CINDERFELLA
Chapter Two:
The mouse homies Jack and Gus looked at each other, then at the sisters and Bradmomma, and waited for them to continue.
"The Prince!" Anastasia squealed as he tried on various hats in front of a mirror. "He's supposed to be handsome beyond all reckoning! Don't even bother coming, Drizella, because the moment he lays eyes on me his choice will be made." Drizella plucked his 'good' jacket out of Cinderella's hands and pushed Anastasia away from the mirror,
"Yeah, to find someone else. Everyone knows the Prince will choose ME," he said, giving the lapels on his jacket a tug for added effect. "Cinderella! My shoes!" he called. The mouse homies Jack and Gus scampered out the door, finding Cinderella. They stopped him and tugged at the hem of his skirt,
"Yo, Cinderella, mah down home g-man; them damn ugly step sisters o' y'alls is discussin' some so'ta par-tay on da eve followin'. Y'all should be askin' if you can accompany thems to da partay, since da Prince should be choosin' himself a wifey, and requested all da eligible shorties in da kingdom, yo," said Jack, striking a stereotyped pose. Gus just kind of stood around aimlessly doing nothing. Cinderella let out an exasperated sigh,
"But I'm not a girl," he protested. "I don't want to be nobody's 'wifey.' " He admitted being able to get out of the house and go dancing for once would be fun, but still. There was no way he was going out in public in a dress. Not anymore. Gus saw his chance then, and started chattering,
"But Cinders, you should go anyways. Since all the eligible ladies in the kingdom will be there, and only one is going to get chosen, there will be plenty of other ladies there for you to try and pick up, right?" he said, twitching nervously. Damn that nervous tick. Damn. He hated when the mouse homies were right.
"Well... that's true, but if I go with Bradmomma and my Step- 'sisters', they'll make me wear a dress, won't they?" he asked... As many ladies as would be there, they wouldn't go for a dude in a dress when the prince was there.
"Hmmm... perhaps," answered Gus.
"But-- if y'all go wearin' a suit unda'neeth yo dress, then y'all can change when ya get dere," said Jack, striking a similar pose. Cinderella thought about that idea for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense,
"Yea! That's tight! Y'alls da shizzle, yo." He said, and then stopped himself. It never failed. Talk to the mouse homies too much, and Cinderella always ended up talking like they did. "Thanks," he finished, and left to go find Bradmomma.
"You must be joking..." uttered a slightly apalled Bradmomma. Cinderella wanted to do... what? Go to the ball with them? "Absolutely not! All you have are rags, and I am most certainly not going to have my good name tarnished by your shoddy dress code," Bradmomma shouted, arms crossed.
"But.. but.." Cinderella protested, trying desperately to come up with an excuse. "I HAVE a dress. A good one. I - I've been saving it for a special occasion," he spurt out the first lie that came to mind. "This is special, isn't it? I just know you'll approve of the dress, Bradmomma. PLEASE let me go."
It almost hurt Cinderella to say it, but he had to go. He'd swipe some of his father's good clothes and change at the ball. Then he'd get a rich countess to marry him and he'd be rid of his goddamned family. Bradmomma grimaced,
"Eugh... fine. We'll see. But you can only go if it's nice, and to my approval!" Bradmomma spouted, turning a little red in the face. If the little brat found a suitable dress, then he'd have to let Cinderella go, and there was no way Bradmomma was going to let that happen. Or... so he hoped.
"Yes Bradmomma!" said Cinderella, and he ran back to his Mouse- Homies. Now he'd have to come up with a dress, of course. The problem was, he had no such dress. His only hope was that the mouse-homies would be able to pull something together.
"Jack, Gus, you've gotta help me!" he said breathlessly when he found the mice. Gus was bowled off his chair completely while Jack dropped his piece of cheese and covered his ears,
"Dayum... so, mah down-home g-man, wut can we's do fo' y'all?" he asked, picking his cheese back up as he looked up at Cinderella. Gus found his way back up onto the chair and his cheese... eventually.
"I told Bradmomma that I had a nice dress to go to the ball in... and he said that if he approves of it I can go... but I don't HAVE any nice dresses..." Cinderella rambled off in one breath. "You've got to find me a dress or I'm screwed!"
"I...I'm afraid I don't follow. You want us to find you a dress by tomorrow night? And how exactly are we supposed to do that? Steal one from your step...siblings?" asked Gus, nibbling on the corner of his cheese. Cinderella thought about that idea for a moment. It seemed appealing, but...
