Sorry for the super slow update. I've been stuck. Hope you enjoy it.

"FOUND YA!" Pascal squeaked in shock as Rapunzle scooped him up by his tail.

"That's 22 for me...how about 23 out of 45."

Pascal groaned. Rapunzle stuck out his tounge.

"Alright then..." He put Pascal down. "What do you wanna do?"

Pascal's face lit up. He pointed his tail towards the ground.
Rapunzle sighed.

"I don't think so. I like it up here...and so do you."

Pascal raised an eyebrow. Rapunzle avoided his gaze.

"Maybe another time OK buddy...I have to ask Father first."

Rapunzle kicked his legs back inside. Pascal jumped up onto his shoulder.

"It isn't too bad in here...right?"

My name's Rapunzle. Ever since I was little, I've lived in a high stone tower with my Father. He always told me that the outside world was dangerous, and that people would try to use me for my hair...whatever that means. My hair is pretty long, 75 feet to be exact. It's quite bothersome...but it's also really cool. I can climb up to the highest points of the tower.

Rapunzle tossed a length of hair towards a lever and pulled down on it. The room lit up with sunlight.

Father leaves a lot, to go get food and clothing and stuff, so it;s up to Pascal and I too keep the place tidy. Oh right...Pascal is my little ferret who found his way up here a long time ago. We've been best friends ever since.

"Come on Pascal! Time to get to work."

Now this one scene will be kinda weirdish and awkward. You've seen the film, just imagine the scene with a guy ;P. Other songs will make more sense.

Seven A.M., the usual morning line-up
Start on the chores, and sweep 'til the floor's are
clean
Polish and wax, do laundry and mop and shine up
Sweep again
And by then
It's, like, seven fifteen
And so I'll read a book
Or maybe 2 or 3 Ill add a few new paintings
To my gallery
I'll play guitar and knit and cook
And basically
Just wonder, when will my life begin?

Then, after lunch, it's puzzles, and darts,and
baking...
Paper-mache, a bit of ballet, and chess...
Pottery and ventriloquy, candle-making...
Then I'll stretch
Maybe sketch
Take a climb. Sew a shirt

And I'll re-read the books
If I have time to spare
I'll paint the wall some more
I'm sure there's room somewhere
And then I'll brush, and brush
And brush, and brush my hair
Stuck in the same place I've always been
And I'll keep wondrin'
And wonderin'
And wonderin'
And wonderin'
When will my life begin?

Rapunzle sighed and looked out the window.

Tomorrow night...
The lights will appear...
Just like they do on my birthday each year...What is it like...
Out there where they glow...
Now that I'm older...
Father might just let me go...

Rapunzle admired the painting of himself watching the lights.

"What do you think they are Pascal?"

The little ferret rested it's head on Rapunzle's shoulder.

3 women ran across the palace roof. The jumped higher and higher until they reached the very top.

Fiona Ryder glanced at her accomplices, then looked out at the view.

"Wow...I could get used to a view like this..."

"Ryder...come on..."

"Hold on...Yup...girls I want a castle."

The large, muscular Stabbington Sisters glared at her. Stella, the eldest, crossed her arms.

"We do this job...and you can buy your own castle."

Stalone...the silent one...grabbed Fiona by her collar.

Fiona held her breath as she was lowered down into the crown room. She held her satchel tightly in one hand. A guard sneezed.

"Ugh...hay fever?"

"Yeah..."

The guard turned around. "WHAT? ...HEY WAIT!"

Fiona was already climbed out of the ceiling.

Fiona and the sisters were running out of the kingdom towards the forest.

"Can't you picture me in a castle? Because I sure can! All the things we've seen and it's only 8 in the morning! LADIES THIS IS A VERY BIG DAY!

Rapunzle closed his paint box and sighed.

"This is it. This is a very big day Pascal...I'm gonna do it...I'm gonna ask him."

"RAPUNZLE! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!"

