Hi people! Thanks for the wait! Okay, this chapter took a little longer just becase of the length. I think it's the longest one yet! 6,580 words! But this is one of the first big chapters. This is the filling out the form chapter! Where Lillie must decide good or evil! Or will she even choose that? Duh duh duh!
Anyway, notes to the reviewers!
Drama sapphire: Yeah! I know, it was ind of a shock for me too that I was writing it. I never really liked that movie. But I want to try and write ALL of the movies in. I even have plans for Aristocats!
Daydreamer747: Yes, I too apologize to Texas Peeps! SORRY TEXAS PEEPS! Anyway, you've been plenty of help! No worries there! Thanks for it!
YinYangSisters: Hah! Thanks so much! Frollo is a big one for me too! Why? Because I don't want my character to be a Marry Sue. She has to hate someone with fiery passion (besides Doc who insulted her Dog) and Frollo seemed suitable. And I think CLopin would be a great character, as would Lumiere! But how would you put them in, I wonder? Hmmm….
AngelofDarkness1959: Only time will tell… ;)
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Latenightreader: YAAAY! I love to hear that people like the story! Fans are all that keep me going! Anyway, yes, Lillie's life has sucked. But she's the pick herself up kind of girl that doesn't really take crap from people. Probably a product of her parents iron fist. I love you're idea of Frollo and Gaston. Yeah, I could totally see them annoying the heck out of her. She really doesn't need to deal with some cocky vain dude and an old perv… though it'll be fun when she has to! EVIL LAUGH! MWAHAHAHAH! Send me anything else you'd like to see in reviews! (Or PM me! But I love reviews!)
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Lillie screamed at the top of her lungs, not even pausing for a breath. Doctor One gripped the steering wheel tightly at the high pitched sound, waiting for it to end.
"Mrs? Um... Mrs... its okay?"
She didn't stop her screaming.
"Wow. You sure can hold a note! Mrs. Ayman? Do you need to breathe or anything?"
She finally ended her scream and began hitting her head against the window of the small plane. "This isn't real this isn't real this isn't real."
"Oh! Its real alright!"
"YOU'RE NOT HELPING! "
"Oh. Sorry."
She took a deep breath and gave her head one last bang against the window for good measure. "Ow." She groaned, rubbing at the sire spot and then checking her fingers for blood.
Then she screamed again.
"I'M A FREAKING CARTOON!"
"Mrs. Ayman? P-please calm down!"
"NO! NO I WILL NOT CALM DOWN! I'M A FREAKING ANIMATION! GAH!"
"Yes. Well it can be rather startling at first-"
"Startling?" She turned on him, her eyes filled with fire. "Startling?"
"Y-yes?"
"No no no no no no. Startling is when someone jumps behind you and screams boo. Startling is when you figure out that you're keys are locked in your car. Being abducted by Dr. Phil in a jet plane named after a mouse while your bear in the back is not actually a bear its a frickin DOG and then having you all turn into cartoons is NOT in any way STARTLING!" She caught her breath after the long sentence and sat for a moment breathing heavily and gripping her seat again.
"First of all Mrs. Ayman, I'm Doc, not Dr. Phil."
"What happened to Doctor Two?"
"One. And that's just my alias when I'm out in the normal world. That way no one suspects a thing!"
"Okay, if you think for one second that a two foot tall Santa Clause who smiles and waves at everybody he passes isn't noticed then have you got a rude awakening coming your way, pal." She thought for a moment. "And stop calling me that."
"Calling you what?"
"Mrs. I'm not a Mrs."
"Well, you look to be about twenty. Aren't you married?"
"Whoa there buddy. Not that I would in a million years, but you need to take me out on a date first before you start prying open my personal life."
Doc just laughed. "Oh please. I would never ask to court a married woman."
"Okay, who courts anymore? And I'm not married, but that's beside the point. The point I was making was-"
"You're not married?" He cast a glance at her and shifted uneasily in his seat. "But... that doesn't make sense."
"Please, how does that not make sense?" She rolled her eyes, the man may as well have been speaking another language with how this conversation was going about. "Now can you at least be useful for a moment and tell me-"
"How old are you?"
She glared his direction. "Twenty two. So what? Now back to what I was asking. When are we going to-"
"Twenty two!"
"Alright. Is this interrupting thing going to be a regular thing. 'Cause that would be really bad."
