((I'ght, before this begins, I just wanted to put it out there that I support Jolly Royals a lot more than Queen of Hearts, but for this FanFict I decided to add more QoHs material. But since I've grown to like JRs a bit, I decided to change the ending of this story just a little. I still think Queen of Hearts is cute; just not as good a ship as Jolly Royals is. Also if I make a sequel to this, there will be more Jolly Royals stuff but idk if I'll make a sequel lol who knows.))
Bashful kept tapping on the Crystal Ball, annoying him greatly.
The ball finally awoke, for the 40th time since Bashful started tapping. "I WON'T SHOW YOU, SO STOP BEING ANNOYING!"
Bashful pouted, he sat on the purple couch, his cheeks resting on his fists, it was obvious Bashful was bored. Bashful then smiled smugly. "Heyyy Crystal...~" He chanted, picking up the couch cushions.
The ball rolled his eyes, looking over at Bashful he screamed, "WHAT DO YA WANT?"
Bashful started throwing the couch cushions everywhere, creating a large mess.
"HEY-HEY-HEY, what are you DOING?"
Bashful laughed, pausing to talk to the Ball he said, "If you won't show me what Hilda and Grim are doing, I'll wreck this house and she'll think YOU did it!"
"Well that's a dumb idea." The ball stated. "I don't have any hands, Hilda will know I didn't break anything."
Bashful stopped throwing the pillows, but this time he angrily raced towards the ball. "I'll drop you if you don't tell me what Hilda is planning."
"Look- HIDER BOY- let me give ya a little tip. What day is it tomorrow?"
Bashful scrunched his nose up in confusion, but answered the Ball anyway. "Uhhh.. the 25th of December, aka: Christmas."
"What ELSE is tomorrow?"
Bashful opened his mouth to answer, instead of a correct answer, all what managed to fling out of his mouth was an unintelligible "Uhhhh" sound.
The Crystal Ball cringed in annoyance. "TOMORROW IS ALSO GLOOMY DAY! GLOOMY DAY!" He growled.
"Oooooohhh-" Bashful gaped.
"YEAH. OH." The Ball retorted.
Bashful was still confused. "B- W- How come Hilda and Grim wanted Happy so bad if tomorrow's Gloomy Day?"
"Why don't you put two-and-two together and realize what happened last Gloomy Day? Remember? Happy ruined the Gloom's plan." The Ball continued to babble, getting carried away. "That's why they decided to dwarfnap Happy so he couldn't interfere with their machine. And since Hilda was so impatient with everything, she and Grim left early this morning to get a head start sucking the joy out of everyone. Luckily before you midgets could get here."
Bashful sprung up in surprise. "WHHHHUTT!" He yelped.
The Ball suddenly realized exactly what he said. His irritated expression dissolved into a bewildered look of distress. "Oh no!" He exclaimed. "IGNORE EVERYTHING I JUST SAID; ESPECIALLY THE LAST PART!"
Bashful thought to the situation the Queen had to have been in right now. Queen Delightful- could be all alone with the Glooms. Queen Delightful could be zapped to death by Hilda. Maybe Queen Delightful has all her joy sucked out of her! Maybe Queen Delightful is trying her hardest to fight off the Glooms, but the desperate attempts aren't working! Maybe, just maybe, the Queen solemnly gave up her crown, handing it to Hilda, and wishing-no...- praying!- that a miracle would happen.
Bashful made a sharp EEKKK! shriek. He rushed outside, leaving a unhappy, screaming Crystal Ball. Bashful carried his small legs through the acers of snow, following the sleigh markings, up to the Secret Shed.
"DOC!" Happy and Grumpy cried. Happy ran up to the steel bars, squeezing onto them, carelessly. Even though the bars were cold as ice, all what mattered to Happy was to finally see his friends again!
Doc, Dopey, Sneezy, Sleepy, and Lord Starchbottom ran in, taking in the horrible sight they saw.
"I'm so sorry this happened." Doc plunged forward. "It's all my fault...-"
"No it's not!" Grumpy cut him off. "It's all my fa...-"
"No!" Happy exclaimed. "It's MY fault."
