"So, that is what a loan shark does." Mulan concluded.

"Ohhhhh…" Quasi and Rapunzel replied.

"Facilier's a bad one!" Meg quipped.

"Ahhh…"

"Call Tiana!" Mulan shouted. "Anyone have her number?"

"She tutored me in Maths once!" Quasi replied, picking up his old bricky Nokia phone. "I should have it… Tiana Rose! Got it!" He pressed a few buttons, and after a few rings got through. "Where are you guys- what's that sound? A motorbike? No helmets? That is terrible. Absolutely awful-"

"QUASI!" Esmeralda screamed. "Who the hell cares whether they have helmets or not? Just tell us where they bloody are?"

"Oh, I didn't get to that part. Where are you guys?" Quasi continued talking serenely as Esme gritted her teeth over the many curses that were spilling out of her mouth.

"I can't believe that- that's awful!" Quasi exclaimed.

"Quasimodo Thomas Hulce, if you do not tell me where the hell Tiana and Maldon are, I shall hit you with this- restaurant guide!" Esme blustered, choosing the thing nearest to her.

"Oh please do, the restaurants in it were shit anyway, it doesn't matter if we ruin it." Meg put in.

"Yes, yes. So you're in- whoa! That's really not safe." He winced as Southern-accented shouting came out of the phone.

"Quaassssi…" Esmeralda hissed, taking a hand off the wheel and picking up the restaurant guide.

"OK, OK, you're down the West Side. WEST SIDE, EVERYONE!" Quasi shouted, trying to sound badass but failing so miserably that… Meg couldn't think of a good metaphor. Or was it a simile? There was a reason she'd had to ride by on her Art score to pass English and graduate high school… but, that was irrelevant.

"West Side it is." Esme turned into a side street. There was a pause, which was so awesomely cool that Meg felt like that they should all put sunglasses on simultaneously, but, once again, that was irrelevant.

And the pause ended with something spectacularly cool- "FLOOR IT!" hollered Mulan.

And floor it they did. In just half an hour they had arrived to where they were supposed to be. Quasi was gasping and Rapunzel's eyes were widened in absolute terror, but... maybe it was worth it.

"Guys, down here!" someone shrieked. "Maldon, drive properly! Just 'cause you're rich don't mean that you can crash your bike!"

"This is not my bike! I don't have a bike! And if I did, why would my bike even be in this part of town?"

"Wait, what?"

Tiana and Naveen were skidding past on a seemingly-borrowed motorcycle. Naveen looked relatively serene, but Tiana was screaming and clinging onto her 'hated' male companion for dear life. Meg burst out laughing at the sight and snapped a picture on her iPhone. Cue more yelling and bitching from Tiana.

"Guys, dump the bike and get in!" Esme shouted.

"Facilier's hot on our toes!" Naveen screamed as he dived into the footwell.

"I think you mean hot on our heels." Meg deadpanned.

Every single person in the car gave her a look of utter disgust and dismay. "Really?" Esme voiced what everyone else was thinking.

"Tiana, what the heck do you think you are doing? Get the hell in!" Mulan ordered.

"But I won't have a seatbelt!"

"Swap places with me!" the Chinese girl huffed.

"Then you won't have a seatbelt!" Tiana wailed.

Mulan sighed, grabbed the other girl's arm and shoved her in Mulan's footwell. Naveen was sat on Meg's feet, which was extremely uncomfortable for her. "Eyes that way." the Greek girl warned, jabbing her finger at the back of Quasi's seat. "I am wearing stiletto boots."

"I've heard of those. Gaston Charier has not hooked up properly with anyone in weeks." Naveen smirked. "Nice one, Megara."

"Shut up about Charier's hookup issues!" Tiana snapped. She dug in her pocket and produced a USB stick. Lowering her voice, she continued. "I swiped this off Facilier a while ago when he had us- and he hasn't backed it up, he'd only just received it and then I stole it, which is probably why we're all in mortal danger- but it was a good idea at the time. Some agreement from his 'friends' on the other side. The criminal underworld, if you will, and it's basically the whole deal."

"OK, OK, someone throw it out the window and we'll drive over it." Mulan suggested. Tiana passed the USB to Quasi, who threw it outside.

"There they are! I don't care if you have to capture their little friends, I'm getting my wealth!" Facilier ordered.

"Oh shit." Esme muttered.

"GO GO GO GO GO!" Mulan bellowed as Esmeralda shot forward. They had seconds to spare as motorcycles surrounded their car.

"No! No!" Facilier cried.

"Well." said a gravelly Italian voice. "I think your time is up, Facilier."

"No, no, can you give me a second copy?"

