Flynn was genuinely afraid for his life. He couldn't remember a time when he was so terrified, except maybe during his freshmen year when he was tricked into watching the school secretary Orddu take a shower. But his and Peter Pan's knuckles were white while they gripped the sides of the police car, for if they let go they would be tossed around the car like stones in a blender on full blast. Mr. Hook had to be the worst driver Flynn ever seen.

The cop was unnecessarily blasting down the highway like bullet. He passed cars with such aggression that Flynn was sure every driver had greeted the cop's car with a certain finger held angrily in the air. Peter's head banged against the window as the car turned abruptly to enter through an exit. As they were turning, Flynn was leaning so much from the momentum his grip broke from the car door and he slammed into Peter. Peter's face pressed up against the car's tinted windows. They could literally hear tires screeching as the car finally entered into straight-road territory. The boys fell back to their seats.

"Peter." Flynn glanced at over his shoulder, his heart beating.

"Yeah?" he asked, holding onto the car door even tighter as the crazed policeman attempted to pass an 18 wheeler that was doing at least 80 miles per hours.

"If we die, I'm going to kill you,"

"But you'll be dead... and I'll be dead... Moron."

"I'll kill you in hell. How's that?" Flynn stifled a 'HOLY SHIT!' as the police car zoomed through a red light and almost collided with a convertible.

"Yeah well, at least we'll get back really fast," Peter said when they were in safe territory again, "hey man, how'd you get that plastic arm?" he asked Hook, needing to distract him from driving too quickly.

The boys heard the man clear his throat and sigh deeply.

"Well lads, its a long story..."

Tiana was just about to bring a customer his order when she spotted Aladdin walking to the girls table. She sighed and shook her head. Boy doesn't know what he's getting into. She knew them girls well, or at least how they acted around poor folk. They act all nice at first, then they stab ya hard in the back. She felt sadness overcome her. Aladdin would fall for one of them, she just knew it. How could he not? Them girls are everything Aladdin don't have on a high pedestal. The harder they are to get, the harder he'll try and the harder he'll fail.

"You jealous Tiana?"

Tiana spun around to see Ray smiling to himself, clearing a customer's table. Ray had light brown skin, and strange red hair fashioned into dreadlocks. He was incredibly skinny, and had two of his front teeth missing from a past fight. He always wore clothes that seemed to be five sizes too big and had a strong Cajun accent.

"No Ray," Tiana said playfully, "I'm just worried for his well being, if you what I'm getting at,"

"Mmm-hmm," he nodded, "them white girls, they don't leave you men-tally stable. They dun mess wit your head 'n leave you all crazy. I should know, Evangaline and me-"

"Ray, Evangaline is pornstar. Louis showed me already. We know she ain't really your girlfriend,"

"Oh but she is! We talk every night, 'bout meetin' eachother here. I can hardly wait! Eee!" he squealed with excitement. Tiana smiled and shook her head. If he wanted to fantasize about a romance between him and a pornstar, so be it. Whatever made him happy, made Tiana happy.

"Anywho, you gon' drop that order off at a table? Them customers, dey sure look hungry," Ray motioned towards the plate of food she was holding.

Tiana laughed nervously and scuttled off towards the hungry customers, still glancing at Aladdin from the corner of her eye.

Aladdin stood awkwardly for a minute, still holding onto his smile. The girls seemed to stare into his soul, probably wondering why on earth some lowlife like him dared to talk to them. He gulped, his confidence going down the drain.

"You're pretty foreword aren't you?"

Aladdin nearly gasped at how beautiful the blonde girl's voice was. It was so sugary and high, it didn't seem real.

"He's foreword isn't he girls?" the blonde girl looked at the girls around the table, who nodded and shrugged in response, "I like that. Are you like, foreign?"

"What?" Aladdin said, taken back.

"Geez Rose!" the Indian girl face palmed.

"I mean like come on, only foreign boys to walk straight up to girls like that. Which is why girls are attracted to them more than normal guys," Rose winked at him.

Aladdin's confidence rose again, "Well I am from California. Does that count for being foreign?' He laughed, but wondering to himself:

Where the hell did I pull that lie from?

"Haha, no!" Rose laughed.

"Are you really from California? My uncle lives there," the brunette said, giving him a slight smile.

"I am! What's his name?"

She examined her nails, "Yankee Irving," she said casually.

"The baseball player? No way!" Aladdin said excitedly.

"Mmm-hmm,"

"Sit down! We gotta introduce ourselves here," Rose said, waving him over.

"Sure," Aladdin said, sitting down in an empty chair .

"Okay, so I'm Briar Rose," she said cheerfully, "this is Vanessa," she pointed to the one with the brunette hair, "and this lovely chica is Jasmine," she pointed to the Indian girl.

"Nice to meet you," he smiled at Jasmine, who quickly looked down as soon as his eyes met hers.

"It's okay Jasmine, he won't bite you," Rose playfully teased her. She turned to Aladdin, "unless you're into that. If you've got like a biting fetish then that's cool. Because I met this guy who totally-"

"No Rose!" Vanessa said, shocked.

"Don't tell that story to strangers," Jasmine looked disgusted, but with a slight joking smile involved. Briar Rose rolled her eyes.

"Anyways," she said, "what's your name?"

Aladdin didn't even pause when he said:

"Ali."