Here's some little moments of when the Auradonians were little kids.

A six-year old Ben walked up to his mom and dad, who were sitting by the fireplace, with a book in his hands. Belle was reading her own book while Adam was signing king stuff.

"Mommy, daddy, read this book for me," little Ben said.

"Maybe later. Okay, sweetie?" Belle replied with a gentle voice.

"But I want you to read for me," Ben pleaded.

"Sorry champ, but I'm very busy signing these documents, and your mother is...doing whatever she's doing," Adam said.

Belle gave her husband a look. Her eyes turned its attention back to Ben. He was just too cute to say 'no' to.

"Alright, I guess I could read that book of yours to you," Belle gave in, bringing a happy smile on Ben's face.

She picked him up and settled him down on her lap, after laying the book she was reading before down. Ben handed her his book and she was shocked by the title. She gasped.

"Ben? Why would you want me to read you 'The History of Villains?'" Belle asked her son.

"I dunno. I find them interesting," Ben answered, shrugging.

"Well, it's nice that you have an interest in learning about their history, but this is something we will talk to you about when you're older," Belle said.

"Oh," little Ben replied sadly.

He really wanted to learn about the villains. Something about them was just interesting and he wanted to know as much as he could about them. He knew about Gaston, the man who wanted to marry his mother, but he wanted to learn more. One particular villain was Maleficent. It seemed like everyone was talking about her and he wanted to know what all the fuss was about. Belle, seeing Ben's disappointed face, wanted to cheer him up.

"How about I tell you a different story? One about a young girl who wanted more than a provincial life and meets a terrible beast?" Belle asked.

"Hey, I wasn't that terrible," Adam commented, knowing she was referring to him.

"You kept me held prisoner and scared me with your yelling," Belle replied.

"No spoilers!" little Ben shouted, covering his ears.

Belle and Adam laughed.

"Alright, alright. I'll tell you the story now," Belle stated. "It all started in a little town...,"

xXx

Audrey always wondered why her parents kept talking about this woman named Maleficent. Was she famous? Is she a friend of her parents? Audrey had to know. She never really knew the story of her mother, Aurora, and her father, Phillip met. All she knows is about a sleeping spell and that her dad woke her mom up with a kiss. Little six-year old Audrey approached her parents, who were walking around in the rose garden.

"Mama! Papa!" Audrey called out to her parents, running to them.

"Audrey, dear, what is it?" Aurora asked, bending down to her daughter's height.

"I want to know!" Audrey stated, confusing the two adults.

"Want to know what?" Aurora asked.

"Who is Maleficent?" Audrey asked.

Her parents froze and panicked internally. They weren't planning on telling their precious, innocent child about that dreaded fairy until she was older. They didn't think Audrey could handle it. Phillip also bent down and began to speak to his daughter.

"We will tell you when you're older. I'm afraid you won't handle it very well at this age," he spoke.

"But I want to know," Audrey whined.

"I'm sorry, sweetie," Aurora apologized.

She ran her fingers through Audrey's hair as the little princess still pleaded on knowing who Maleficent was.

"But I promise I can handle it," Audrey said. "Please!"

Aurora and Phillip exchanged glances.

"Maybe she is old enough to know," Aurora said to her husband.

"She's only six," Phillip argued.

"Phillip," Aurora said, causing him to sigh.

"Fine. We'll tell her," Phillip said. "Audrey, do you know about your mother being under a sleeping spell?"

Audrey nodded.

"Well, someone cast a spell on her. An evil fairy named Maleficent. She has horns on her head and glowing green eyes. She is very dangerous and imprisoned me so I wouldn't get to your mother. She's currently in the Isle of the Lost, though so she won't harm us," Phillip explained.

"So...she's evil?" Audrey asked.

Aurora and Phillip nodded.

"She sounds scary," Audrey stated. "But she can't hurt us here, right?"

"That's what the barrier around the island is for," Aurora answered.

xXx

The seven dwarves and their families were all having a party in Dopey's cottage, singing the silly song/the yodel song. Six-year old Doug was happily dancing along with his relatives as his uncles played their instruments. Grumpy was playing the piano/organ with totem pole-like pipes on top of it, the covered holes opening while he played while sitting on two accordion-like instruments. Sleepy played his clarinet decorated like a fish while the other dwarves danced and yodeled, playing other instruments. Doug took his cousin, Hannah, Happy's daughter's hand, and danced with her before moving on to watch his dad play the drums.