"It's time...quick don't let him see you." Rapunzle lifted Pascal onto a ledge and watched him sink into the shadows before running across the room. He tied some hair up onto a hook and the let the rest fall out the window. After a few minutes, Rapunzle had pulled his father up into the tower.

"Hello Father."

"Hello Rapunzle..." The tired man slumped across the room into a chair.

"Are you alright?!"

"Yes yes I just got a little worn out that's all...I have to head out again soon...but I'm tired...won't you sing for me."

"OK!"

Rapunzle sat down in front of his father and wrapped his arms over his knees. He began singing quickly.

Flower, gleam and glow
Let your power shine
Make the clock reverse
Bring back what once was mine

"Wait! Rapunzle slow down!" Gothen grabbed at his hair in a panic.

Heal what has been hurt
Change the Fates' design
Save what has been lost
Bring back what once was mine

What once was mine

Gothen sighed as his youth returned to him, faster than usual. "Rapunzle..."

"SO FATHER!" Rapunzle was right in his face. "I was thinking...since...you know my birthday is tomorrow and all...maybe I could...maybe we could..."

"Rapunzle...you're mumbling...you know how I hate the mumbling it's just BLAH BLAH BLAH...and"

"Anyway! I was wondering if you could..."

"You know Rapunzle when I was your age I always wanted to learn how to knit."

"I know how to knit...but I was wondering..."

"What about candle making? Can you make candles? we're running low."

"Father I made 47 candles this morning. What I'm trying to saying is..."

"I remember one time when you were little you dropped a whole batch of drying candles into a bucket of water and..."

"FATHER I WANT TO SEE THE FLOATING LIGHTS!"

"The what?"

"The floating lights! I've been trying to tell you." Rapnuzle jumped up next to his painting. "See..."

"...you mean the stars."

"No see this is the thing, I've been tracking stars..." Rapunzle used a bit of hair to open a window and reveal a charted graph of the moon's cycle. "and they're around every night, but these...these appear on my birthday...only on my birthday."

Gothen stared up at the chart. After a few moments, he sighed.

"Rapunzle...you want to go outside? Just...look at youself. You're so fragile. Still a little sapling...a sprout! You know why we stay up in this tower..."

"I know but-"

"That's right! To keep you safe and sound son..."

Rapunzle watched as his father crossed the room and began closing the curtains.

"Guess I always knew this day was coming...soon you'd want to leave the nest. Soon...but not yet!"

"But-"

"Trust me pet. Father knows best."

Rapunzle sighed. Here he goes again.

Listen to your Father, it's a scary world out there.
Fatther knows best one way or another something will go wrong, I swear.
Ruffians, thugs, poision ivy, quicksand, cannibals and snakes, the plague.

"No!"

Yes
Also large bugs, girls with pointy teeth. And stop no more you'll just upset me.
Fathers right here, mother will protect you.
Son here's what i suggest.
Skip the drama stay with Papa.
Father knows best.
Father knows best take it from your daddy on your own you won't survive.
Sloppy, underdressed, immature, clumsy.
Please they'll eat you up alive.
Gullible, naive positively grubby
Ditsy and a bit,well,vague
Plus i believe your getting kind of chubby. I'm just saying cause i wuv you.
Father understands, Fathers here to help you
All i have is one request.

Gothen looked at Rapunzle straight in the eyes.

"Rapunzle?"

"Yes Father?"

"Don't ever ask to leave this tower again."

"...Yes father..."

Gothern smiled. "Don't forget it...or you'll regret it."

Father...knows...best.

Rapunzle watched as his Father grabbed his belongings and headed towards the leadge. Rapunzle helped him down the tower and watched him walk out of their clearing into the woods. He rested his head on his arms and let his hair sway in the breeze.

Well that was fun.

Writing Gothen was tough because Gothel is so so SO feminine. So I guess Gothen is just an extremely fabulous father. Take that as you will.

Going to get started on the next chapter so don't fret. I'll get it in ASAP.