Sneezy rolled his eyes. "No one cares who's fault it is, right now we just need to get you two outta there!"
Grumpy nodded. "Yeah... as FUN as it is having my arms lose blood circulation..." Grumpy said sarcastically, glancing down at the chains on his wrists. "...Sneezy is right."
Doc walked up to the steel crate, examining it closely. "Hmmm... it seems like we'll need a key to open this..."
"I know Hilda left a key in here somewhere... but I don't remember..." Happy responded, trying to be helpful.
"Well aren't you helpful?" Starchbottom grumbled, rudely.
Doc shot a glare at Starchbottom. Happy suddenly lunged backward, wincing in pain, Happy fell down, holding his stomach in agony.
Grumpy stared at Happy filled with worry. "H-h-Happy are you ok?" Grumpy stammered, scared half to death.
Happy tried to turn to Grumpy, but stopped midway and winced again.
"What's wrong with him?" Doc asked.
"He told me he hasn't eaten anything since yesterday!" A shaky Grumpy told Doc.
Doc narrowed his eyes. "Oh those Glooms WILL pay. Everyone, look around. We HAVE to find that key and bust you guys out."
Everyone around Doc nodded, determination filled inside them, and each of them began searching. Unfortunately, Sneezy took one step inside the Secret Shed, and disaster stroke. All the dust entered the rim of his nose, and his nose perked up. Sneezy's eyes began to water greatly, and he shuddered in different positions as he sniffled. "Ahhh Ahhh AHHH..."
"Oh no." Grumpy muttered.
"AAAAAHHHHH-CHOOOOOO!" Sneezy blasted a sneeze, flinging his body outside in the snow. The access dust from the Secret Shed rose in the air, flying everywhere. The gang shut their eyes, rubbing them harshly due to all the dust.
"Sneezy..." Doc said, his fists clenched tightly as he rubbed his eyes, "you should probably stay outside..."
Everyone nodded in agreement, but still managed to keep looking, despite their eyes bloodshot from the dust that affected their sight.
Happy walked up to Grumpy, who was shaking from the cold. "I know you gave this to me," Happy said, taking off Grumpy's coat, "but you need it more than I do right now." Happy wrapped Grumpy's coat around him the best he could, but it was very difficult considering the chains on Grumpy's wrists. Grumpy softly smiled.
"Thanks Hap."
Lord Starchbottom wandered, disgusted by the condition the Secret Shed was in. Doc was also disgusted, but he tried not to show it. Dopey pinched his nose, breathing through his mouth. Sleepy glanced around, his mouth agaped in awe at how musky the Shed really was. "How do you breathe in here, without losing your mind?" Sleepy quietly asked, but no one answered. They were too involved in trying to find the key.
Outside, Sneezy scuffed his boots all around the snow, making a crunching sound to his boredom. As Sneezy continued to shuffle, the snow moved out of the doorway to reveal a mat. Sneezy tilted his head to the side. Lifting the mat up, to his surprise, there lay the key.
"HEY GUYS!" Sneezy yelled, grabbing his fellow friend's attention. "I found the key!" He waved the key back and forth in the air, like it was the most prized possession. And at the time, it was.
Doc smiled, brightly. "Good job Sneezy!"
"Yeah, Sneeze-man, high four!" Sleepy said, giving Sneezy a "high-four".
Lord Starchbottom even smiled. He gave Sneezy a thumbs up. "Nice work!" He said, bringing delight to Sneezy.
"Yeaaah... I'm pretty awesome." Sneezy said in a nasally-conjested voice.
Doc took the key, unlocked the crate, and unlocked Grumpy's chains, to Grumpy's pleasure.
"FREE AGAIN!" Grumpy shouted, massaging his wrists from the terrible pain he received. "Ooh... did I say that out loud?" He asked, awkwardly.
Happy giggled. "Noooo..." He responded with a teasing grin.