"That was the only one you signed for." the voice sounded triumphant. "It's time to pay back your loan." The owner of the voice snapped his fingers and two goons dragged Facilier out of his car and dragged him away. "Please!" the loan shark shouted. "Please! No! Anything! I'll do anything!"

"At least that's over." Meg commented.

"Yeah, we're still in danger, genius." Esme countered. "They probably still want their loan back."

"Floor it." Mulan shouted.

"Will they be caught?" Rapunzel asked. "They don't seem to be very legal people."

"I called the police a while ago." Tiana said. "They should be."

The minions- they were more interested in punishing Facilier- left them alone, but were pursued by police almost immediately.

"OK, we're safe and that's over." Naveen sighed.

Meg grabbed her purse and started whacking him in the head. "Now is the time for you to answer me this. WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?"

"Hey, stop!" Tiana shouted, then covered her mouth shiftily.

"This reminds me." Mulan smirked. "Why were you and Naveen even together in the first place?"

"I was tutoring him." Tiana replied shiftily, deliberately not looking at anyone else.

"Right." Meg smirked. "Tutoring."

"Yeah, Ti, I call bullshit." Esme decided.

"You… concentrate on driving!" Tiana blustered.

Esmeralda, Mulan and Meg cackled, while Quasi and Rapunzel looked confused.

"I don't get it." Rapunzel pursed her lips and furrowed her brow.

"WELL, THAT'S BLOODY RIDICULOUS!"

"Would you shut the hell up?" Meg grumbled irritably. "Jesus, Merida, you really should talk like a normal adult."

"OH, I'VE GROWN UP LIKE THAT, Y'KNOW! I DO KNOW JACKSHIT!"

"I'm trying to study." Meg snapped.

Esme snorted and looked over at Meg's Facebook page. "and returned to her laptop. "Kida, how would I make this noticeable to the general uncaring student population? You minor in Design, right…?"

Kida audibly groaned as she pulled herself away from Milo and went over to help her friend.

"OK, fine then, Mother. It. Is. On." And Merida slammed down her phone.

"Oooh, what's on?" Rapunzel asked excitedly. "Are you guys gonna be in a contest to see if you have to get married or not?"

"I have three months to save the partnership." Merida sighed. "I need a nerd to help me with all the numbers- hey, Milo, you're a nerd, right? Come over here! I'll- pay you, I dunno."

"Well, I'm a Language guy, but I did take lots of Economics senior year… yeah, I think I was OK at that…" Merida folded her arms and huffed as she waited for an answer. "Oh, and don't worry about payment. I don't mind doing it for free. You've done… actually, what have you ever done for me? Nothing much, but I'm a nice guy. Yeah, yeah, show me the figures."

"Thank you!" Merida threw her arms in the air. "At last." she muttered darkly. "Now what the heck does this mean?" she queried, raising her voice again.

It was an ordinary evening in the middle of November. The lounge was slightly cold, so everyone was wearing sweaters, and it was filled with the usual people. Megara Sarkis, sitting on her favourite blue sofa, 'studying' off a laptop. Esmeralda Mollenhaur, creating some petition posters to hang up around campus. Kida Nedakh, helping her. Merida Dunbroch, trying to save a partnership between her parents' business and another business. Milo Thatch, helping her. Quasimodo Hulce, painting a figurine. Fa Mulan and Li Shang were at the gym and Anna and Elsa Arendelle were at one of their final court cases. Their chances of winning looked good. Rapunzel Corona, frowning in confusion and disgust as she was finally shown Miley Cyrus's infamous VMA performance by a smug Flynn Rider.

"Oh my God! Oh my God! What the hell is she doing with the-?"

"Y'know what… you can't be Blondie anymore, can you- I'm still calling you Blondie, whatever- we're turning this off."

"Oh come on! It's one of those things which you can't watch, but you have to watch. I want to experience the whole wor- WHAT'S THAT?"

"That, my dear, is grinding. Now come on, I'm switching this off. You clearly can't handle-"

"No, stop. I will finish the whole video…wait a sec, oh my God! Why would you-?"

"Blondie, I'm switching this off now, seriously." Rider reached over, tapped the screen and pulled out the brunette's earbuds.

"Awww, but- maybe this is better." Rapunzel admitted. "Let's watch my favourite thing. Put your earbuds in."

"OK." Rider watched as Rapunzel tapped on the phone screen.

"Put in your earbuds!" Rapunzel begged. "Please…!"

Rider put in his earbuds. "Is that… is that…Blondie, are you watching Nyan Cat?"

"It's cute!"

"Really?"

"Yeah. Oh my God, look, Flynn, look! I did not know-"

"Blondie, no! You cannot put on the extended version!"