Doug fixed his glasses and was very entertained watching his dad, Dopey, crash his drumsticks onto the drums.

"Can I try?" Doug asked.

"Sure," Dopey answered, handing his son the drumsticks and moving over.

When King Beast united all the kingdoms, Dopey was finally taught how to speak, which was a good thing since he won't have to play charades to communicate anymore.

Doug began banging on the drums for a few minutes before giving the sticks back to his father. He moved on to the next uncle playing an instrument, who was Sleepy. He sat on a bench, laying back on a pillow. Little Doug approached him and again asked if he could try his clarinet, to which Sleepy agreed before dozing off to sleep. Doug tried his best to create a tune with the instrument as his relatives continued dancing and singing.

Everyone:

Ho hum the tune is dumb

The words don't mean a thing

Isn't this a silly song for anyone to sing?

Doug gave Sleepy his clarinet back after waking him up. He walked over to his uncle Doc, who was strumming a banjo. Doug has always been interested in music since his dad and uncles play their instruments whenever they have a party.

"Uncle Doc, can I try?" little Doug asked.

"Of c-c-course, m-m-m-my boy," Doc answered with his usual stuttering.

He handed his nephew his banjo and watched him play it. Doug learned a few lessons from his uncle Doc and played a few chords. When he heard his dad play the drums with a more rockstar-like way, though it was for a short time since a fly was bugging him, Doug began to imagine he was in a rock concert on stage playing. He scatted, mimicking the sound a guitar made.

His relatives watched as little Doug began rocking out, laughing at how adorable he was.

xXx

The moon shone through Chad's bedroom along with the stars as the little prince was tucked in his blanket, waiting for his mother to check up on him. He knew she always did so, hoping to see him sleeping so he could get a full good night's sleep instead of staying up all night. But the problem was, Chad couldn't sleep. The little six-year old twisted and turned and wiggled around in his bed, hoping to fall asleep. It failed. He decided to play with his toys to pass the time. He didn't know exactly when his mother came in to check on him.

Little Chad got up from his bed and opened his toy box. He brought out a wooden toy train and a stuffed dog that resembled Bruno. While he quietly played with his toys, a mouse groggily walked out of a hole in the wall, which was normal since all of Cinderella's mouse friends moved in with her and her Prince Charming. The sleepy mouse was revealed to be Jaq.

"Ugh. Who's making that noise?" he asked, rubbing his eyes.

Chad turned to the mouse hole by the window and walked over to Jaq. Cinderella could understand and talk to her critter friends, so she taught Chad how to do the same, even though her husband said all the other kids would think he's weird if he learns how to talk to mice and birds. Though, the mice were the only ones who could actually speak.

"Sorry, Jaq," Chad apologized. "I was playing with my toys."

"Well, it's the middle of the night. Why aren't you sleeping?" Jaq asked.

"I can't sleep," Chad answered. "So I'm waiting for mommy to come."

"Cinderelly won't always come to check on you," Jaq stated. "You get older, she come in less."

Before Chad could respond, Cinderella slowly opened the door. When she saw that Chad was out of bed and by the window, she walked to him.

"Chad, why aren't you in your bed?" Cinderella asked.

"I can't sleep. I'm talking to Jaq," Chad answered.

"He's the one making noise and woke me up," Jaq stated. Cinderella playfully glared at her mouse friend, smiling.

"Let's get you to bed," she told Chad, who walked back to his bed.

Jaq yawned and went back into his mouse hole, dozing off to sleep. Cinderella tucked Chad in, sitting on the side of his bed. She combed her fingers through his blonde hair.

"Now, go to sleep," Cinderella said.

"But I can't," Chad replied.

"How about I sing you a song?" Cinderella asked.

"Okay," Chad answered.

Cinderella:

A dream is a wish your heart makes

When you're fast asleep

In dreams you will lose your heartaches

Whatever you wish for you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday

Your rainbow will come smiling through

No matter how your heart is grieving

If you keep on believing

The dream that you wish will come true

Chad yawned as Cinderella ran her fingers through his blonde hair and kissed his forehead. He always found his mother's voice soothing, and he closed his eyes, suddenly feeling sleepy.

