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It was now about two weeks after Carlos and Jay had met. Jay had been training Carlos every day since then and was pleased that the younger boy no longer knocked things over and had increased his stamina. He was good, though obviously nowhere near Jay's level.

They'd been training in all weathers. Today was a particularly boiling day, but that hadn't stopped the young thief from dragging his friend out.

"But Ja-ay!" He was currently whining. "It's too hot!"

Jay rolled his eyes. "You've got to steal in all weathers, Carlos. Today's good, people are fed up. They're not paying that much 'ttention." His lips twisted into a smirk. "They're ripe for the picking."

"What that mean?"

Jay shrugged. "I dunno. It's something dad says. Now, you can run…from here…to…there." He pointed to Prince Johns shop.

Carloses eyes nearly fell out his head. "That's far!"

"Yeah. Furthest you ever ran."

The younger boy winged his hands nervously. "Will I be able to do it?"

"Course you will. I trained you. Now, on your marks. Get set. Go!" Carlos shot of. Jay followed him, counting as he did so.

However Carlos didn't make it to the shop because he collided with his mother. "Oh Carlos." Cruella said, apparently not caring she'd knocked her own son over. "Have you seen my ring?"

Carlos dragged himself of the floor, rubbing his arm sheepishly. "No."

Cruella tutted, looking around the street as if it would materialise out of thin air. "I had it a couple of weeks ago, I put it down and I've not seen it since."

"The red one?" Jay asked.

Cruella looked at him in surprise. "Yes. Have you-"

"Not got a clue." Jay lied easily. However fate was against him that morning because Jafar, taking his lunch break, had decided to come out and see what his son was up to.

"Jay! How are you getting on?"

"Good thanks dad."

"Brilliant, brilliant. Well goodbye." Jafar turned and gave a little wave.

Jay returned it as Cruella shrieked. "WHAT IS THAT!?"

Jafar turned back around, completely confused. "What is what…" He looked her up and down. "…Madam?"

"That RING on your FINGER."

Jafar smiled at her, holding his hand out and admiring the rock like the vain person he now was. "I found it. Nice, isn't it?" He said, mockingly, noticing the women's face turning red. He had no idea who she was, but he did like getting to people, and clearly the ring was annoying her somehow.

"It is. It's also mine." Cruella said, steely, eyes like ice.

Jafar paused before switching his voice to the calming one he used on disssatified customers. "Now, now. How can it be yours? It's on my finger…"

"I lost it about two weeks ago. I'm telling you, it's mine, I want it back."

Jafar's lips twisted into a smirk. "I don't think that'll be possible…my dear. For, and I believe I've already mentioned this, it's on my finger and unless you can prove that it's yours…"

"Carlos!" The young boy snapped to attention. "Tell this irritating man that the ring is mine."

"The ring's mums." Carlos said, obediently.

Jafar quirked an eyebrow in amusement. Brining the kids into it, huh? Two could play at that game. "Jay. Tell this clearly insane woman the ring is mine."

"It's his." Jay said, confidently.

"However…" The man in black said. "I'd be willing to trade."

"For what?"

"I hear there's so food preservation potion going around. I want some. We're sick of eating rotten food, aren't we, son?"

Jay nodded eagerly.

Cruella considered then said. "Fine. Give me the ring and I'll get you some."

Jafar burst out laughing. "You think I'm a fool?"

"In that outfit, yes."

Jay's father folded his arms. "Watch it or I'll throw this ring into the sea." He threatened.

Cruellas eyes flashed dangerously. "You. Wouldn't. Dare."

Jafar pretended to consider before saying. "I am the master of loophole abuse; to the extent I can essentially trick a genie. I sent an unworthy fool to his death, all while getting nearly everyone around me to trust me." The former magician stepped closer to Cruella beginning to circle her. "I was even a genie for a short time. Don't tell me what I wouldn't dare do. I might do it, just to annoy you."

Carlos's mother was very close to losing it. However she did like that ring, so sucking in her pride, much as it nearly killed her, she said. "Fine. Come with me, we'll go to Grimheild's castle and get the potion…"

Jafar whipped around, suddenly looking worried. "Grimheild? The evil queen?"

Cruella sighed. "Who else on this island is capable of making potions?"

"Yzma and Achemist for two."

The black and white women smiled at that. "Fair enough, I suppose. But no, we're seeing Grimheild. And Maleficent will be there to…"

"Maleficent!? Mistress of all evil!?"

"Of course. We're all tight, you know."

Jafar was sceptical. Though he could see Maleficent and the Evil Queen being friends he couldn't begin to fathom where Cruella would fit in.

"Are you coming or not?" The women is question yelled as she clicked for Carlos.