Chapter 5: Museum Break In

Hours later, after talk the girls and with their neighbors and some napping, the girls headed over to the boys dorm room across the school. As soon as they walked through the door, they liked the boys room, but enjoyed their room way better, when though Wendell and Patrick had a the bigger room, the girls room was fitted to more their style.

Patrick was excitedly playing a video game on the flat screen TV, while Wendell emptied his pockets of various stolen objects onto his bed.

"Wendell, what're you doing?" Lyra asked as she examined the many objects. "You know your father's not here, right?"

Wendell rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I know that but It's called stealing." He replied as Snowi stood next to him looking at all the things on his bed. "Well, Lyra, it's like buying whatever I want, except it's free."

"Okay, so you could do that," Lyra started as she examined the necklace in her hand, "Or, you could leave all of this here, and pick it up when we take over the world." She said as if it was obvious.

"You sound just like your Mom." Olivia remarked as she snatched a bag of potato chips and started to munch on them. "These taste like heaven, so salty and crunchy, not soft and mushy like the ones back on the isle."

"Thank you." Lyra said with a smile, believing the words to be a compliment by her best friend.

"You do it your way, and I'll do it mine." He said as he took out his wallet and placed some money he had taken and put it in the wallet.

"Die suckers!" Patrick shouted happily, breaking Lyra from her suspicions as she rolled her eyes. "Wendell, come check this thing out! It's awesome!"

Wendell took the controllers from Patrick, dodging the virtual punches and quickly turning the table to throw punches at bad guys as he laughed happily.

"Guys!" Olivia snapped, getting the other three's attention, for Lyra, who in return put her hand son her hips, while tapping her foot rapidly.

"Do I have to remind you why we're here?" The red-headed teenage witch asked, her voice dangerously irritated.

"Zinnia/Malucia's, blah, blah, blah," Patrick shrugged as he threw another virtual punch, "Wand/Scepter, blah, blah, blah…" this earned a chuckle from Wendell except for the three girls, who was very annoyed now.

They two boys, apparently did not understand that if they all didn't take this seriously then they would have to go back to the Isle of the Lost and face the disappointment and angry wrath of their parents? Which the three girls didn't want to do, because of what their Mother's would do to them.

"This is our one chance, to prove ourselves to our parents!" Lyra shouted, making her friends fall silent and look at her.

"To prove that we are evil, and vicious, and ruthless, and cruel." Olivia added, with a friendly punch on Lyra's arm, who in return smiled and punched back.

The others all nodded and said. "Yeah?" As a question. Lyra and Olivia's faces became a little upset with what they just said.

"Yeah." They all repeated with fake happiness, not wanting to anger Olivia - who when mad was very scary - and Lyra, being the only daughter of the Most Power Witch of Dark Magic was big shadow to live in.

"Snowi, Mirror me." She said, breaking the tension that had formed. The blue-haired girl looked for her magic mirror from her purse and sat in the chair nearby, the others gathered around her as she called on its magic.

"Mirror, mirror, on the… in my hand," she corrected herself before continuing, "Where does Malucia's wand… stand?" the glass started to ripple, like the ripples in a pool before showing the image of a glowing purple magic wand.

"There it is." Lyra said in awe, looking at all the bright light it wa putting off.

"But, where is it?" Olivia asked, not knowing how to find it, plus they didn't even know exactly where it is.

"Magic Mirror, not so close," Snowi whispered politely. The image changed from the wand to an image of the entire earth, not exactly helpful. "Closer," the image zoomed in, but not very much. "Closer… closer!"

"Can I go back to my game now? I'm on level three!" Patrick urged, getting bored by the slow attempt to locate the wand.

Wendell suddenly shouted, "Stop!" spotting the location of the Magic Wand.

"It's in a museum." Lyra said, spotting the sign that read: The Museum of Cultural Histories.

"Is it near here?" Olivia asked looking at the wand in the mirror. She started wide eyed at it, knowing that was her only way of proving to her Mom, she was her perfect daughter.

Wendell pulled out the laptop he stole and typed in a few things before he foudn what he was looking for. "2.3 miles from here, to be exact." He explained, showing them the map from the school to the museum.

Lyra nodded, "Let's move." And with that command the red-haired witch peeked her head out the door to see if the coast was clear, seeing that it was she turned back to the gang. "Come on." The others followed their leader into the hallway. Except for Wendell who was still absorbed in his game, not wanting to leave it there, paused, almost to the next level.

Noticing they were missing a member of their group, Olivia called, "Wendell!" In a sing-song voice.

"Coming!" he called back as he grabbed his jacket and ran to catch up with them.

The five teens successfully made it out of the school and were currently sneaking through the streets, looking for the museum. Then they spotted it and started to look around. Now all they had to do was get in and get the wand.

"Check your mirror." Olivia instructed, not seeing the front door with the naked eye.

Snowi suddenly panicked, "Why? Is my mascara smudged?" she asked, checking the mirror to see if her makeup was okay. She sighed in relief that everything was perfect still.

Olivia just rolled her eyes, "Yeah. And while you're at it, see if you can find us the wand." She said, clearly annoyed and wanting to steal the thing already.

Snowi nodded in understanding, "Oh, right," she checked the mirror, "This way." She pointed, leading the four of them in the correct direction and bringing them to the front entrance to the museum. The five teens looked through the windows on the double-doors, spotting a single security guard and a wooden spinning-wheel in the center on a pedestal.

A sign on the pedestal read, Maleficent's Spinning Wheel.

