Thank you soooo much to everybody who has reviewed, you guys rock! Enclosed in this message is a virtual cookie! I was thinking over some of the comments made that the idea was really simple, (which it is), and I wondered why others hadn't thought of it before. Princes, polygamy, friendly neighborhood jaguars…yep, it's a good old-fashioned fairy tale!

Chapter 4: Witch Hunt

Belle fell to the ground with a thump as Prince dropped her, fleeing the scene. Thankfully, she was too preoccupied with the approaching figure to notice the strange look in his eye as he left. A young woman in a very fancy town-outfit was storming over to Belle with murder in her eyes.

In a gesture of friendship, Belle said, "I love your shopping outfit."

The woman flounced proudly then suddenly scowled. "This isn't a shopping outfit," she said, "It's my going-to-the-dull-provincial-town-next-door-to-visit-my-husband-who-is-obviouly-at-the-market-because-he-needs-to-shop outfit! That's completely different," she huffed. "My town outfit has two pink bows on it instead of one." She looked offended.

Belle pulled herself up off the ground very gracefully and said, in true princess fashion, "Oh, I'm sorry."

Cinderella, for of course that's who the rude young woman was, smiled far too widely and said, "Oh, that's alright."

The two stared at each other for a moment, not knowing what else to say. No two princesses can stare at each other with ear-to-ear grins for long, however, and soon Cinderella's smile slipped a notch. Suddenly remembering why she had come, she said, "You're a witch."

Belle, strangely unoffended by the accusation, said "No I'm not."

"Oh," said Cinderella, deflated. The two stared at each other for a while more. "At least, I don't think I'm a witch," Belle said. "Why would I be a witch?"

"Because…you were kissing Prince, my husband."

"Wait..." said Belle. "Which Prince? There are a lot of princes out there."

"Prince Charming, DUH," said Cinderella, sticking her tongue out in a fashion that made her look not unlike a PEZ dispenser.

"You look like a PEZ dispenser," said Belle, despite the fact that PEZ dispensers didn't exist in their world because capitalism had not yet been introduced.

"What's a PEX dispenser?" Cinderella asked.

"A PEX dispenser is like…well…you know how Princes have these really hot chest muscles?"

"Yeah," said Cinderella, suddenly panting a little bit.

"Well…yeah. A PEZ dispenser is like a French one of those."

"Oooooh," Cinderella said. "So…" she furrowed her brow, trying to remember what they had been discussing. "Oh, yeah! You're a witch."

Ignoring the fact that this had already been discussed, Belle complained, "I can't be a witch, I'm not old!"

"But you were kissing Prince Charming, my husband! You have to be a witch!"

"Prince Charming's my husband," Belle shouted, so you must be the witch!"

"Well, I can't be a witch," Cinderella said defensively. "I'm not ugly!"

The tow of them stared at each other, pondering this.

"Oh," said Belle. "If you're not a witch, and I'm not a witch, then that means…"

"Prince Charming's a witch!" Cinderella cried triumphantly.

"Yeah!" Belle cried enthusiastically. "But, wait…" Belle's face screwed up in concentration. "Prince Charming's a boy. He can't be a witch."

"If none of us are witches, why do we both think we're married to Prince Charming?" asked Cindy, which was probably the longest and most intellectual question of her life.

"I think we are both married to Prince Charming," said Belle.

At that moment, something began to stir in the minds of the princesses. That small part of their brains that had been so intelligent and curious before they had become Princesses started to spark back to life. The princesses stared at each other, and as they did, they began to have thoughts.

"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" asked Belle.

Cindy, who still was a little slow on the uptake, said, "Yeah…something's fishy here."

The fish vendor who had been waving his wares under their noses grinned, showing perfect teeth because princesses are too sensitive to be exposed to ugliness. "Want some fish?"

Belle wrinkled her nose in a way that was still refined yet adorable. "Ick, fish!" she said, although fish is brain food and it would have done both of them some good to eat it. Belle turned back to Cinderella. "I'm thinking…"

"We should have a tea party!" shouted Cindy, completely destroying the intellectual moment.

"Ok!" said Belle excitedly.

The two of them were all set to go to Cindy's castle when the young servant girl whose importance in this story seems nonexistent but is secretly a key character in the tale appeared before them, holding Cindy's horse. "There's something both of you need to see," she said ominously.