"Hey, guys, Bashful is coming up here..." Sneezy, who was still chilling outside, ((haha, get it? Chillin'?)) told everyone.
Bashful rushed up the hill, breathing heavily, he skidded to a perpetious stop. "THE QUEEN! HILDA! JOY! GLOOMY DAY!" Bash screamed. Saying he's hyperventilating would be an understatement.
"What about the Queen?" Bashful immediately caught Lord Starchbottom's attention.
Bashful took a couple deep breaths. As he exhale, he exclaimed. "THE GLOOMS ARE TAKING OVER JOLLYWOOD! NOOOOOOOOOOOOWW!" Bashful's arms flung in all kinds of directions, rapidly.
Everyone perked up. "Well, we gotta go!" Grumpy said. He went outside to be greeted with Giselle. His eyes started tearing up at the sight of his sweet goat.
"Giselle!" He yelled with excitement, running up to her, giving her a ginormous hug.
"Awwww... Grumpy, that's sweet." Happy gushed. Grumpy just ignored that comment.
"Yeah, yeah, we can have a family reunion later, we need to save the Queen!" Lord Starchbottom demanded. Everyone followed what he said. Getting on the sleigh, Dopey and Giselle pulled them through the snow once again.
"MUWHAHA!" Hilda laughed, maniacally. She jumped right at a group of townsfolk. Their terrified expressions brought happiness to Hilda. "MERRY CHRISTMAS!" Hilda chanted, clutching onto the machine. She flicked a switch, and watched as everyone's joy slowly died down
The once before happy townsfolk were now merely lifeless and grey.
Both figuratively and literally.
"Grimmy!" Hilda hopped in the air with joy. "That's the last of them! Now let's go ruin Queenie-Bo Beenie's life FOREVER!"
Grim smiled at his wife's burst of joy. This is what he wanted. He wanted his lovable trouble maker to get what she wanted. This was the best Christmas present ever.
Even though they only celebrated Gloomy Day, why not break the rules a bit?
Hilda stormed up to the Queen's castle. Joy sparkled in Hilda's eyes as she threw the machine into her husband's arms, Grim ((barley)) caught it. Hilda reached for her wand. She shot a blast of blue magic at the door, breaking it effortlessly. Queen Delightful gasped, holding her soft hand to her open mouth, she stood there in shock.
"Well-well-well, little Queenie's having trouble with her look... you little semi-demi-mini-Queen." Hilda mocked. She used her wand yet again, zapping her magic at the Queen. Queen Delightful ducked, the burst of energy left a black and grey ash on the back wall.
"YEAH! Hilda would rather be SHINY!" Grim chuckled, thinking he was a back up singer of some sort.
Hilda rolled her eyes at her dorky husband. "Stop it with the references, Grimmy." She told him, breaking the fourth wall. "NOW HAND ME THE CROWN!"
The Queen rapidly shook her head. "No... NEVER!"
Hilda smirked. "There's NO reason for you to be Queen anymore!"
The Queen, with tears at the edge of her eyes, narrowed them, trying to stay calm. "Give me three reasons, Hilda, on why I should give up my crown!"
"I can give you ten!" Hilda accepted her challenge.
"Number 1: Everyone out there is JOYLESS. No one has Christmas spirit, for I sucked out each and everyone's little piece of happiness."
"Number 2: Happy and Grumpy are stuck somewhere private, where NO ONE will find them. They'll be stuck there with no food or water, leaving them to DIE of starvation, but of course THIRST may come first."
"Number 3: NO ONE loves you. I mean, do you REALLY think someone out there cares for you? The little childish, dumb, naive Queenie? Starchbottom only PRETENDS to care for you... I mean, he wouldn't want to lose his job, would he? And Bashful? HA! Bashful doesn't LOVE you. He merely has a lustful attraction towards you. "
"Number 4: The rest of the 5D will go INSANE without their cheerful crooner and grouchy- but smart- companion. Therefore they are USELESS as well!"