"What the ... is that?" Patrick asked, in awe of a spindle, that Maleficent used in Sleeping Beauty, to make Aurora fall into a 1,000 year sleep.

"It is, but I thought it was, just a fairy tale!" Snowi gasped, wondering if what she was seeing was real.

"If that is the actually spinning wheel, then that's mean ..." Olivia was cut off by Lyra.

"Then that means she does exist and we can use it to out advantage!" Lyra beamed in delight, knowing that she could use it, even if it was just a replica, not the real thing, to could still be summoned to use with magic.

Lyra smiled opening her spell-book that her mother packed her. She thought about if Maleficent had a spell book like hers, then their could be a possibility that all the beloved fairytale villains were somewhere like her Mom was. She flipped through the pages until she found the one linked to the spinning wheel. "Magic spindle do not linger, make my victim prick a finger…" she read then played a tune on her flute.

The yellow-green music noted flew though the door, circling the guard inside as he then yawned loudly before scratching his lower back but otherwise the spindle did nothing.

"Impressive." Patrick exclaimed mockingly with a chuckled from Wendell.

"Yeah, I got chills." Wendell added with a punch from Olivia. Lyra just groaned and looked back at her book, seeing there was a bit more to the spell she had to read,

"Prick the finger, prick it deep, send my enemy off to sleep…" she then played the music noted and the same yellow-green notes flew around the guard as he stood up again, this time he approached the spinning wheel as if in a sleepy tired trance. He reached out to touch it but pricked his finger on the sharp spindle. He winced a little bir before yawning loudly and lying down on the platform, curling up and falling asleep.

"Not so corny now, huh?" Lyra gloated with a smirk. She tried to open the door but inwardly cursed to find it locked up good and tight.

Seeing an opportunity to kick some butt, Patrick grinned and backed away from the door, "Stand back," he advised. Lyra just ignored him and read another page from her book.

"Make it easy, make it quick, open up without a kick!" the doors then swung open as Patrick ran at them letting loose a manly war-cry. He tried to use a jump-kick to bust down the door, but all he did was look silly before falling on his butt.

Snowi giggled while Olivia just ruffled his hair as the three girls passed. It was pretty funny, Olivia couldn't help bur catch it on her new phone, and saved it to watch again and again.

"Coming?" the witch-in-training asked smugly looking at the blue clad bit on the ground.

Patrick got to his feet before following them, Wendell was examining the sleeping guard curiously. It found it very fascinating that magic could do this to a person, but yet also scary. He now didn't what to get on the teenage witch's bad side.

"Wendell!" Olivia called/whispered in annoyance, getting the boy's attention and getting him to catch up to them.

"Coming!" he whispered back with a roll of the eyes catching up to the four other teens.

As the teens navigated through the dark halls of the museum with Snowi in the lead, they were getting psyched to steal the wand. "It's close, this way!" The blu-haired girl said excitedly as the five of them made a left turn, only to be met by a one of the very large exhibit called the Gallery of Villains.

The teens gaped in silence at the wax figures of Lyra's Mom. She was in her most pristine look, her signature pose with her flue in her hand and Slyder behind her with a evil smirk on her face. Lyra said nothing as she just stared at the statue of her Mom with a blank look on her face.

Wendell was the first to snap out of it. "Well, the wand's not here. Let's bounce."

The others except for Lyra nodded and continued to follow Snowi looking for the wand. Lyra stayed where she was, never looking away from her mother.

"Let's go." Olivia added as they left their red-haired friend, looking up at her Mother in awe.

Lyra didn't notice them leave, she couldn't pull herself from her thoughts; her mother was so evil, malicious, and malevolent. How could she live up to that? How could she be just as horrible as her Mother. She'd tried her entire sixteen years of life to prove to her mother that she could be just as evil as her. All she wanted was for Lyrdia to be proud of her. But no matter what she did, no matter how perfectly she did it, her mother always found flaws to use against her. Which discouraged the teenage witch, very much.

"Look at you

Look at me

I don't know who to be

Mother ..."

Lyra sang sadly looking into her Mother's eyes. She honestly didn't know who she wanted to be. She wanted to be just like her Mother, but she also wanted to be herself.

"Is it wrong? Is it right?

Be a thief in the night

Mother, Tell me what to do?"

Olivia rounded the corner, "Lyra, come on." She said, turning back to get back to the others, thinking Lyra was right behind her. The teenage witch started to follow her friend, unaware of a loud clap of thunder and a streak of red lightning behind her striking the statue of Lydia. She was completely oblivious until she heard the unmistakable maniacal cackle of her mother.

Lyra whipped her head around to come face to face with Lydia, in all her evil glory, laughing like a maniac. The young girls eyes grew wide at her Mother.

"Don't be so serious Pumpkin!" Lydia giggled then snapped her fingers as a spotlight appeared over her.

[Lydia:]

"I was once like you, my child; slightly insecure

Argued with my mother too, thought I was mature."

Lydia sang, her daughter hanging on every word of the older witch's song.

[Lydia:]

"But I put my heart aside

And I used my head

Now I think it's time you learned what

Dear old mama said!"

The dark fairy then threw her hands up and walked down the stairs slowly, and dramatically.

[Lydia:]

"Don't you wanna evil, like me?

Don't you wanna be mean…

Don't you wanna make mischief

Your daily routine

Well you can spend your life

Attending to the poor,"

She sang mockingly, mimicking a old woman. Which made Lyra smile a bit at her Mother, singing, which was something she hardly did other then her famous song: Wonderful Me.

