(Maleficent's last name is Norwegian Scandivian and means "A mythical dragon." Sorry that I rushed through homecoming. It's never been a huge deal to me. Re-uploaded because I realized my stupidity.)

Chapter Seven: Homecoming

"Eighteen…nineteen…twenty!"

Applause came from the practice field for the marching band. They had just finished doing twenty pushups as a punishment for the trumpet section talking while they were being called into attention. Mr. Krab rubbed his temples and barked at the band to go back to the beginning of their number. There was no way they could mess this up. Homecoming was tomorrow and they had to be perfect. Especially since they were going up against their mortal enemy: Universal. Also, Mr. Krab's reputation was at stake. He had very important job offer, Mr. Triton was going to be in the audience to consider him for doing another performance for him, and he had just received a call that some of his old orchestra members and people from the musical community were going to be at the game to see what "The Great Sebastian" was up to. There was a lot at stake.

Watching the band were two of Disney High's most hated faculty: Ms. Ursula Octa and Ms. Maleficent Fafner. Ms. Octa was surveying Mr. Krab, watching to see who she could steal and bring to the chorus side. Ms. Octa and Mr. Krab had never been on good terms. When someone needed to play for Mr. Triton, one of the richest oceanic philanthropists, owner of Atlantica Recordings, and who the natatorium was named after, Mr. Krab and Ms. Octa both jumped at the opportunity. Mr. Krab got the job and was praised in the music community, while Ms. Octa was shunned and forced to work with children. She had dragged Ms. Fafner with her to get her away from her sewing. As Ms. Octa always said, "Darling, we are in our golden years! It's time to work what we got and get what we worked for!".

Ms. Fafner wasn't too pleased with being out on a cold October afternoon and listening to "Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah". Sometimes she wondered why she even humored Ms. Octa. In fact, she—and pretty much everyone else at Disney High—wondered why she and Ms. Octa were friends anyway. Ms. Fafner was a conservative woman who believed that public displays of affection were completely unorthodox, whereas Ms. Octa was a bit of a flirt. Ms. Fafner could pretty much never be caught smiling or cracking a joke; Ms. Octa had a sense of humor, even if it was a bit twisted to say the least. And where Ms. Octa wore tight clothing with low cuts, Ms. Fafner had a love of turtlenecks and long sleeves. Apparently they bonded over their love of their pets. Ms. Octa had two pet electric eels named Flo and Jet, whom she loved about as much as Ms. Fafner loved her pet crow Diablo. They bonded over that, and their similar makeup styles: thinned eyebrows, dark purple eye shadow, and red lipstick.

"What a bore," Ms. Fafner said with a yawn. She applied more of her green-white powder to her face. "How can anyone find enjoyment in students walking across a field?"

Ms. Octa smacked her lips and closed her compact. "If I knew, I would tell you. As I told you, we're not here to enjoy their racket. This game is very important for Sebastian. Apparently, a very prestigious college is going to give him a shot running their band and Triton will be in the audience this night. If I can ruin his performance, then not only will the college never hire him, but Triton will consider him too unorganized and inefficient to ever play for him again!"

"Why, Ursula, I didn't know you could be so dastardly."

Ms. Octa put her back to her friend, turned her head, and with a shake of her hip and sly grin on her face, said, "Sweetie, they weren't kidding when they called me, well, a witch."

Ms. Fafner kept her blank expression, but a small smile could be seen on her lips. "I'm sure a witch isn't all they call you."

"As long as I got this—" Another shake of the hip. "—I don't care what they call me."

Out on the field then came the color guard and majorettes. In front was a slender woman with long, dark, and curly hair, and large, green eyes. When they reached the front, she gave a twirl and hit her tambourine a few times to tell the girls to stop.

"Is that the one that's gone sweet on Mr. Smith?" Ms. Fafner asked, appalled and disgusted by color guard instructor's hip shaking and hair flipping. She had heard rumors that one of the teachers had gone sweet on the American history teacher, Mr. Smith. There were no rules against it, but a bit of gossip was always interesting to the librarian. "I've heard that she's already seeing someone named Ralph or Rolfe or something."

"Oh, no, no, no! That woman there is Esmeralda. She used to be a beggar on the street, dancing in the park for money, but now she's married the football coach of Notre Dame."

"The college or high-school?"

"College."

"What is she doing here then?"

"Long distance relationship. Total trust in each other. Has no idea that the day janitor is in love with her."

"The one with the hunchback and deformed eye?"

"Yes!" Ms. Octa exclaimed.

"We sound like the girls who whisper in my library. Don't we, Ursula?"

"Maybe. Now, hush! They're starting again."

D*H

The next day was the homecoming parade and the football game. To celebrate homecoming, each grade had to dress in different costumes. The theme was fairy tales, royalty, and mythical creatures. Seniors were dressed as royalty, juniors as mythical creatures, sophomores as villains of the fairy tales, and freshman as fairy tale as long as they weren't royalty. Some of the girls went all out in their costumes, buying ball gowns and jewelry and crowns. Even the boys got dressed up in crowns and capes. The teachers even participated, picking a story and dressing up as the villain to fit them.

