Mal and Carlos were 6 years old, Maleficent was out with Cruella, probably getting drunk at Prince John's tavern
Carlos: "How long till they get back?"
Mal: "Don't know" she medicating him, he had a bad cut on the leg "But don't worry. They are getting drunk, so when they get back they will be wasted" she smiled at him "Why don't we build a fort?"
Carlos: "Fort?"
Mal: "Yeah. Grab some old clothes"
They grabbed old clothes and built a little fort, they got in
Carlos: "They will be so mad"
Mal: "They don't have to find out"
Carlos sighed: "I'm sorry... tomorrow.."
Mal grabbed Carlos's shoulder: "Hey, it's ok. I'm going to be ok"
Carlo shook his head: "It isn't fair"
Mal: "Carlos, it's ok"
Carlos: "I'll be back in a few days"
Mal smiled: "I know... but you could stay with him"
Carlos: "No, I'm not leaving you with them"
Mal sighed
They heard the door open and Maleficent and Cruella's laugh and then they heard something fall
Mal rolled her eyes: "Let's go. You know they hate sleeping on the floor"
They went downstairs and helped their mothers in their rooms, then went in their room and disbanded the fort and left to go find some food
The next morning they left the food on the table in the living room and then went to school, Carlos left to go to the Moon's tavern and meet Hades while Mal went back home to Maleficent and Cruella