[Lydia:]

"But when you're evil doing less is doing more

Don't you wanna be ruthless

And rotten and mad!

Don't you wanna be very,

Very good at being bad!"

She bopped Lyra on the nose playfully, which shocked the young witch. Lydia took hold of her flute and spun in as wildly on her finger before she pointed it at her daughter. Which made the young girl jump at what her Mother had just done.

[Lydia:]

"I have tried my whole life long

To do the worst I can,

Clawed my way to victory

Built my master plan

Now the time has come my dear

For you to take your place,"

Lydia walked back up the stairs then turned to look her daughter directly in the eye, and sang,

[Lydia:]

"Promise me you'll try to be an absolute disgrace!

Don't you wanna be evil like me?

Don't you wanna be cruel?

Don't you wanna be nasty, and brutal, and cool,"

Lydia made a Hang Ten sign with her hand before continuing.

[Lydia:]

"And when you grab that wand

That's when your reign begins,"

Lyra looked up in awe as her mother tossed her flute to her daughter, the red-haired teen witch staring at it as if it was worth her weight in gold.

[Lydia:]

"Who wants an evil queen

Without a sack of sins?"

Lydia clapped her hands twice and Lyra tossed the flute back to her, Lydia catching it with ease, as she continued to sing.

[Lydia:]

"Don't you wanna be heartless, and hardened as stone?

Don't you wanna be finger-lickin' evil to the bone!?"

Lyra grinned up at her mother as she hung on every word that she sang, blue clouds of thunder and lightning formed above the duo and Lydia sang on,

[Lydia:]

"This is not for us to ponder,

This was preordained.

You and I shall rule together,

Freedom soon regained

Mistress of the Universe; powerful and strong!"

She then turned to her daughter, with a wicked evil grin and sang.

[Lydia:]

"Daughter, hear me, help me, join me!

Won't you sing along?"

Lydia magical made her flute long, like a staff threw it to Lyra who caught it in surprise as her mom grasped it next to her, Lyra joining in on the song as they both grinned madly.

[Lyra and Lydia:]

"Now we're gonna be evil, it's true. Never gonna think twice!"

[Lyra:]

"And we're gonna be Spiteful!"

[Lydia:]

"Yes, Spiteful!"

Lyra grasped the end of the staff, Lydia bumped her daughter with her hip before smiling, "That's nice!"

[Lydia:]

"In just an hour or two

Our future's safe and sure

This mother-daughter act

Is goin' out on tour!"

Lydia spun her daughter around so they stood side-by-side on the pedestal, looking just as evil and wicked in every sense of the word. This was exactly what Lyra needed to reassure her in her Mother's plains.

[Lydia:]

"If you wanna be Evil

And awful, and Free

Then you should thank your lucky stars

That you were born the girl you are

The Daughter of an evilicious queen

Like Me!"

The Witch of Dark Magic laughed and cackled wildly as more yellow-green lightning flashed and roared behind her until with one final flash she once again took the form of a lifeless wax figure as Lyra blinked.

Lyra looked at her mother's statue, wondering if that'd been real or if it was just her imagination. She now was more confident in what she had to do, steal that wand, and then she will be just as wicked as her Mother. That made her happy. Lyra turned around and went to find the others.

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Mean while Olivia found herself wandering around, looking for the wand, when she stumbled upon a wax figure of her Mom: Dame Devin, with paintings of how things went down for Blair and her family, Mom and Dad before and after they died.

Dame Devin's figure held up a a shining Gardaina crown with a malicious grin, that send chills down the blonds back.

"Mother?" Olivia squeaked looking wide-eyed at her Mother, who was looking like she was physically was right before her.

Her Mother her whole life, groomed her to be a reigning queen. She was taught that there we're certain things that a queen should do and things that they shouldn't do. She hated learning how to curtsy, how to ballroom dance, how to have etiquette, and many other things, which she only did when she was around her Mother, of people that knew her Mother. Other than that she would rebel against what others told her to do, what the rules said she'd do the opposite. She dreaded parties, she hated rules, she disliked being nice and courteous. She knew her Mother wasn't a spotless role model, she did murder the queen and king so her daughter - Delancey - to rule on the throne. Now this was her change to do what her sister couldn't do.

Olivia sighed and sat down on the stairs leading up to her Mother's wax figure. She looked around at all the letters, pictures of her Mother and the screenshots of what her Mom did to be sent to the isle.

(tune of to be a princess to be a popstar)

"To be like you, Mom

Is more than I can do

To be like you, Mom

Is a challenge everyway

I've tried my best everyday,

But I always end up rebelling,

I'm just not cut out to be a queen

I'm never gonna be like you ..."

The blond girl sang softly, holding back a tear that threatened to fall, bur she bit her lip and held it back. She pivoted around to the door and started to walk away still wondering if she was going to be a queen. Olivia jumped at the sound of a loud clap of thunder and a streak of green lightning, she whipped her head around jumping of the stairs and backing up as the lightning stroke the statue of her Mother, Dame Devin, the most malicious, cruel, self centered woman alive.

"Hello, Muffin!" Dame Devin's voice rang out in a peppy voice.

Olivia started wide eyed at her Mother. "How ... you ... when ... isle ... huh?" She managed to wheeze out staring wide eyed and her mouth was on the ground.

"Muffin, close your mouth, you'll catch flies." The red-headed woman in muted lime green said walking down the stairs. "I see your having trouble deciding what yo do, is that right?"

Olivia looked at her Mother. "Yeah ..." She said turning around as her Mother circled her.