"... no.. Bradmomma will recognise it... maybe if you steal one and change it somehow?" Jack rubbed his forehead sorely,
"So, y'all wants me and Gus to go stealz a dress from one uh yo' sistahs, and change it? Sounds easeh. You gots an idea about which dress y'allz wants?" he asked, taking a bite of his cheese. Cinderella honestly didn't care. A dress was a dress as far as he was concerned. He didn't like wearing any dress... but it had to be a good one or else Bradmomma wouldn't let him go to the ball,
"A nice one. Something that looks expensive. I don't care which one." Gus nodded,
"Right. We'll get right on it," he said, giving Cinderella a small salute. Jack stretched,
"Latah," he said, shoving the last of the cheese into his mouth before taking off with Gus. And so, the mice set to work.
The following evening, after all the day's chores had been done, and the stepsisters and Bradmomma were downstairs putting the final touches on their dresses, makeup, and etc, the mouse homies called Cinderella up to his room.
"Good evening," said Gus politely as he entered. Jack fidgeted,
"Yo' dress, g-man," he said, pointing to the dress in the corner where the dress was...uhm... sitting? Cinderella picked the dress up and inspected it.
"Great. This is perfect," he approved, and went to change... once he had, he went down to Bradmomma to get his approval.
"Bradmomma, here's my dress," he said. "Do you like it?" Bradmomma, who was just about to leave with his two 'daughters', turned around to address the problem at hand. He blanched slightly; so Cinderella really did have a dress?! No! This couldn't be happening! They had a ball to go and a prince to impress! They couldn't--! But wait... Bradmomma, upon second inspection, noted something he could at least point out,
"Oh... well, it's lovely, Cinderella," he said, "However... it looks terribly familiar..." he said, crossing his arms delicately. Drizella turned around to look at Cinderella's dress at this point, and gasped in horror at what he saw,
"That's MY dress!" he shouted. "Except you've added this HORRIBLY tacky lace to it!" And with that, he tore off the lace. This got Anastasia's attention, and he too tore something off the dress.
"And how COULD you add this ribbon?" he exclaimed in disgust. The pair continued tearing things off the dress, regardless of whether they were additions or not, until the dress barely stayed on Cinderella's body. Bradmomma smiled gently,
"Well... it seems you really haven't a dress to go in anymore, now have you?" he said, then turned to his 'girls'. "Anastacia, Drizella; come, let us go," he said, then sauntered out the door, his 'daughters' in tow.
Chapter Two:
The mouse homies Jack and Gus looked at each other, then at the sisters and Bradmomma, and waited for them to continue.
"The Prince!" Anastasia squealed as he tried on various hats in front of a mirror. "He's supposed to be handsome beyond all reckoning! Don't even bother coming, Drizella, because the moment he lays eyes on me his choice will be made." Drizella plucked his 'good' jacket out of Cinderella's hands and pushed Anastasia away from the mirror,
"Yeah, to find someone else. Everyone knows the Prince will choose ME," he said, giving the lapels on his jacket a tug for added effect. "Cinderella! My shoes!" he called. The mouse homies Jack and Gus scampered out the door, finding Cinderella. They stopped him and tugged at the hem of his skirt,
"Yo, Cinderella, mah down home g-man; them damn ugly step sisters o' y'alls is discussin' some so'ta par-tay on da eve followin'. Y'all should be askin' if you can accompany thems to da partay, since da Prince should be choosin' himself a wifey, and requested all da eligible shorties in da kingdom, yo," said Jack, striking a stereotyped pose. Gus just kind of stood around aimlessly doing nothing. Cinderella let out an exasperated sigh,
"But I'm not a girl," he protested. "I don't want to be nobody's 'wifey.' " He admitted being able to get out of the house and go dancing for once would be fun, but still. There was no way he was going out in public in a dress. Not anymore. Gus saw his chance then, and started chattering,
"But Cinders, you should go anyways. Since all the eligible ladies in the kingdom will be there, and only one is going to get chosen, there will be plenty of other ladies there for you to try and pick up, right?" he said, twitching nervously. Damn that nervous tick. Damn. He hated when the mouse homies were right.
"Well... that's true, but if I go with Bradmomma and my Step- 'sisters', they'll make me wear a dress, won't they?" he asked... As many ladies as would be there, they wouldn't go for a dude in a dress when the prince was there.
"Hmmm... perhaps," answered Gus.
"But-- if y'all go wearin' a suit unda'neeth yo dress, then y'all can change when ya get dere," said Jack, striking a similar pose. Cinderella thought about that idea for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense,
"Yea! That's tight! Y'alls da shizzle, yo." He said, and then stopped himself. It never failed. Talk to the mouse homies too much, and Cinderella always ended up talking like they did. "Thanks," he finished, and left to go find Bradmomma.
