Part Four
BACHELORETTES AND MIRRORS

The lone figure marched down the corridor, a man with a purpose for why he was there. An evil man too might I add. As he walked along he readied himself, fixed his gloves and so forth. He approached the guarded door. The two guards straightened up for their Lord, then gave him access to the room.

He marched up past them, and we see that he's only around four foot and doesn't even come to the waist of the two guards. Inside the room we see the head torturer, he seems to have a small figure in his grip and is holding the figure in a glass of milk.

The lone figure, named Lord Farquaard coughed.

"Enough! He's ready to talk..."

The torturer, being named Thelonius turned to face his Lord. In his right hand was the small figure, it was a man made of Gingerbread, but he was missing his legs. Thelonius slammed the poor Gingerbread man on the torture table and walked away as his Lord approached.

Lord Farquaard laughed evilly as he approached the table, but stopped when he reached the table. Seems the table was still at it's correct height, and not lowered to meet his satisfactions.

"Ahem!" he called. The table was lowered. Farquaard towered over the poor Gingerbread man, then held out what used to be his small legs.

"Run run run as fast as you can," Farquaard made the legs dance around the little man, "You can't catch me, I'M THE GINGERBREAD MAN!" he laughed again.

"You're a monster!" cried Gingerbread man.

"I'm not the monster here, YOU are!" Farquaard tossed one leg past the Gingerbread man, and crumbled the other one in his hand. "You and all those other fairy tale freaks, who are ruining my perfect world... Now tell me! Where are the others?!" Farquaard leaned down to the Gingerbread man after ruining his leg.

"Eat me!" declared the brave little Gingerbread man, and spat in Farquaard's eye. Farquaard reared back, and removed the icing-spit from his eye.

"I've tried being fair to you creatures, and now my patience has run out! Tell me where the others are or I'll-" Farquaard grabbed one of the Gingerbread man's little buttons, that were made of gumdrops.

"Not the buttons!! Not my gumdrop buttons!" cried the Gingerbread man.

"All right then, who's hiding them? Tell me!" Farquaard then shone a light down upon the Gingerbread man, who sat up and squinted.

"Okay... I'll tell you. Do you know, the Muffin Man?" asked the Gingerbread man.

"The Muffin Man?" asked Farquaard, intrigued.

"The Muffin Man." Replied the Gingerbread man,

"Yes... I know the Muffin Man. Who lives on Durey Lane?" asked Farquaard. Gingerbread man blinked.

"Well, she's married to... The Muffin Man." Came the response.

"The Muffin Man?" asked Farquaard again,

"THE MUFFIN MAN!" screamed the poor little man of Gingerbread.

"She's married to the Muffin Man..." Farquaard paused to ponder his thoughts, when the door slammed open and in ran the Captain of the Guards.

"My Lord, we've found it!" he declared.

"Well what are you waiting for? Bring it in!" cried Farquaard.

Two guards walked in, being careful not to drop the priceless item they held in their hands, that was covered with a sack. They hung it on the wall, and removed the sack. It was a mirror, but then smog began to gather within the mirror, then a face appeared. A white face that looked like a mask. It was...

"Magic Mirror..." Farquaard said to himself, somewhat breathlessly. He had been searching for the Mirror since he could remember, and now, it was his.

"Don't tell him anything!!" cried the Gingerbread man, but he was silenced as Farquaard shoved him into the bin, then approached the mirror.

"Mirror Mirror on the wall, is this not the most perfect kingdom of them all?" he asked.

"Well, technically you're not a king." Came the response. Not the response Farquaard wanted.

"Uh, Thelonius?" he said, his torturer held up a small mirror, and broke it with his fist. The Magic Mirror's face retreated in fear.

"You were saying?" asked Farquaard.

"Uh, I meant, uh... You're not a king yet. Heh. But you can become one, if you marry, and Princess." Said the Mirror, thinking fast.

"Go on." Farquaard replied.

"So... um... just sit back and relax my Lord, and prepare to meet today's allegeable backelorettes, and heeeerrrreee they are!" the face vanished from the mirror, and there was a colourful wall. Three images hung on it, all darkened.

"Bachelorette number one is a flighty girl from the land of fancy. She likes sushi and hot tubbing, anytime! Her hobbies include cooking and cleaning for her two evil step-sisters. Please welcome, Cinderella!" the Mirror commentated, and the first picture turned to reveal the image of a beautiful blonde woman in a gold gown, and putting her foot into a glass slipper.

"Bachelorette number two is from a kingdom far far away. Even though she lives with seven other men, she ain't easy. Just kiss her dead frozen lips to find out what a live wire she is! C'mon give it up for, Snow White!" The image turned to show Snow White, in a see through coffin. Seem familiar?

"And lastly, Bachelorette number three comes from a dragon guarded castle hanging above a lake of molten lava! Don't let that cool you off! She's a fiery red head who loves Pina Coladas and getting caught in the rain. Yours for the rescuing, Princess Fiona!" The image revealed a red headed girl in a green dress looking out a window,

Farquaard didn't know which to pick, all were so inviting, well maybe not the dead one but still... the Captain of the Guards and the guards, as well as Thelonius called out which one to pick.

"Number three, pick number three my Lord!" called Thelonius, holding up two fingers.

"Umm, err... number three!" Lord Farquaard declared, and everyone cheered.

"Lord Farquaard, you've chosen, Princess Fiona." The Mirror made her image show again, this time a jingle played in the background.

"Princess Fiona... she's perfect." Said Farquaard, he turned away from the mirror. "Now all I need to do is find somebody to go..." he pondered.

"I should probably mention the small thing that happens when it's night." The Mirror began, but was shushed by Farquaard.

"Quiet! I shall make this Princess Fiona my Queen. Captain! Assemble your troops. We're going to have a tournament!"