"Well, I know just what will change your mind!" She said clearing her throat then a single stoplight fell on her as music came from nowhere.

[Dame Devin:]

"To be a Queen Is to rule with an iron fist

To be a Queen Is to do your very best

Sit for a portrait, never squirm
But also stay yet so stern
Do a plié and never fall
Always stand up very tall

To be a Queen Is to always look your best"

She sang with a smile, rapping her arm about her daughter, and making various hand gestures with her free hand, looking at her daughter occasionally.

[Dame Devin:]

"Curtsey when princes come to call
Wear a new gown to every ball
All through the day there's
Just one way you must behave

To maintain a regal gait
And be charming but detached
Bend from above and always
Wear your gloves and wave,"

She sang, again making various hand gestures. She snapped her finger and Olivia didn't the bowing, waving, curtsying and many other things in the song, who rolled her eyes.

[Dame Devin:]

Shoulders back and tummy in and

Pinky out and lift the chin and

Slowly turn your head from side to side

Breathing gently, stepping lightly

Smile brightly, nod politely

Do everything you do with pride

Rule!"

Dame Devin sang, as Olivia followed with each of the moves her Mother said with grace, her face was telling a different story, than he body language.

"But Mom, I know you want me to be a perfect Queen, but I'm not sure if I will be a good ruler or anything." Olivia sighed sitting on the steps, slumping down, resting her elbows on her knees and resting her head in her hand.

Dame Devin walked over to her daughter, her heels hitting the cold stone floor. "Oh Muffin, surely you don't believe that!" She told her daughter.

Olivia abruptly stood up slapping her hands to her side. "That's just it! I don't know what to believe, Mom!" Olivia exclaimed in frustration. "I'm just not a perfect poster child for being a queen!"

Dame Devin looked at her daughter, putting her hands on her hips she walked over to the blond. "What makes you think that?" She asked her daughter.

"Look at the way I lived, we lived, on the Isle, I hardly count that as a perfect place to raise a queen." Olivia told her Mom, crossing her arms.

"Muffin, it was only that way because of what the heroes did to us, they banished us there, and this is out time to get them back, out them in our place!" Dame Devin explained to the blond girl, who sighed, as the older red-head woman frowned.

"You don't get it!" Olivia exclaimed stomping her foot on the ground as some music cued, again out of nowhere.

(song change tune to I'm not ready to be a princess)

[Olivia:]

"Everything seems crazy big

And I'm feeling unsteady

You say I'll be just fine

But I don't think I'm ready"

Olivia sang, making various hand gestures. She pointed at her Mother, then she pointed to herself and shook her head, slapping her hands down to her side.

[Olivia:]

"New castles, new rules, new plans

And a ball where you want ME to dance

I'm just a young girl from a small, small isle

In this world I don't stand a chance"

Olivia was some bit right, she had done alot of things, when her Mother wasn't around that a queen would probably never do. She was from the Isle, a small ran down, dump for them to live in. She hated balls and parties so much, she just wasn't cut our for royal life.

[Olivia:]

"I'm not ready to be a queen

I don't have what it takes

I hate to wear gowns

I look bad in crowns

And I'm gonna make a bajillion mistakes"

Olivia sang as she shook her head, waved her hands around the air, she spun around and made a funny face fakely holding a crown of her head. It just wasn't a life she wanted to live, it was something that she didn't want to experience at all.

[Olivia:]

"I'm not a angel to be a queen

I respectfully refuse

I don't like the rules

I don't want the jewels

And I just don't like the crowns and gowns"

Olivia walked around the room, that was dedicated to her Mother, stopping at various painting depicting things that had happened. Pointing to certain things in the paintings that went with her song. She meant every word of the song, she didn't want to be a queen.

(to be a princess tune, again :)

[Dame Devin:]

Lots of jewels

[Olivia:]

Don't want the jewels

[Dame Devin:]

Stand up looking regal

[Dame Devin and Olivia:]

Wear a new gown to every ball

[Olivia:]

I'm not ready

[Dame Devin:]

Yes you are, dear

[Olivia:]

Do a plié and never fall

[Dame Devin:]

Never gripe or raise your voice

[Olivia:]

Do a curtsy

[Dame Devin:]

Nod politely

[Olivia and Dame Devin:]

Do everything you do with pride

Rule!

[Dame Devin:]

To be a queen is to always do your best

[Olivia:]

I think I'm ready to leave them all impressed!

As the song ended, after the Mother and Daughter duo finished the song and dance, Olivia turned back around to her Mom, but the strange thing is that Dame Devin, was back to a wax figure.

"Wicked!" Olivia gasped wondering if what she saw was real or not. "What I hallucinating?" She was stunned at what had happened, she didn't dare tell anyone, maybe Lyra, but it was something that she was going to keep to herself. She turned around and went to find the others.

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Wendell looked around, mumbling the list of qualities in a woman he needed, when he came upon a wax figure of his Father, Wenlock who held up his staff, his eyes glared a horrible evil sparkle of wicked spender with his pet Phoenix on it's back legs with the wings spread out. "Killer…" the short brown-haired boy said in awe of his Father, but yet wondered how he would ever be him!

He looked at his Father, for the first time, he was actually nit all that scared at the wax figure, then in person. He tried his pest to be his Father, Wenlock Wendell Jr. was his name, but he was called Wendell, since he would have to life up to his Father's standers then he would be able to take on the name. It was hard to the teen to do, his Father was much older than him, and there weren't that many girls on the isle that liked flirting - if you did they'd give you a black eye, especially Olivia, which is a whole new story - but the poor guy couldn't help but try, then when he failed, he hated the consequences. He turned around and looked at the door that lead into the hallway.

