"Hades! Come out! You've been in there for half an hour!" Ratigan shouted as he pounded his fist on the door of the changing room.
"No! I feel silly!" Hades shouted behind the door.
"Come on, it cannot be that bad. This is the fifty-eighth outfit you've tried on today and the shop is all out of suits! Let me see you already!"
"Fine, I'm coming out! But you have to promise not to laugh."
"Very well. Cross my heart."
The door opened and Hades stepped out wearing a suit meant for a prince of Auradon. Ratigan's eyes widened and he let out a dramatic gasp.
"You're… beautiful! It's perfect!" He cried.
"Are you sure?" Hades asked, looking at himself in the nearby wall mirror. "Because I look and feel like an idiot." He adjusted his pants. "I mean, seriously! Look at me! How can Princes over in Auradon wear pants this tight? And over their shoes like this? Come on, none of this is me."
"Who cares? That doesn't matter now." Ratigan said. "You know the basics of manners and etiquette and you've got the right clothes, now we just need to do something with…" He looked up at Hades' hair with disgust. "…that."
Hades tensed up. "What? Oh no. No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, NO!" He put his hands up to his head to protect his hair. "You are NOT touching my mohawk. I work really hard every morning to get it like this! See it?" He pointed at his hair. "This is my bread and butter, and I cannot have you messing up my bread and butter! GOT IT?!" He snarled at Ratigan.
"Do you want to win over Maleficent or not?" Ratigan asked, furrowing his brow.
Hades paused and nodded.
"Then we need to do something with that hairstyle, if you can even call it that. And luckily, I know just the thing."
'Oh no, here we go…'
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"Professor Ratigan? What's going on?" Pain asked as he and Panic stood outside their boss's home; it was just about sunset.
"Yeah, the boss has been hanging out with you all day. What gives?" Panic asked.
"I've been training him the entire day and now, I have finally turned him into a masterpiece." Ratigan proudly answered. "Boys, don't bother sitting down because I give you the nicest and most polite Lord of the Underworld, Hades!"
The front door opened and Pain and Panic were shocked at what they saw. Hades was almost unrecognizable; he wore that same prince suit he wore t the shop and his hair was now short and dark brown, almost black. He had a clean shave and he was standing tall and proud with a big smile on his face, which showed off a set of perfectly straight, pearly white teeth.
"My, my, Pain and Panic. How nice to see you both. So sorry for my recent absence, I've been preoccupied with other important matters." Hades said, walking down the steps and stopping in front of his minions.
Pain and Panic were so shocked that their eyes were as big as bowling balls and their mouths fell wide open. They quickly turned their attention to Ratigan.
"What have you done to him?!" They screamed at him.
"I made him perfect." Ratigan answered.
"No! You gave him an evillectomy!" Pain cried.
"You monster!" Panic shrieked.
Hades' face slightly fell at his minions' reactions; he certainly wasn't expecting that.
"Oh, never mind them. Come, it's time for the real test." Ratigan said, directing Hades toward the town square.
The two villains made it to the square and saw Maleficent sitting on a crate all by herself; she was filing her nails and looking rather bored.
"There she is…" Ratigan said.
But then, out of nowhere, Captain James Hook confidently approached Maleficent. He smiled and bounced his eyebrows at her.
"Why hello, lassie. I've seen many things while sailing the seas, but none as lovely as you." He said, trying to sound suave.
"Ugh, go away, Hook." Maleficent said, slapping Hook in the face with her sleeve just like she did to Jafar.
Without saying another word, Hook walked away in defeat. Ratigan looked at Hades who had a worried expression on his face.
"Don't worry, my friend. She's got to like the new you. In fact, I already like you better myself." He said, sounding confident.
"I hope you're right…" Hades said to himself, gazing at Maleficent.