"You're twenty two! That makes no sense!" His eyes got wider. "You're not a villain are you!" Something about the way he tensed up told her that the wrong answer would get her pushed out of the airplane. But her blood was already on an adrenaline rush, so at the moment there was nothing to truly make her scared. Nervous, yes. Totally confused. Absolutely.
"What's that supposed to mean? Villain? What do you mean by-"
"No. You're too pretty to be a villain."
That actually made her a little happier. She had no idea what a villain looked like. But if that was a compliment he had shot her way, then she'd take it.
"Well… thanks! No one ever really calls me-"
"But," he continued. "you're too ugly to be a hero."
Her mouth opened and her eyebrows went up to her hair line. "I beg… I beg your pardon. Did you just say I was ugly?"
"Sorry, wrong word choice."
"I'll say, you son of a-"
"But you're no where near perfect. That's for sure. Plain might be a better word for you."
"Perfect. What do you mean perfect?"
He gestured above her head. "Check the mirror."
She looked up and grabbed the sun visor folded towards the ceiling. It clicked down, revealing a small mirror like in a car. She did as she was told, looking carefully into the reflecting surface. And was surprised to see…
Herself. She wasn't goofy looking or spontaneously combusting. It was still her, just more… animated. Her short dark hair stuck around her head like a thorny halo from sleeping wrong the night before. She attempted to smooth it down, but the ends of the hairs just went up stubbornly.
Her face was still light olive. Freckles spotted her skin randomly. There were a lot of them over the bridge of her nose, some of then too small to really notice. Then a few noticeable ones here and there.
Her arms were invisible underneath the long sweatshirt that she wore. Even thought the heat was in the air she had wanted to wear the thing so badly, it had over the years become her security blanket and she treasured it dearly. Everyone else didn't get it. It was a ratty orange sweatshirt with small holes from where moths and age had eaten it. She had stolen it from her fathers closet before leaving too the big city. It was worthless them, but slowly became her favorite article of clothing.
And besides, it was orange. She loved that color.
She was still wearing her blue jeans, splattered with white paint and stains after many times of redoing the walls in her apartment and cooking until the early hours of the morning. Dirt stains tainted the hems. On her feet were plain black flip-flops.
Nope. She was the same Lillie.
So why was this man surprised of something.
And what was with the ugly comment.
"I'm not… ugly." She hissed out at him, slapping the mirror closed against the top.
"Plain! I said plain. But, you're not perfect. Everyone knows that heroes are perfect. The last girl who was here, she was a hero."
"Really. And how do you know that?" He gave her another look. "Right right. Perfect."
He took a deep breath in, squinting his eyes, then looking her over again. "Well. You are somewhat attractive."
"Gee. Thanks Mr. Tact."
"So therefore you must be a hero." He nodded his head and flashed her a trusting smile before turning back to the radar and adjusting a few dials.
Therefore you must be a hero. Her insides bunched up and for a moment she felt sick. Something about what he had said felt so… wrong. She had no idea why. But for a moment she was taken back to Eurinona, Texas and into her parent's house. That feeling of complete hate and unbelonging snuck into her brain and she shook it out. It went away for the most part, but left an aftertaste that wasn't in any form pleasant.
Her thoughts drifted back to her paper and she wondered what Mrs. LeVan would say to her right then. She'd probably just say to write about it in a diary. But what good was writing when you're head's screaming ten different things to you.
Mrs. LeVan would probably tell her that in that case, writing was ideal. Lillie sighed and rubbed at her forehead. Her fingers instantly ached for a pen. This would be a good thing to write down for the article. Oh yeah, she thought sarcastically. Will would just love that. Disney Land sucks! Why? Because a high schoolers paper says so! Good v. Evil. What will the teen decide? She snorted out loud, getting a very strange glance from Doc. Not that she cared. Let him have any impression of her he wanted.
He had already made his own.
"Mrs… I mean Miss. Miss Ayman."
"Yes. What?"
"We're landing now. If you look down, you'll see Disney."
She peeked out of the window and saw… lots of colors. There were groups of houses that all looked the same, but colored in different bold ways. Castles lay in a circle around the large town and beyond that, hills and mountains. Doc pointed. "You can see the other entrance to Disney over there. Beyond the Barrier. That highway."
She did see it, sloping down the opposite side of one of the mountains. From where she was it was a thin black line. Closer it must have been two full two lanes.
In the center of the town was what looked to be the main and busier part of the place? There were streets, shops and large apartment buildings. She guessed that one of them would be hers, but there were so many she didn't even want to take the time to guess.