A sound of a loud clap of thunder and a streak of yellow lightning, make Wendell whip around And starting at the wax figure if his father as the lightning stroke the statue of his Father, Wenlock, the most evil wizard alive.

"Wendell! Nice to see you my wizard-in-training, being a bad boy as always?" Wenlock asked walked down the stairs waving his staff around.

"Yeah, I put up a right with Patrick." Wendell lied, it was more like Patrick put up a fight with Wendell. But he didn't want to be a disgrace in his Father's eyes.

"Good, wooing the girls?" Wenlock grinned at his son, looking ay his straight dead in the eyes.

"Yep, got a few girls." Wendell smirked, rubbing his nails on his jacket is I he were all that and a basket of fruit! He thinks he's Zeus' gift to women, at least that's what his Father told him.

Wenlock snapped his fingers and a spot light came on over him and rock music started to play from no where. Wendell was shocked at what was happening but he was also very curious but loving the music.

[Wenlock:]

"I know what girls like
They want a man to take
Control and not wimp out
They desire
A handsome man so one that adores them
But they hate a sissy boy so
Never let'em see you cry, now
Son listen to me!"

The older wizard sang making various hand movements and swinging his staff around. He put his hands on his son's shoulder and he presented to make the sigh for crying, Wendell smiled a bit at that.
[Wenlock:]

"Girls like bling and romance but don't!
Go over board, but not to much!
Girls wanna be wooed by men?
But never ever,
Get to attached this will only
Make it harder to break up if you don't
Like them because there to clingy!
Diamonds?
Mink coats?"

Wenlock sang, he didn't do many moves, he mainly just walked around his son, singing the song, as Wendell soaked up every word that his Father sang. He was mesmerized my the words, they were lifting his spirits about girls!

[Wenlock:]

"Make all the plans
Take a chance, why not ask her on a date?
Pick up the check
Don't let her know how much you care
Never look in her eyes, and tell her even if you're scared
Never let your guard
Down, never ever."

Wenlock sang, to his son, who took out a not pad he had taken from Snowi, hence it was blue, and was writing down everything his father was telling him. He was going to be the hottest guy in all the outside world.

[Wenlock:]

"They like a little danger and might not admit it
Bad boys are what girls dream about
Keep it smooth and use your
Swag, like Jagger
Get real and believe in yourself! Your self confidence is the one thing that wins over girls! Don't act like you are everything
Unless your are everything
Got it?"

Wendell tried to keep up with the notes, but watching his Father sing and do hand movements, he would have to remember them in his brain - which he didn't use all that often.

[Wenlock:]

"Be unpredictable, girls like surprises.
Act all superior girls really dig that.
Be not to honest, but not brutally honest
Follow through when you say you'll do something,"

Wenlock was getting though to his son. Even though he was on the isle, when the barrier was broken, Lydia and some of the villains were getting through to their kids from the isle. It was by accident that Lydia found this out, but she was glad, then she could communicate with her daughter and her little friends.

[Wenlock:]

"Have a good sense of humor, make'em laugh
Understand that girls change their minds alot, alot
Be charming as always, charming isn't being pompous
Go out of your way to woo girls,"

Wendell knew most of it, as a kid, he thought girls were gross, but as he got older, he liked girls, and practically dated a few girls on the isle. He have so pumped about getting the girls here, because they were more girly than the ones on the isle - minus Snowi.

[Wenlock:]

"Give gifts to then spontaneously
Sometimes brag to other guys about your
Girl to make them jealous of
You, got it?
Help them even of they say they
Don't need help, don't let them get they're
Way, you do everything got it son?"

The music continued to play for a little bit as Wenlock talked to his son. "Now Wendell, don't be afraid to comment her on out outfit, and lie sometimes. Don't tell her she looks great when she doesn't. Honestly some girls, you can win for losing."

Wendell nodded and turned around mentally doing a happy dance in his brain. He was going to be the most charming bad boy in all of the outside world. He turned around when the music had stopped and his Father was back to being a wax figure. Wendell didn't hesitate, he ran out of the room, and to find the others.

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Mean while, the blue-haired girl found herself wandering about the dark halls, she can upon a door way, what she saw was bone chilling. "I'm never forgetting mother's day again…" Snowi gulped as she stared at the statue of The Snow Queen on her carriage with horses, standing up with her hands out, ready to freeze someone.

She finally could look at her Mother into her eyes, the ice blue that help so much hatred and malicious. The blue-haired girl shuttered at the look the wax figure of her Mother was giving her. She tried her best to clean the house and look the best to her Mother's approval, even when she fell short, she ended up making it up - after feeling the cruelness of her Mom, big time, is when she'd make it up. She yearned to see her Mother's Ice Castle, and rule in it. But she didn't know if she would ever measure up to her Idol, her Mother.

The sound of a loud clap of thunder and a streak of ice blue lightning, she gasped, her blue eyes as wide as wide can be looking at the statue as the lightning stroke the statue of her Mother, The Snow Queen, the most cold-hearted, OCD woman in Fairytale Land.

"Ice Princess, you look marvelous in this soft blue lighting!" The Snow Queen beamed with a smile, which freaked out the blue-haired girl.

"Uh ... thanks?" Snowi asked. She was trying to figure out what just had happened.

The Snow Queen looked at her blue-haired daughter. "Oh, my Icy Evilette, why the shocked face?"

