NOTE: This came about because I wondered about Carlo's name. All the other VK's have names that kind of reflect their parents, but I could never figure out Carlos - so I made something up... Let me know if there is another story out there that explains names - I'd like to see it!
"I have to name it?" Cruella asked in disgust, looking at the baby as if he were something (perhaps from a dog) that she had found on her shoe. "What good is naming it?" Pausing, she rubbed a muff of silver fox fur against her cheek and this seemed to cheer her. "I suppose I'll need to shout something when I want it...
She snatched the book of baby names that had been offered and opened it randomly, muttering through the names and testing them out: Berk? You MUST be joking... "Boswell? That would have an excellent ring to it when yelled... Bryce? I want nothing to do with anything speckled unless it's made into a coat... Cameron? Sounds far too charming for it...Ah! Here's the one!
Cruella stabbed at the page with her long, meticulously filed nails.
"Carlos - it says it means 'free man'. So -" she shrugged down into her furs, "- when he's older l, he'll be the man... eh... well... boy I can have do everything for free!"
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"Name it something terrible! Awful! Make it really, really bad!" shrieked Malificant, laying exhausted in bed with a cool cloth over her eyes.
The midwife only understood a few words of English, these being "name", "make", and "bad". She shrugged, never having bothered much with trying to figure villains out.
"Sí, señora. Hacemos Mal el nobmre de la nina." She filled in the blank on the birth certificate and handed it to the official.
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"Evil Queen," said the queen very distinctly to her toddling daughter. "None of this "mommy" nonsense! You will address me as my status requires."
The baby grinned and continued to twirl in her little frilly skirt. She had gotten a bit of sparkly tulle someplace and was wrapping herself in it. "Eevee," the girl chirped, perhaps in approximation of her mother's title but more likely just the babbling of a one-year-old.
"Well, that's not right," the Evil Queen intoned haughtily. "Doesn't even sound very nice. You can have it," she begrudged her daughter.
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"...and I will call you Jay, because you belong to Jafar," the disgraced vizier said in a stage whisper.
He plucked the boy out of the bassinet and, looking around suspiciously, carried him off, holding him awkwardly at arm's length as if he were a bomb or a bad smelling hunk of cheese.