As she was changing, Spike barged into Rita's room.

"You're late!"

"Get out of here you lab reject!" she snapped. She pushed him out and slammed the door.

"Here ye, here ye!" she looked out the window and saw a small man nicely dressed with a case. "Invitations to the St. James ball!"

Rita ran down the stairs to answer the door.

"I'll take those." She said. "Thank you."

"Good day mam."

She set the case down. All the kids crowded around her. She could barely move.

"Ok, be quiet!" she screamed. They silenced. She smirked and said, "Back up. I will call your name. Gabriella!"

The young Princess approached her. She pushed her siblings out of the way.

"Don't shove." Rita growled. Gabby snatched the envelope.

"Come back here young lady! We'll try this again!"

Rita snatched the envelope back.

"Now take it again. Snatch it and I won't give it to you. Understand?"

Gabby in fear nodded and took the envelope slowly. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Charles…"

Charles, the oldest went up. He was one of the three siblings that weren't afraid of her.

"Ri—Oh." She was going to put the next one in her bra but it was snatched. She turned and saw Le Toad. "Give that back!" she snapped.

"You're a servant. You are not worthy." He ripped it in half.

"You know, the least you can do is give me a break! You won't feed us and you won't let us have any breaks!"

"Well I have a job for you to get it off your mind. When all the invitations are given, you will take my lovely daughters to the seamstress so they can pick a gown."

"Screw him…" she mumbled. Rita was the only servant that had the courage to talk back to her master. He told her what the punishments were; lose a hand, foot or tail. She knew a few of her friends had no tails.

When Rita finished, she took the keys to the pink limo boat and called the girls. She couldn't believe that these girls had a boat so ugly. Even the horn made girly sounds. She didn't want to drive it. When they got seated, Rita started the engine. It sounded like bubblegum pop music. Good thing the sewer water would freeze eventually and she wouldn't have to set foot in it again.

The drive to town was thirty minutes long. Rita loved going into town. There was a likely chance she'd see a friend or a relative. Rita parked and escorted the ladies to the seamstress shop.

"Le Toad…" she thought. She stayed outside in the chill and thought. "He cares about nothing but trying to get all the power… I work so hard and I don't get a single break… oh well… who needs to go to a stupid formal ball? I don't even waltz!"

She looked out the window to see the girls watching their dresses being made. It would take a while so she thought she'd take a walk. She didn't notice the spilled milk on the ground and slipped. The girls waiting to order their dresses were cracking up.

"Are you alright?" it sounded like a man. The voice was rich. He offered her his paw and she accepted it. She dusted off her pants. When she looked up she almost screamed. It was Prince Roderick!

"I'm f-fine. No offence but what are you doing here? I thought your dad forbids you to be here."

"He doesn't." Said Roddy. "But I always come here for a good meal. It get's really boring sometimes being pampered and rich all the time."

Prince Roddy didn't look like a prince; he was wearing a leather jacket and a pair of jeans. He was charming, unlike other guys Rita met. Roddy danced on a show with a bunch of other rich kids. all of them wore Ultra Prince hairspray. She noticed he didn't have any in his hair at the moment. She couldn't speak. He put his paw on her shoulder to wake her. It worked. Rita woke up from her daze. She was a little sad but gave him a smile.

"Where's your jacket?" Roddy asked. "It's freezing."

"I know… I can't afford one."

"Why not?"

"I'm a servant of Le Toad. He doesn't provide me with anything."

"Well that's not fair." Said Roddy. "That mans been trying to steal our power for years."

"I know that." Said Rita. "It would be a dystopia if he ruled. All rodents would be slaves."

Some of the girls walked out.

"Girls! Girls! It's Roddy! It's the Prince!" she was simply screaming.

Rita rolled her eyes. She was glad she wasn't like them.

Roddy looked at the girl facing him. She made his girlfriend look like a cockroach. He thought she was pretty and felt sorry for her.

"Half the dresses are done. Load them servant!"

"Ask nicely and maybe I will." She sneered.

"Hi Roddy." Said the girl.

"Be nice to her, she works very hard." Said Roddy.

"Rita, will you carry the boxes to the bus?"

"Why I'd be delighted to." Said Rita. "See how that works?" She said goodbye to Roddy. She sure had a story to tell when she got back. Too bad she'd never see him again.

"You're lying!" said Laura.

"No, I actually met him. He's so nice."

"Prove it."

"Ask any of the girls. They saw me with him."

"Their going to deny it."

"Laura, I always tell you the truth. Why don't you believe me now?"

"It's just hard to imagine a Prince walking in the town. I thought he had servants to get his groceries!"

Rita giggled.

"He wasn't shopping but I guess that was the case."

Maria knocked on the door to Le Toads chamber. He gave her permission to enter.

"We need to talk." She said.

"Maria, what exactly is there to talk about? We've discussed everything imaginable." He stopped reading and removed his golden spectacles.

"This is different. May I?"

"Please."

Maria sat down across from him. The room was the warmest in the entire castle. Le Toad slept in a gigantic Union Jack bed that Rita would probably wish for. One of his walls was completely made out of mirrors. It was the largest mirror in the city. On other walls wee portraits of himself and the English monarchies from Up Top. His fireplace was across from his bed and there was a shelf filled with scrapbooks and classic novels. Expensive furniture surrounded the environment.

"Well what's this all about then?"

"It's about Rita."

"Rita?" he repeated in his famous annoyed tone. "What about Rita?"

"Well the St. James Ball is coming…"

"I told her she couldn't go!" he snapped. "She is not worthy and neither is your daughter!"

"Will you please take two minutes to listen to me? Rita has been working so hard. She hasn't disobeyed a single order. She disserves this more than anything."

"She's not even a lady. Besides, who would she go with?"

"Well…"

"Another reason; she has no friends that are attending!"

"Why does that matter? Please sir. She needs this. She didn't ask me to come in here but I heard her talking to Laura saying she wanted to go this year."

"Since when did she care about formal parties?"

"What does that have to do with what I'm asking?" Maria asked. "I think it's a great opportunity for her to meet new people. Why should theme matter?"

Le Toad sighed. The woman wasn't going to give up.

"Fine." He said. "She can go."

"Thank you your Highness."

"But…" he still wasn't done. "I can still change my mind." Just then, he grinned.