"I'll see you in the morning," Cinderella whispered.

She stood up and quietly closed the door, knowing that Chad was now asleep.

xXx

Mulan was outside practicing her bow and arrow skills when she heard someone crying. She frowned and stopped to look around. Walking towards the cherry blossom tree in the backyard, she saw a small shadow behind it.

"Lonnie?" Mulan called.

The small shadow, Lonnie, wiped her tears. Mulan walked closer to her six-year old daughter to find her sitting down with her knees brought up to her chest.

"Is everything alright?" Mulan asked.

Lonnie sniffled. "No. Some kids called me weird for bringing my dragon plushy to school," she answered, showing her small pink stuffed dragon.

"Oh, Lonnie, it's alright," Mulan reassured, rubbing her daughter's back.

They stood like that for a few moments before Mulan thought of a way to cheer Lonnie up. She smiled.

"Hey, how about we make some cookies?" Mulan suggested. "That'll cheer you up."

"Chocolate chip cookies?" Lonnie asked, a small smile appeared on her face.

"Of course," Mulan answered.

She and Lonnie got up and headed inside to the kitchen to make the sweets. Mulan opened the pantry and got out the ingredients while Lonnie sat on a stool nearby. She preheated the oven before grabbing a bowl and started measuring the flour. She watched as her mom began to make the chocolate chip cookies, her eyes then wandering down to the bowl of chocolate chips. Lonnie reached out to grab one and popped it into her mouth. Mushu and Cri-Kee appeared and climbed up onto the counter.

"Ooh! Chocolate chip cookies! My favorite," Mushu declared, licking his lips.

"They're for Lonnie," Mulan replied. "She's sad."

"What?" Mushu asked. "Did those kids at school make fun of you? Cause I'll whoop all their butts for making you cry."

"Mushu," Mulan warned.

"Fine. I won't," Mushu replied. "So you gonna do it?" he whispered to Lonnie.

"Mushu!" Mulan exclaimed.

"I was just kidding," Mushu stated, frowning a little.

Mulan put the cookies in the oven and set the timer. She moved the leftover bowl of chocolate chips to where Lonnie was sitting and they began to eat it while they waited for the cookies to be done. Mulan brought out the milk and poured it into three cups. the third for Mushu and Cri-Kee since they decided to join.

When the cookies were done, the timer went off and Mulan brought it out and laid it down somewhere to cool. Once it cooled down, she put them on a plate and set them next to Lonnie.

"Fresh from the oven," Mulan stated.

Lonnie wasted no time digging in to the delicious cookie. Mushu and Cri-Kee also dug in as well. Mulan smiled, seeing that Lonnie was no longer sad.

xXx One Year Later xXx

Being the daughter of the Fairy Godmother, Jane was always hearing about her mother doing these magic spells. One famous spell helped Cinderella get to the ball and meet Prince Charming. Jane's always wanted to see her mom do magic, but sadly, she's hung up for magic wand and is now living like a mortal. Jane never understood why.

Jane recently found out where her mother's magic wand was and wanted to see it. One day, she did. But without Fairy Godmother's permission. The little five-year old snuck into the Museum of Cultural History at night, searching for the magic wand. Surprisingly, she snuck passed the guard and climbed up the stairs, following the signs. When she finally found it, Jane stood there, in awe of the powerful-looking wand. She took a few steps closer. The blue glow of the force field was mesmerizing to the little fairy. She imagined what it would be like to use the wand. She could help her friends, Ben and Chad, and their friends, Audrey, Doug, and Lonnie.

"Jane!" A voice called out to her.

Jane looked back and saw her mother walking towards her.

"There you are! I have been looking all over for you," Fairy Godmother said. "What are you doing here?"

"Looking at the wand," Jane answered. "Why do you not use it anymore?"

"Let's just say my days of going 'Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo' are over," Fairy Godmother answered.

"Now, come along," she said. "It's getting late and we don't want you to miss curfew."

Fairy Godmother took Jane's hand and led her away from the magic wand. Jane looked back and stared at the glowing wand until it was out of sight.

Sorry Jane's is short, but I didn't know how else to make it longer. I might make another one like this but with the VKs, but I'm still thinking.