The entire place looked like it was painted out of a picture, though the fact that it was in a sense a drawing didn't help. The trees were green. Not mixes of greens or shades of greens. But green green. A bold spearmint color that stood out against the even bolder green of the grass. The houses were very generic looking and she wrinkled her nose. Her old house, the one in Eurinona, had been like that Exactly the same as all the ones around it. The only difference was the brighter colors.
On the other side of the large town the area grew slightly darker and less colorful. She pressed closer to the glass to get a better look. The color scheme seemed to be no different from the city she had left. Gray with dashes of colors from the trees and small areas of park grass and sidewalk weeds. There certainly weren't any castles there or sing-song colored houses. Just apartment buildings, sidewalks and shops.
"What's over that way. The gray area?"
"Oh that? You don't want to go over there Miss Ayman. That's the outer parts of Disney."
"It looks like it's in Disney to me."
"Well Miss, technically it is. But no real heroes live there. Just the villains and the Undiscovered."
There it was again. That word. Villain.
"Sorry, this might be a really stupid question. But… what's a villain exactly." Of course she knew what villains were. Though her parents had stuck to reading her books on surgery and healing processes for bedtime stories, she had taken that knowledge of learning and had read her own books, one that kept her attention. And many of them did contain a hero and his true love and then the antagonist who tried to stop them from reaching whatever goal it was they were attempting to achieve. She knew that the antagonist was the villain of the story. But hearing an entire group of people just living htier lives called heroes and villains was unnatural and strange.
Doc just spluttered. "You don't… what does… how do you…" Then he shook his head. "Mickey will explain it all when we land. Which should be right about…"
There was a scraping sound as the plane, which she hadn't realized was slowly descending, hit the ground.
"Now!" He said with a smile, finishing the dropped sentence. "Alrighty! All passengers out and about!"
"Thank god for that."
"I hope you enjoyed flying-"
"Don't even finish that sentence Doctor Numeral. That just had to have been the worst experience of my life. Now, take me to your leader."
He stared at her.
"You know. Your leader… my boss…" She sighed. "This Mickey character."
"Ooooh! Yes, well actually he should be waiting right around the corner." He gave her quick directions while helping her unload her stuff. "I'll have some of my family send it all over in a jiffy!"
"And who is you're family exactly. Doctor A or Mr. B."
"Oh no no. There's Sneezy, Grumpy-"
"Just shut up while you're ahead."
"Got it."
She stood for a moment with her hand on her hip, deciding what should be done. Then she rummaged through her only suitcase now on the ground, taking out a leash.
"Ummm… Miss. What are you-"
"I'm taking my dog. He's suffered enough don't you think."
"I'll take super care of him. You don't have to worry about him!"
"I actually doubt that." She unhooked the door and Bartleby happily jumped out, leaning against her affectionately and almost knocking her over. "Oof! Yeah yeah, ya stupid dog I love you too!" She smiled, then clipped the leash onto his leather collar. "Now lets go meet the boss. And no jumping on him, you might squash the poor man!"
She left to go around the corner, turning to give Doc one last salute of goodbye. Good riddance.
The air felt good on her skin, taking some of the burning August sun off of her back. She stripped off her orange sweatshirt revealing her plain white tank top underneath. She really did not look like working material. If she had known that she would be meeting with the new boss immediately she would have worn a dress at least.
Bartleby looked up at her and smacked his lips with his large tongue, giving her a hungry stare.
"Yes I know, pun'kin. I'll feed you when we get to the new place, okay?"
He sneezed and then smiled. And then looked strait ahead.
"Speaking of new place, wait'l you see you yours!" A new voice entered the peaceful silence and she looked back up.
A small black mouse wearing a Hawaiian t-shirt and sunglasses smiled at her, rocking on his heels. He stuck his hand out and his smile widened. "Hiya there! I'm Mickey."
Lillie shook her head blinking. Then turned around and walked away.
"Wait! Where are you going?"
"Tothehospidalwheredoyou…" She fell flat on her face in a dead faint.
"Oh dear." Minnie came around the corner next and bit her lip. I told you not to just jump out at her like that hon. Now look what you've done to the poor dear."
"Whazzat?" Lillie mumbled against the cold concrete. Bartleby wagged his tail and drowned her in spit. "Stoppitdog." She waved away his tongue and slowly lifted herself off the ground. "Ouch."