Snowi raised her eyebrows at her Mother. "It just how are you here when your on the isle?" Snowi asked turning around and closing her eyes, she counted to three and whipped around, to see if she was just dreaming.

"You sound crazy, I'm here to tell you why you need to steal that wand!" The Show Queen said in a victorious voice, easing her hands in the air and shaking them.

"Since you hear, why don't you get them wand?" Snowi asked her "Mother" who let out a exasperated groan.

"That's not how it works!" The Snow Queen told her daughter, searching the girls face. "Tell me Snowi, what troubles you?"

"Uh ..." Snowi didn't know what to say, as a teenage girl, she had insecurities that she didn't want anyone to know about. Yes she was working on them, but maybe her Mother, could help. "I dunno." She sighed.

"Maybe, your having insecurities now your here, and seeing all the outsiders and how they act and dress? What will the boys think about you?" The Snow Queen said to her daughter, walking around her, who nodded. "I know just the think to boost you confidence!"

[The Snow Queen:]

"You want to catch a boy? Yes, Snowi
Look at you, as fragile as a flower
Still a little sapling, just a sprout
So beautiful and flawless yes, a snowflake
That will, catch many boys attention, your beautiful!"

She sang making snowflakes fly around the room and around the girl, making shapes of a flows and a little tree, making Snowi stare in awe.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Guess I always knew the day is coming
When you get married to a prince and crown
Soon, but not yet
Trust me, Snowi
Mother knows best"

She sang, putting the back of her hand on her forehead dramatically, then she made bells sound and creating a hologram of a wedding dress and vail on Snowi, how used her hands to make it go away, and it did as Snowi looked at her.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Mother knows best
Listen to your mother
I know what your going through
Mother knows best
Beauty is power, Snowi
Something that will never go away"

She did a spin making her dress fan out, rapping her arm around her Daughter and panning her hand out wide in the air. Snowi looked in wonder at her Mother and her funny, yet amazing song.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Bronzer, blush, lip stick, eye shadow,
Big kissable lips, irresistible!
Remember dear, beauty is everything nowadays and -
Stop, let me, finish, what I'm saying"

She magically made those things fly around the room and Snowi, she looked at her and pointed her finger at the girl, who had her arms crossed, Snowi tried to interrupt, but was stopped by her Mother.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Mother's right here
Mother will protect you
Darling, here's what I suggest
Stay beautiful get,
Envy from all the rest
Mother knows best"

She hugged the blue-haired girl, who looked at her Mother in shock, as The Snow Queen patted her patted the head and walked her over to a mirror and looked into it and The Snow Queen looked into the mirror making it ripple in a magical way showing a picture of girls getting jealous of the blue-haired girl, Snowi, who was being trailed by a bunch of guys.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Mother knows best
Take it from your mumsy
Always contour, before you add foundation
Check, you make up
Constantly, Snowi - please!
No guy will want a
Ugly girl
Positively ravishing
Is what they want, and, hmm...you
Have, it all
Listen to the words
I'm just reassuring what you already know"

She sang, making hand gestures at Snowi's face, shaking her finger at the girl, then got her to look in the mirror again. She made a face at the word "ugly" then brighten up at "ravishing". Snowi was seemingly enjoying this song and just reassuring her what she already know.

[The Snow Queen:]

"Mother understands
Mother's here to help you
All I have is one request"

Snowi looked at her Mom waiting for the answer to her Mother's request. She always listened to her Mother, even when she really did what to ((A/N: can't say the same about myself)).

[The Snow Queen:]

"Don't forget it
You'll regret it
Mother knows best!"

Snowi raised her eyebrows as her Mother sang, she understood what she was talking her. All the hand gestures and make up holograms from her ring, she knew all that, and yes, her Mother knew best. She felt was more confident with her Mother's song, she turned around and smiled.

"You know Mom... hey?" Snowi trailed off seeing that her Mother was back as a max figure, when she turned around. "Whoa! Did my imagination get the best of me?"

Snowi had no clue, but she felt way better and that no outsider girl was going to out shine her, she would always be the most beautiful and have everything clean and neat, because that's what her Mother taught her! She turned around and ran out of the room, trying to find her friends.

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Mean while Patrick was running through the halls, looking for that wand. "Whoa…" Patrick said, at a loss for words at the sight of Philippe in with his sword drawled with his lion mast on with a chilling smirk with some wax figures of Philippe henchman, including, Bertram when he came around the corner.

There was no way in Hades that he thought he'd ever measure up to his Father. He was the cousin of the king, he had his rightful place on the throne, he was in line, until the queen and king had a son. You couldn't blame Philippe wanting to have his rightful place on the throne. He could never do what his Father did. His plans were never foolproof and he's always mess up. He wanted to follow though with the plain, grabbing the wand was easy, but the hard part was ruling Paris, yes he was going to be the second to the throne. But all the rules that went with that, that was all so hard to do.

Just as he turned around the sound of a loud clap of thunder and a streak of dark blue lightning, Patrick jumped, but slipping in the process, talking on his butt as the lightning stroke the statue of his Father, Philippe, the vengeance seeking cousin.

"Patrick, nice to see you again my boy." Philippe said, waving his sword around the air.

"Y-you t-to f-father," Patrick stuttered with a shaky voice, looking at the once wax figure, now real person, his father, flesh and blood, standing before him.

"Why the long face?" Philippe asked his son putting away his sword.

"Its nothing." Patrick lied with a shrug as if on cue a spotlight appeared over Philippe and music cued.

