Thank you to my reviewers...and a small note to my bestest friend in the whole wide world Jackie (love ya!)...she figured out that by sheer coincidence, she shares a name with the fairy in my story. And since she brought it up in a chat session the other day, I am hereby covering all bases when I reiterate that all standard disclaimers apply, and I in no way own JAG (darn the luck) or Sleeping Beauty. I only own my own characters, especially Madelynne (since that's me). I tried to own Jaclyn, but she wouldn't let me.

Chapter 7: A Ruined Birthday Party

[Inside the cottage. Jaclyn is lighting the candles on the cake, which starts to melt down. She tries to hold it with a broom]

Jaclyn: Well, what do you think of it?

[Madelynne is still standing in a bad joke of a dress]

Anna: Why, it's a very unusual cake, isn't it?

Jaclyn: Yes. Of course it'll be a lot less gooey after it's baked.

Anna: Of course, dear. What do you think of the dress?

Jaclyn: Well, it's not exactly the way it is in the book, is it?

Anna: Well, I improved a bit! But perhaps if I added few more ruffles? What do you think?

Jaclyn: I think so. What do you think, Madelynne?

Madelynne: [struggles out of the dress, which falls to pieces] I think we've had enough of this nonsense. I think we ought to think of Mac, and what she'll think of this mess. I still think what I thought before. I'm going to get those wands. [going off]

Jaclyn: You know, I think she's right.

Madelynne: Here they are, good as new.

Anna: Careful, Madelynne! Quick, lock the doors. Jaclyn, you close the windows. Plug up every cranny, We can't take any chances! And now, [to Anna] you take care of the cake,

Madelynne: While I ...

Anna: Clean the room, dear, And I'll make the dress. Well, hurry!

[Madelynne shortly gets angry but then starts cleaning up]

Madelynne: Come on, bucket, mop, broom, Madelynne says, clean up the room! [they immediately start to sweep everything clean] Check me out, that rhymed again!

Anna: And now to make a lovely dress, fit the grace of fair princess. [works another sheet of blue cloth with her wand]

Jaclyn: Eggs, flour, milk, [the ingredients come walking] just do it the way it's here in the book. I'll put on the candles. [the cake starts to bake itself]

[Everything proceeds smoothly and quickly, but then Madelynne sees the dress]

Madelynne: Oh no, not blue. Make it pink. [she makes it pink]

Anna: Madelynne! Make it blue. [she makes it blue]

Madelynne: Pink. [makes it pink]

Anna: Blue. [makes it blue]

Madelynne: Pink. [this time Anna stands before the dress and gets pink herself]

[They start fighting over the color. The camera turns to the fireplace, where blazes of color go through the chimney. We see the house from the outside, and Maleficent's pet raven, who sees the fireworks. Inside the house, the 'war' continues, until they both hit the dress at the same time, with the result that it looks like two cans of color were emptied on it]

Anna: Look what you've done!

Jaclyn: Shh, listen! [we hear MacKenzie humming 'once upon a dream']

Madelynne: It's Mac!

Anna: She's back, enough of this foolishness. [at the dress] Make it blue. [makes it blue] Now hide, quick.

Madelynne: Pink. [makes it pink]

[outside, MacKenzie hurries toward the house]

MacKenzie: Aunt Anna,

[inside, the mop is still mopping the floor]

Anna: Good gracious, who left the mop running?

Madelynne: Stop, mop!

[MacKenzie opens the door and enters. Maleficent's raven appears in the door]

MacKenzie: Aunt Anna, Jaclyn, Madelynne! Where is everybody? [sees dress and cake] Oh!

Fairies: Surprise, surprise!

Jaclyn: Happy birthday!

MacKenzie: Oh you darlings, this is the happiest day of my life. Everything's so wonderful, just wait till you meet him.

Jaclyn: Him?

Madelynne: Mac!

Anna: You've met some stranger?

MacKenzie: Oh he's not a stranger, we've met before.

Anna: You have?

Madelynne: Where?

MacKenzie: Once upon a dream! [starts singing, and dances with Jaclyn]
I know you
I walked with you
Once upon a dream ...

Jaclyn: She's in love.

Madelynne: Oh no.

Anna: This is terrible!

MacKenzie: [startled] Why? After all, I am sixteen.

Anna: It isn't that, dear.

Jaclyn: You're already betrothed.

MacKenzie: Betrothed?

Madelynne: Since the day you were born.

Jaclyn: To Prince Harmon, dear.

MacKenzie: But that's impossible! How could I marry a prince, I'd have to be ...

Madelynne: A princess.

Jaclyn: And you are dear!

Anna: Princess Sarah. Tonight, we're taking you back to your father, King Albert.

[the raven flies off]

MacKenzie: But, but I can't! He's coming here tonight, I promised to meet him.

Anna: I'm sorry, child, but you must never see that young man again.

MacKenzie: Oh, no, no! I can't believe it. No, no!

[MacKenzie runs upward to her room]

Madelynne: And we thought she'd be so happy.

[MacKenzie lies on her bed, crying]