"He he. Sorry About that." Minnie apologized. "My husband doesn't really have great timing. Are you going to turn around?"
"No. Looking at you will just make me faint again." Lillie explained, wondering how in the hell she was taking this so calmly after hitting her face against the ground. It must have had something to do with where she was. "But please, giant talking mouse, continue."
"Alrighty then." The female mouse started again. "Well, I'm Minnie. And this is my husband Mickey. The one that… started you."
For the second time today, she thought, rolling her eyes, there is a difference between startling and holy crap scary. I already went over it all.
"Anyway, if you can just turn around and come with us, we can get you started. Nothing big, just a few forms to fill out. Then we'll give you you're keys and you'll be all set to go!"
She listened to his voice for a moment. He didn't sound too threatening. One wrong move you giant mouse, and you'll be kicked like a football all the way across this crazy town. She nodded to her own plan, took a few deep breaths and then turned. The mice hadn't changed, now there were two of them. The new one wearing a blue dress and a giant bow in her hair, the same color and fabric as her clothing. Lillie attempted a small smile. Bartleby looked up at her, then too the mice, then smiled on his own, his lips stretching back.
"You're way to trusting, Bart. You know that?" She told him. He looked up at her and smiled. Then he sneezed.
She looked back up to the mice who were waiting expectantly. "All right. Lead the way."
That seemed to be good enough.
The four of them continued walking through the small town. "Usually this place is packed." Mickey explained motioning to empty shops and restaurants. "But there's a big meeting going on today."
"Oh no. Not one of those again." Minnie shook her head. "I wish we could have been there."
"Wait. What meetings?" She hated meetings, so the question Lillie asked was more for self preservation then anything else.
"Well it depends." The one they called Mickey led them all down another street. "We have two town halls and a court house here, but sometimes people choose one building for all of it. Don't know why we built all three, but that's besides the point. Anyway, the meetings are about anything. All the heroes, and sometimes everyone in Disney, meet to discuss things."
"Argue, dear." Corrected Minnie.
"Yeah." He turned to Lillie. "Villains and heroes don't really get along."
"They want to see each other gone, dear."
"Yes yes, I know." He turned again to Lillie. "Anyway. The meetings range from restoring roads to villains on trial."
"And this one?"
"I'm actually not fully sure. It's getting out soon, you can ask one of them then. But I think that it's for the Undiscovered. I'll tell you all about them later."
"Oh… okay?"
"So either it's a meeting about the Undiscovered, that one probably dealing with your arrival, or it's another heroes villains dispute."
"Fine, whatever. But why would they have a meeting because I show up?"
"Oh look!" He exclaimed, ignoring her entirely. "We're here!"
"But-"
"Come on in Miss…"
"Ayman."
"Perfect! Come on in then!"
They had reached a red brick building with white columns down the front. It looked official, standing tall and proud at the end of a long street. Above a wooden and gold door was a strange symbol, something resembling a loopy letter D. She didn't have much time to look at it though, as she was promptly pushed through the door with her dog at her heels.
The relief of air conditioning hit her right away and she sighed. Bartleby made somewhat of a snort and then flopped on his side, refusing to move. She just rolled her eyes and gave his large head a pat and then followed the two mice through another door.
"Okay dokay!" Mickey reached through a filing cabinet. They had come into a room full of them. It was small, and so everything was shoved in without much thought to how it would take up space. But he seemed able to find everything easily enough. After a few seconds of shuffling he drew out a white packet full of about four papers. "Just sit in my office and fill it out."
"Your office?"
"No worries! I'll take you!" He left the room for another right down the hall. A large desk sat at one end and a few chairs surrounded it. The walls were baby blue, the carpet was white and every accent was gold. Lillie plopped down into a brown and gold chair and put the paper onto the desk. Mickey sat at the desk and handed her a pen which she took. Then she scanned page one and began to methodically fill in every blank.
Name: Lillie Erin Lee Ayman
Date of Birth: January 29, 1989
Origen of Birth: Eurinona, Texas
Age: 22
Height: 5 foot 1 (just about)
Working Experience:
She cocked her head at that one and looked up at him. "Working experience? What should I put?"
"Oh! Well, I'm sure your aware that telling these particular people your profession would be quite dangerous." She nodded. "You can put your real profession on there though. We wont be telling. And they cant get in here anyway."
She nodded again and went back down to the questions.