[Philippe:]

"We've been shut
Out by the outsiders
Forgotten are out deeds
And for twenty long years we've been stuck on the Isle
But today we are escaping
For us to rule the world, evil
Is what will be, so you grab that wand?"

Philippe sang, pacing back in forth in front of his song, with a wickedly evil smile on his face. Patrick looked at his Father, never had he heard him sing, he was very sure he was imaging things.

[Philippe:]

"We're claiming what is rightfully and finally OURS
And what better choice then I could be?
Bring forth the fanfare and shout loud!
Bow down to your new king, and throw
A ball and wear the crown, for this is our fate?"

Philippe sat on the steps is if it were a throne, motioning for his son to come, Patrick sat down beside him, and raised his hands to the sky and shook them in the air as some trumpets and shouts came from no where and confetti fell.

[Philippe:]

Raise every glass
And rouse every cheer!
Praise that the reign of Philippe is here!
Master in charge of all that I see
All hail me -us!

He raise his hand up as if he had a glass in it, then stood up stood in a regal pose, with a smug smirk on his have as his soon did the same thing, then looked at his Father as he added the "us".

[Philippe:]

And by showing the power, I get all that I desire
Like a crown, and they will bow down, to us!"

Philippe sang, pretending to put a crown on his head, Patrick did the same. Philippe took out his sword and held it high in the sky.

[Philippe:]

Bring on the parties, the wedding and new rules.
The dungeon will be full of
The real traiders and cons
It will be fun!"

Patrick looked at his Father and crossed his arms. "That's nice in all, but don't you think your going a little overboard with all these plans and ideas?" He asked the older man as Philippe put away his sword.

Philippe shook his head at his son, 'So naïve.' He thought before he said. "Look, nothing is going over board, we want to make an grand entrance upon taking over the throne!" He said with a hint of victory in his voice.

"Okay, that's good in all, but why can't we just walk in and say, "Hey were taking over the throne, goons get em?" I mean, that is less extravagant." Patrick explained to his Father, who looked at him then rolled his eyes

"Oh Patrick, you have so much to learn, as a ruler - king - we have to show people who's in charge!" Philippe explained to his son, laying his hand on his shoulder.

Patrick them asked his Father. "Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get it, but how are we gonna pull it off?" He crossed his arms.

"Oi, you see, I already have it planed, I already have people ready for when I give the command." Philippe told his son in a reassuring way, with a smirk.

"But I just don't see ..." Patrick was cut off by his Father a bit rudely.

"Faire taire!" Philippe exclaimed, making son jump back at his Father's voice.

[Philippe:]

"Son! Stop asking questions!
This isn't what I taught you growing up and my reckless royal cousin will be gone!"

Philippe then stop a moment as an idea popped in his head, his son raised his eye brows at hid Father. Wondering what is going on in his head.

[Philippe:]

"Ah ... I ... see it very clearly
It's not a momentary lapse
But conviently my ego always wins
And the moment that you get the wand, is when we will reign in glory
You can bet your bullion
there'll be no problems!"

Philippe sang with so much victory in his voice, even though the want isn't stolen yet, and they aren't free, but yet again, Patrick couldn't believe what he was seeing, so its just a possibility that this was all just a dream or a hallucination, but for one thing for sure, Patrick was enjoying the song.

[Philippe:]

"Yes every so much joy will be
Bestowed on us! We'll say "au revoir"
to Louis and Corrine
Our heritage will live on and the news
Will spread like will wildfire! So many
Alliances that will be ever so strong
And we will let evil
Reign forever n ever!"

Philippe raised his hands in the air, again, shaking them victoriously with a smirk on his face. He swept his arm across the air and then gave a wave bye.

[Philippe:]

"When we sit on the throne
All our wished will come true
And my cousin and the musketeers can kiss my shoe
For the kingdom and the castle will be ours and ours alone!
They will be begging at out feet for redemption."

Philippe sang, as Patrick pictured it all in his head. It seamed wonderful and he wanted it so badly, he wanted to rule with his Father, rule in evil glory! Philippe gave a chuckle at the sight of them begging for redemption.

[Philippe and Patrick:]

"So get ready with the roses and stand by with the champagne
When you've got a brilliant plan you never lose
Yes before the chapter closes
We'll be as big as Charlemagne
It's a gonna be a wonderful time! Now go!
Steal that Zinnia wand!"

Wendell stood there in awe at what just happened. He learned a whole lot and was ready to steal that wand! He shook his head and closed his eyes, when he opened then his Father was back to a wax figure. He now wanted to steal that wand and rule supreme next to his Father.

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After the songs by their parents, which they couldn't figure was real or just their minds playing tricks on then, Snowi's mirror lead the five teens to a balcony overlooking a platform with a bright sparkling purple spotlight. Within it was a sparkling force field surrounding the Malucia's scepter - or the Zinnia wand - which ever you want to call it.

"There it is!" Olivia gasped in utter delight pointing to the wand.

"Whoo!" Patrick whooped as he sprinted down the stair to get to the wand, the others followed until they were all in front of the wand.

"We finally found it!" Snowi giggled clapping her hands together with happiness on her eyes.

"Heck yeah, lets grab it and go!" Lyra said with the biggest grin on her face that she could ever have.

"EVIL WILL REIGN!" Wendell shouted with pure glee in his voice, flying down the stairs.

"LONG LIVE EVIL!" Olivia added with a shout, followed by a giggle from Snowi.

"MAY EVIL RULE FOREVER!" Lyra added with a evil laugh, with a whoop from the others.

Patrick ducked under the rail separating them from it but Olivia stopped him, because she knew what could possibly go wrong.