"You must be joking..." uttered a slightly apalled Bradmomma. Cinderella wanted to do... what? Go to the ball with them? "Absolutely not! All you have are rags, and I am most certainly not going to have my good name tarnished by your shoddy dress code," Bradmomma shouted, arms crossed.
"But.. but.." Cinderella protested, trying desperately to come up with an excuse. "I HAVE a dress. A good one. I - I've been saving it for a special occasion," he spurt out the first lie that came to mind. "This is special, isn't it? I just know you'll approve of the dress, Bradmomma. PLEASE let me go."
It almost hurt Cinderella to say it, but he had to go. He'd swipe some of his father's good clothes and change at the ball. Then he'd get a rich countess to marry him and he'd be rid of his goddamned family. Bradmomma grimaced,
"Eugh... fine. We'll see. But you can only go if it's nice, and to my approval!" Bradmomma spouted, turning a little red in the face. If the little brat found a suitable dress, then he'd have to let Cinderella go, and there was no way Bradmomma was going to let that happen. Or... so he hoped.
"Yes Bradmomma!" said Cinderella, and he ran back to his Mouse- Homies. Now he'd have to come up with a dress, of course. The problem was, he had no such dress. His only hope was that the mouse-homies would be able to pull something together.
"Jack, Gus, you've gotta help me!" he said breathlessly when he found the mice. Gus was bowled off his chair completely while Jack dropped his piece of cheese and covered his ears,
"Dayum... so, mah down-home g-man, wut can we's do fo' y'all?" he asked, picking his cheese back up as he looked up at Cinderella. Gus found his way back up onto the chair and his cheese... eventually.
"I told Bradmomma that I had a nice dress to go to the ball in... and he said that if he approves of it I can go... but I don't HAVE any nice dresses..." Cinderella rambled off in one breath. "You've got to find me a dress or I'm screwed!"
"I...I'm afraid I don't follow. You want us to find you a dress by tomorrow night? And how exactly are we supposed to do that? Steal one from your step...siblings?" asked Gus, nibbling on the corner of his cheese. Cinderella thought about that idea for a moment. It seemed appealing, but...
"... no.. Bradmomma will recognise it... maybe if you steal one and change it somehow?" Jack rubbed his forehead sorely,
"So, y'all wants me and Gus to go stealz a dress from one uh yo' sistahs, and change it? Sounds easeh. You gots an idea about which dress y'allz wants?" he asked, taking a bite of his cheese. Cinderella honestly didn't care. A dress was a dress as far as he was concerned. He didn't like wearing any dress... but it had to be a good one or else Bradmomma wouldn't let him go to the ball,
"A nice one. Something that looks expensive. I don't care which one." Gus nodded,
"Right. We'll get right on it," he said, giving Cinderella a small salute. Jack stretched,
"Latah," he said, shoving the last of the cheese into his mouth before taking off with Gus. And so, the mice set to work.
The following evening, after all the day's chores had been done, and the stepsisters and Bradmomma were downstairs putting the final touches on their dresses, makeup, and etc, the mouse homies called Cinderella up to his room.
"Good evening," said Gus politely as he entered. Jack fidgeted,
"Yo' dress, g-man," he said, pointing to the dress in the corner where the dress was...uhm... sitting? Cinderella picked the dress up and inspected it.
"Great. This is perfect," he approved, and went to change... once he had, he went down to Bradmomma to get his approval.
"Bradmomma, here's my dress," he said. "Do you like it?" Bradmomma, who was just about to leave with his two 'daughters', turned around to address the problem at hand. He blanched slightly; so Cinderella really did have a dress?! No! This couldn't be happening! They had a ball to go and a prince to impress! They couldn't--! But wait... Bradmomma, upon second inspection, noted something he could at least point out,
"Oh... well, it's lovely, Cinderella," he said, "However... it looks terribly familiar..." he said, crossing his arms delicately. Drizella turned around to look at Cinderella's dress at this point, and gasped in horror at what he saw,
"That's MY dress!" he shouted. "Except you've added this HORRIBLY tacky lace to it!" And with that, he tore off the lace. This got Anastasia's attention, and he too tore something off the dress.
"And how COULD you add this ribbon?" he exclaimed in disgust. The pair continued tearing things off the dress, regardless of whether they were additions or not, until the dress barely stayed on Cinderella's body. Bradmomma smiled gently,
"Well... it seems you really haven't a dress to go in anymore, now have you?" he said, then turned to his 'girls'. "Anastacia, Drizella; come, let us go," he said, then sauntered out the door, his 'daughters' in tow.