Working Experience: Journalist
Last Location of Job:Test, NYC
Relationship Status:
Her jaw fell at that one. "Relationship status?"
"Yeah?"
"I have to put my-"
"It's all confidential Miss Ayman."
She snorted lightly under her breath muttering, "You want my phone number next?" But did fill it in.
Relationship Status: Single
She scowled after she wrote that one, but continued.
Allergies: None
Pets (if so state how many, breed and name): One dog, Old English Sheep Dog, Bartleby
Vehicles: None
Reason of Visitation:
The temptation to bash her boss in a few short choice words was great, but instead she just wrote;
Business
She turned the page and quickly read over her lease then signed the bottom with a messy signature then turned the page once more. A few more lines were in need of her approval and she signed them all after a careful reading. Being New Yorker she knew that contracts never said anything in their words, everything was in between the lines, ready to kill you.
The last page was almost a relief to get to.
Key Question of Placement
Her brow creased. Placement? Hadn't she already signed her lease?
Entering Disney is equal to entering a story where you become a character under the disposal of stereotypical feelings and beliefs. We work off of these beliefs for our own use in marketing and placement of the people who live here. We are not lenient about these placements with anyone, visitor or resident. The choice is up to the person in question dealing with their own ideas and feelings, however if behavior unlike the chosen is spotted by anyone of higher rank, this title will be switched immediately.
Her jaw dropped.
"No way. No freaking way." She whispered. She was a character? No. No one made her a character. Characters were people who were controlled and had their ideas planned out for them. That wasn't going to happen to her. No way was she going to be a character.
Then she read on to the line that made her want to get up and leave.
Personal Preference of the Person in Question;
Are you a hero or a villain?
Please state a valid reason as to why this is. If greater recognition is desired please place your name in the waiting list. If you are chosen by an Undiscovered then the place is automatic.
"Is something wrong Miss Ayman?" Mickey had been observing her from his place across the desk. "Anything I can help you with?"
"Yes, actually there is. It's this one question at the end."
"Ah!" He smiled happily and leaned back, putting his feet up on the desk in a carefree manor. "The Good Evil question. Nothing huge, just standard questioning. It's just a way of determining who you'd possibly be friends with, where you'd sit at parties and meetings, who'd you be matched up with if that did happen. Just simple stuff. And I'm assuming you're a hero! So just write down that you're one and we can-"
"No."
He fell back with a surprised cry, his chair hitting the floor. He popped up from behind the desk with a shocked look on his face. "Villain! Miss Ayman we do not need-"
"I'm not a villain!"
"Oh! Well gosh! That's just super! So then… what are you exactly."
"Neither."
"That isn't really an answer."
She stood up and wrote something down on the paper. "Well I'm sorry, you're not getting any other answer from me. That's all you're getting."
"But-"
"Mr. Mickey, I can't tell you what I am and I don't think you'll be able to ether. I'm just a… just a…" She moved her hands around animatedly, searching for an answer. "I'm like France!" She exclaimed.
His face went slack. "Excuse me?"
"France! They always stay neutral. Look at every single world dispute or war or just any type of split. They always stay neutral. So I'm like France."
"Okaaaaay? I still don't get it."
She took a deep breath. "I'm… somewhere in between."
"In… between?"
"Not good or bad. You know. I'm the gray area!" She smiled at him, hoping he'd accept the answer.
He didn't. "Miss Ayman that isn't a proper answer. Our laws are only fit for people who are one or the other. It's Disney tradition! This town is made of oil and vinegar."
"And I'm not trying to do anything to your structure. I'm just saying that I'm not part of it. Okay?" He looked ready to protest again but she cut him off with a cheerful grin. "Well! This was just lovely. Now, how about I just walk over to my apartment. DO you think that there are some taxi's operating now? I swear I just saw a few."
"Ummm… yeah…"
"Fantastic! I have the apartment number. If you can just give me the keys."
"…landlord…" he said numbly.
"Oh! Fabulous! I'll be going then. My cell number is written right down there. SO just give me a ring! Okay! I'll just be picking up my horse and leaving! By now!"
And after a quick wave she strolled out of his office and clicked the door shut.
For a few minutes Mickey just sat there, dumbfounded. Never in his life had this ever happened to him before. He had seen so many things here. Villains reform. Heroes turn bad. But never had a person walked in and declared that she was neither things. And by her attitude, it didn't look like change was anywhere in the future.