Walking the halls were alumni of Disney High who were allowed to walk the campus and were basically treating homecoming as another reunion. The teachers didn't bother teaching much today, so they didn't mind. I mean, it's the Friday of the homecoming game, the students are in costume, and the dance is tomorrow. What kid is going to learn? They'll just give them extra homework over the weekend to keep them focused.

One alumnus strolling the halls was a woman named Giselle. After graduating from Disney High she went to college in New York. Now she was back and ready to remind all the other alumni who was homecoming queen back when they were in high-school. Another was Mrs. Tiana Grenouille. Tiana arrived yesterday from New Orleans with her best friend, Charlotte. Tiana's husband, Naveen, was back in New Orleans, deciding not to come to homecoming since it wasn't a reunion or anything and because he had to stay behind and take care of the restaurant. I hear the beignets are delicious!

In the girl's bathroom there was a spread of makeup on the counters. Blush, bronzer, cover up, mascara, eye liner, and pretty much anything else you could think of in pretty much every single shade. Three blondes, all dressed as fairies in different colors, primped and plucked in front of the mirror, talking about Gaston. These girls were known as the Bimbettes and continued the stereotype of dumb blondes. The Bimbettes pined after Gaston almost every single day even though he ignored them constantly and went after Belle, who couldn't care less about him. Gaston liked Belle for her beauty, and even though the Bimbettes were beautiful, he loved the challenge of trying to get Belle to fall in love with him.

Trying to squeeze her way through Lancôme was Alice. She was dressed as one of her favorite fairy tales, Alison in Dreamland. Sticking out of her backpack was a little brown rabbit, one of the most known characters in the story. Unlike in Alice's fantasyland, where the white rabbit was always late, the brown rabbit was always early. Like, really and awkwardly early. She pushed her way past the Bimbettes, washed her hands, and quickly walked down the hall to get to second period and catch up with Snow.

"Snow, I barely recognized you!" Alice said, straightening her apron.

Snow was dressed as Little Red Riding Hood. The basket she was carrying was full of apples and her hood was pulled up over her head. Her outfit resembled a normal peasant girl's, with a white blouse, a pale maroon bodice, grey skirt, and clogs.

"I'm sure the hood does a lot to conceal my identity," Snow said, pulling her hood down. "I was going to bake something for the class, but Stepmother thought it better if I brought something healthy."

"Well," Alice said, wrapping one arm around Snow and picking up an apple with the other hand, "an apple a day does keep the doctor away."

As she took a bite, a woman screamed, "No eating in the hallways!"

The command came from Ms. Queenie Heart, a woman obsessed with Valentine's Day, roses, croquet, the color red, and decks of cards. Over the summer, she had gotten some plastic surgery and dyed her hair. No one would tell her she looked like a clown.

"Yes, Ms. Heart," Alice said, chucking the apple into the nearest trashcan and walking into her and Snow's next class.

D*H

"KP, why are we here?" A blonde boy with a naked mole rat on his shoulder asked.

"The cheerleading squad is doing a cheer-off against Universal next week and Bonnie says that I have to check out their routine," KP responded

"Since when do you listen to Bonnie?"

"Since Barkin says I have to," she mumbled.

"And since when do you listen to Barkin?"

"Since he became the cheerleading coach."

The two stopped at the concession stand as they continued their conversation. Behind them was Max. He noticed the red hair on the girl in front of him and tapped her shoulder. After realizing that it was the wrong girl, he muttered an apology and quickly got out of line and back to his seat in the stands. He didn't want to be at the game, but PJ was being forced to, and Max couldn't let him go and be bored all by himself. And, of course, if PJ and Max were going, then Bobby was coming also. Al was only showing up because he was on trash duty for community service.

With no nachos, hot dogs, or sodas, the boy's looked at Max with disapproving looks.

"Think of it this way, Al," Max said with a sheepish grin, "less trash for you to deal with later."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"How could you not get my nachos?" Bobby asked, looking hurt.

"It's only second quarter," Max began and was interrupted when the buzzer went off. "Okay. Half-time. There's plenty of time for you to get nachos."

"You're buying?"

"No."

On the field, the marching band was lining up and preparing to march on. Coach Flotsam and his brother, Coach Jetsam, were attempting to stall by cutting off the power. They ended up electrocuting themselves and being whisked away in the ambulance kept close by in case of emergencies on the field. Ms. Octa didn't have time to continue with the rest of her scheme as she went with her "poopsies" to the hospital.

Principal Mouse came on to the microphone after the performance:

"Hello, everyone! Your principal here! Just to remind you, the candidates for homecoming king are Philip Thorne, Heracles Theós, Eric Anderson, and Gaston LeGume. The candidates for homecoming queen are Aurora-Rose Briar, Mei Huángdí, Laura Muet, and Megara Creon. Now, I shall announce our homecoming king and queen!"

Everyone got silent.