"Patrick, don't! It could be rigged." Olivia warned the older boy, waving her finger around I front of her.

The son of Philippe just scoffed, "Princess of Suffer, I'm the son of Philippe, this'll be easy as pie!" he said as he reached for the wand again.

"No, Patrick, listen to her! What do you think the purple sparkling light around it is?" Wendell added stopping the young boy, who let out a frustrated groan.

"Will you guys stop telling me what to do!" Patrick asked, running his hands though his hair. "I've got this,"

Lyra instantly spotted the force field just as Olivia said, "Wait, no, don't!" The teenage witch shouted holding out her hand and her left hand firmly grasped on the railing but it was too late as Patrick touched the force field and it threw him back over the rail, setting of a blaringly loud alarm ringing throughout he museum that made the five kids fall to the ground.

"A force field, and a siren!?" Wendell yelled over the alarm then face-palmed.

"Gosh, that just so loud!" Snowi groaned covering her ears.

"Maybe this alarm will break the force field on the isle!" Olivia remarked with a scoff.

"Funny, lets get the heck out of here!" Lyra stated getting to her feet.

Wendell pushed himself to his elbows, groaning slightly as that wand packed a punch. "That's just a little excessive." He said trying to get to his feet.

"Ya think?!" Olivia deadpanned tapping the side of her head, stating the obvious to the young wizard.

"Your Father would be so disappointed?" Olivia mocked as she helped him off the floor. "No, all of our parents are gonna be SO disappointed in us." The blond sighed as the five took off running.

"Let's go!" Lyra ordered as they sprinted back to the door. The alarm woke up the guard who hopefully wouldn't catch them. "Hurry! Come on!"

Lyra, Snowi, Olivia, and Patrick all made it out the door while Wendell stayed behind to answer the guard's phone that was ringing. "Hello?" he answered to the guy on the other end. "Just give me a second…" he said as he looked though a binder next to the table, reading some nonsense to the other line, "Yeah, no it was a false alarm… yeah, false alarm… just a malfunction in the… I.M. 714 chip… in the broad circuit." The guy on the other line seemed to buy it as Wendell nodded and smiled, "Yeah, okay… say Hi to the misses…"

"Wendell!" Lyra groaned emphasizing on his name, drawing it out really long.

He hung up the phone and ran out the door. "You're welcome!" he snapped throwing his hands in the air. He was very tech savvy, and they would be thanking him later for what he did.

They didn't stop running until they got back on campus, everyone was extremely mad at Pattie for messing up a perfect chance at grabbing the wand and getting out of this land of the goodness and happiness junk.

"Way to go Patty-Wack, now we have to go to School tomorrow!" Lyra hissed as they ran back to their dorms.

"Yeah, nice going!" Olivia shot at the dark blue clad boy. she out of all people hated school with, she despised it with her whole being.

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Questions:

Princess-Geekelle: Oh my, such a hard question, I really like Lyra X Connor shall I say Connor or Lynor (still working on that ship name) but my favorite will be Rose and Wendell, I have so much instore for their relationship. And for the couples, it will start as a crush, then though out the chapters the feels with develop a whole lot more, which leads to dates, and cat fights with other girls, which there are gonna be a lot of them. But I will start pairing in the next two chapters, which, will be more of a crush than falling in love right from first sight, which is a little cliché for me, and sappy, cuz in real life, love at first sight, just doesn't happen that often. And yes I know, it was last week I was off because of campmeeting, and I'm trying to update every Sunday, but if I get it done before I will just post it :) like I did with this one

Despicable Margo: Yes, I'm glad you liked seeing Leah in there, and I fixed it for you!

Benandmallover123: Good grief girl, I know I already replied to your comment, but gosh do I love your reviews, they make me smile and laugh sometimes, and I'm sure you'd like this Chappie.

TurquaTortle: Ha, thank you for your reviews, and I fixed them places, and if course imma gonna get my friend to beta read them all some day soon when she has time. I didn't see Dove's tweet, but I do know how the next batch of VKs are, it was posted on twitter, and I can't wait for it either, they are just killing us with the suspense.

Quick fact: Descendants was Sofia Carson's - who plays Evie - first acting job ever! Pretty cool, she did try out for Audrey, but was given Evie instead!

A/N

Songs used: Evil Like Me/To Be A Princess/I'm Not Ready To Be A Princess, Mother Knows Best/How Can I Refuse/Let it Burn - Red/

Ooh I'm trying to use some Disney Songs ... oh wait, did I mention ( XD ) that this was more than a musical, every Chappie might have a song (well not everyone, but there will be lots fo singing, and maybe some love proclaiming songs?) What can I say, I'm a sap from songs! And sorry if some of the villains are OOC, I'm trying and working!

Phew, I didn't take as long as I thought, but finding the songs, to give each person a part, gosh, sorry if some of the songs aren't that good matching, but I did tweak a few, which you could call, parodies? and you can look up all the songs on YouTube and listen to them!

I currently wrote a new story called: Deadly Secrets, its a Barbie and the three musketeers fan fic, with a few OCs, but don't worry, my first crossover, sucked, extremely bad (Friendship is the Best Alliance) yeah, well, that's going under MAJOR construction, but I really like this story and I would really appreciate it if you checked it out, of course I'm still working on it, but I've got like half-ish of the next chapter done, its focusing on Corrine and her friends, Louis and them, anyways, I hope you liked the chapter!

I do wanna thank all my readers and commenters, your reviews make my day! And you know what to do!

Author Out! ⌒.⌒