He picked up the paper she had filled out and flipped to the last page. Underneath the question her answer lay in the blue pen. Messy letters filled up a few sentences, telling him the same thing she had just said.
I am neither hero nor villain. And I refuse to take part in any form of this. My apologies for the harshness, but this is a firmly set statement.
Underneath that read;
And I am not going to play matchmaker.
He closed the packet and rubbed at his eyes.
"Mickey!"
Mickey almost fell of his chair again, but retained his position when he saw who it was. "Oh! Goofy! Hi there!"
"Hey there Mickey! Listen, there's a horse in our waitin' room!"
"It's a dog, Goofy."
"Gorsh! That's a relief!" He looked behind him, then back at Mickey. "Who was the girl? The one that jus' left?"
Mickey sighed and rubbed at his tired eyes. "The new girl. She's staying here for a bit."
"Seems nice!"
"Very nice. Just not what I'm used to."
"And what are ya' used ta?" Goofy's naive face shined with curiosity.
Mickey just shook his head. "Let's just say that if we're lucky, and if we play our cards right, we just avoided trouble."
"And if we aren't?"
He stood up, adjusting his shirt and looking up at the dog. "Naw! We wont have that problem. No worries. We'll have her turned into a new girl by the end of the month! After all, there are plenty of Undiscovered's who are just dying to meet there true love! And maybe that will reform her."
"Reform her from wha'?"
"Trouble, Goofy. A whole lot of trouble."
Lillie: Wait a second! This isnt fair! I dont wanna choose sides!
Me: You didnt...
Lillie: Well good! I would have come after you if you'd made me.
Me: Dont doubt it.
Lillie: And what's this about romance! Oh God! I dont have to be a princess do I! I wont have to (gulp) fall in love with a prince!
Me: Not with a prince!
Lillie: Yaaaay not with a... hey wait a minute. So that means that I-
Me: Yup
Lillie: CURSES POPULAR ROMANCE GENRE! CURSES!
Bartleby: *leap*
Lillie: OOF! YOU STUPID DOG! GET OFF ME!
Okay then... anyway... onto the last note and the contest!
Wow! That sucks! Lillie is not the kind of gril to choose side, she's been told to do that her whole life. Unfortunitally she now lives in the land of 'sides'. Good vs. Evil is not something taken lightly in Disney.
Oh! And for anyone who is confused as to what an Undiscovered is. It will be explained later. But just to give you a 'spoiler' of sorts. Undiscovered's are heroes (and villains) that don't have a story. They're on a sort of waiting list. So when they do find their true love or do a very evil deed, they are given a story of their own and can move into the center of Disney (or stay there is they're villains). So when a new person comes in it becomes almost a contest of who can reach and woo them first. Poor Lillie! She has it coming to her!
Anyway! Onto the contest.
Lillie is about to go up to her apartment and find her stuff there. She's going to spread out her stuff, pick which stuff goes where and make it more of a home for herself.
Unfortunately she never did get the memo that she was moving into the same floor, the same building, as all of the villains. Not to mention a few Undiscoverd's.
So, with all of the people returning from their meeting and her unaware of their presence or who they even are what is going to happen.
You tell me;
Who she meets first, how she meets them and their, not to mention her, reaction.
Give me the idea through the comments section so everyone can see! Then at the next chapter I will tell you the winner(s) and put their idea to use!
Join in! It'll be fun! Seeing what you've created up in the story always makes me happy!
And again, plenty more coming so don't get disappointed!
Also, please put who you'd like to see in this story. Just as a reminder of you're movies, here's a few you can choose from!
Beauty and the Beast
Aristocats
Herculese
Great Mouse Detective
Peter Pan
Snow White
101 Dalmations
Cinderella
Princess and the Frog
Hunchback of Notre Dame
Lion King
Jungle Book
Alice in Wonderland
Robin Hood
The Little Mermaid
Aladdin
Pocahontas
Treasure Planet
And there are many more! This is just off the top of my head! If you have another you'd rather use or ask to see then by all means put it in!
Also, there have been mant requests for a romance-
Lillie: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-
Me: SHUT UP!
Anyway. Romance. I for one am all for it. Romance is fun to write and even more fun when the romance wont be all muchy gushy (she hates stuff like that). I already have her romantic interest planned. And that's for another time, sorry no spoilers. However, if you want to place some input in as to her slow cycle of falling for a guy then please put it in your review!
How do you think Lillie would fall for a guy?
Great! That's it for me peeps! Galimatias sighning out!