Olaf and his henchmen sat at a bar. They all had a lot to drink, but Olaf was the only one not acting like a idiot. Lights began to flash and cheesy techno music began to play. Olaf and his henchmen began to hoot and holler when women in skimpy clothes began to prance out on stage.

"WOOOO! WOMEN!" yelled the hook handed man. He clapped his hooks together and giggled when a woman pranced his way and did…a dance to put it lightly. He fell back onto the floor and giggled even more.

"Here's the guy who's gonna get married!" yelled the long nosed man. He pointed at Olaf. A girl pranced over to Olaf.

"Hey there, you lucky motha-" she began to say.

"GET AWAY FROM MY MAN!"

The dancer looked up and saw a speeding object colliding into her. They tumbled off of the bar/stage and rolled across the floor. The dancer had wide eyes as Violet began to beat her face in.

"THAT'S MY MAN!" she screamed as she pointed at Olaf. The dancer looked at him, but Violet slapped her across the face. "DON'T LOOK AT HIM! MINE! Get it? MIIIIINE!"

Violet threw the woman into a table and climbed up onto the stage. Everyone gawked at her, not because of what she had done, but what she was wearing. She had on a white corset type thing on with garters and a white wedding veil…not to mention white pumps.

Olaf's jaw had dropped and as he looked over Violet with his shiny eyes, he tried to comprehend why she was dressed like this. Olaf's henchmen were also staring at Violet, though thinking other things. She grinned and winked at Olaf. "Naughty Girl" began to play and Violet began to dance and everyone's eyes about bulged out of their head. Was this the Violet they knew? Was this once the girl that invented things to escape their clutches?

Violet began to do a Beyonce butt shake in Olaf's face and he leaned back in his chair. Even though he was drunk, he was slightly freaked out by Violet's behavior. Then again, it may be easier to steal her fortune. Oh well, he'd just go with it.

Everyone clapped when Violet finished her…dance and she knelt down in front of Olaf. Olaf's henchman began to hoot and giggle when Violet ran a hand across Olaf's face. When Violet turned away and strutted off stage, Olaf began to twitch and convulse.

"What's wrong, boss?" the hook handed man asked. They were all looking at Olaf with a funny expression on their faces, mainly cause they were drunk. He turned to face them.

"This is too easy," he whispered. He looked thoughtful. "Too easy. It's almost like…she actually does want to get married…or is infatuated with me."

"What's wrong with that?" the long nosed man asked.

"Nothing really…"

"Then why not go with the flow, boss?"

"It's too easy. Too easy for me. It's like we're not…evil." Olaf said. The henchmen looked at each other.

"Oh well, just get married to her. Then take her money and…uh…kill her? That's evil," the hook handed man said.

"Very good idea," Olaf said. "Get married, get her fortune, and kill her, I like it."
"No no no," the long nosed man said. "Marry her, honeymoon, get her fortune, and then kill her."

"Honeymoon? Why in the wor-" Olaf began.

"Whatcha mean, boss?" the hook handed man said, shocked. "Are you crazy?"

"Yeah, you'd disappoint her," cackled the long nosed man. Olaf gave him a stern look.

"And what about Esme?" Olaf asked. His henchmen looked clueless. "I'm going with my plan."