still can't believe that Roger lets you do these kinds of acts," Kitty replied.

"Roger knows it's all for money," Jessica answered. "I'd never stray from my honey bunny."

"What DO you see in that goofy rabbit, anyway, Jess?"

"He makes me laugh."

Meanwhile, the villainesses were preparing for their show as well. As they watched, an extremely drunk Flynn Rider came onstage. "Hello, ladies." Music started playing, and the young thief danced around a pole that Ursula had set up.

Mim whistled. "You go, Flynny boy!"

"Yeah, that's how Mama likes it!" the Queen of Hearts hollered.

Just then, Gaston wandered onstage. "Step aside, scrawny," he told Flynn, pushing him aside. "These ladies came here for some REAL action." Just then, the brash young hunter took off his shirt, exposing his hairy, well-built chest. "Huh? You like that, ladies?"

The villainesses all booed. "Get off the stage, you pig!" Yzma told him.

Gaston frowned. "Humph. You all have no taste." He stomped offstage, leaving Flynn to finish his act to the ladies' content.

The next morning, Ratigan woke up back in his bed, hungover and confused. "What the…how'd I get back home? And why am I naked?" He groaned and rubbed his pounding head. "Oh God, what happened last night?"

Felicia mewed and jumped onto the bed, curling up onto her master's stomach. "Good morning, Felicia," Ratigan replied, stroking the cat's head. He moaned. "I love having you here with me, but I'd rather you get off of my tummy, because it's not feeling so well right now." Felicia mewed and obeyed. "Good girl." He scratched behind her ear.

Once he was dressed and showered and feeling less sick, Ratigan called Hades on the telephone. "Hades?"

"Hey, Ratti, great party last night, huh?" the god asked on the other line.

"Yeah, great," Ratigan agreed. "Listen, uh…could you maybe tell me what the hell happened last night?"

Hmm, is anyone else getting a "Hangover" vibe from the last bit here? LOL

Many thanks to FairyTales And Pixie Dust for giving me the idea to do bits of the bachelor/bachelorette parties and as to who should perform. You rock, girl!

Next chapter, the actual wedding! WOO!

All my best, DiscordantPrincess.