"Number 5: If you don't give up your crown, we'll zap, not only you to death, but your precious little pests as well. Sir AnnoyALot will be nothing but a Sir AshALot. And Squire Peckington will no longer squawk. The only thing Mr. Featherbrain will be used for is a nice Quill for my autobiography, which hopefully will be finished this weekend but ugh... writing really hurts my hands..."
"Number 6: Once your little pests are dead, I might as well zap you as well. Good Queen of Cats, I'd love to get rid of one of your nine lives and then dry beat the other eight just for my pleasure."
Hilda paused. "Hmmm, how many was that, Grimmy?"
Grim laughed. "You know I can't count past three, my darling." He told her as he stupidly held up two fingers.
Hilda rolled her eyes, but looked back at Queen Delightful. "Eh... I seem to have forgot my place. Oh well... your simple minded brain must've already got my point. Hand over the crown."
Queen Delightful let tears stream down her face. Her sweet eyes held no more wisdom, no more hope. She weakly lifted her beautiful tall and pink crown off her head, Squire Peckington sat in. The parrot squawked in sadness as this interaction was going on. He quickly flew out her hat, and closed his eyes, sadly.
Hilda squealed like a teapot as she was handed the crown. She cautiously placed the crown on her head, happiness swept over Hilda instantly. "YES! YES YES YES! OVER THREE YEARS, AND I'VE FINALLY DETHRONED THE QUEEN!"
Hilda pranced all around the room. She stopped for a moment. "Grim, be a dear and throw Delightful and her little pests into the dungeon below us."
"Yes ma'am." Grim saluted her. He took Delightful by the arms and opened up the dungeon, strapping her arms in chains hanging on the wall. Similar to Grumpy, but Delightful was in a more uncomfortable position. Grim then forced Sir YipsALot and Squire Peckington into the dungeon below. Poor Sir YipsALot held his tail under his legs as he whimpered in terror.
Hilda sat exaggeratingly on her throne, smiling widely at everything that lay in her castle. It was hers! ALL FOR HER!
Hilda rushed outside on to the balcony of the castle. She looked down upon the depressed townsfolk. She stood at the edge of the balcony, standing along with Grim, she shouted orders at the townsfolk.
"Hello peasants!" Hilda sneered. "Hope you enjoy mining gems for ME because that's all what you'll be doing in your miserable lives anymore!"
Hilda used magic, and all the Jollywoodians suddenly had pickaxes in their hands. They were forced into the 7D's cave, which is abandoned at the moment.
Hilda beamed, imagining all the shiny jewels and gems she'll receive. The prettiest, sparkliest most rarest gems to be seen.
"I AM NOW QUEEN!" She ecstatically shouted, jumping into Grim's arms, who was having trouble holding her.
"Are we there yet?" A cheerful voice emerged from the foggy weather.
"No." A grouchy voice responded.
"Are we there now?" The voice repeated.
"No." The grouchy voice replied yet again, this time sounding a bit louder.
"Are we there noooooow?" The joyous voice asked yet again, adding emphasis on the "now".
"No!" Six voices replied, along with a sharp, irritated whistle.
"Are we th...-"
"HAPPY!" Grumpy boomed in volume. He paused, and suddenly changed his tone of voice. "How about you sing us a song to make the time go by quicker?"
Happy smiled, his eyes big with excitement. "REALLY?! You WANT me SING?!"
Grumpy rolled his eyes. "You better start singing quick before I change my mind."
Happy grabbed his guitar from behind him ((because cartoon logic)) and began to strum a melody.
"You be Bonnie, I'll be Clyde," Happy sang. "And we'll be gangsters.
Rob a bank and then we'll hide-
they'll never catch us.
You be Yoko, I'll be John-
But we'll save The Beatles...
Tell the world that we're in love!
Baby love is all you need...
I'll be George and you'll be Jane...
We'll have a kid or two,
And carry on the Jetson name-
In 2062!
You'll be Zelda, I'll be Link-
And we'll be 8-bit
Just like Mario and Peach,
And we won't care because the world around us now is made of pixels...
And everything you see
Is as real as you'd want it to be..."
Grumpy smiled at Happy. This was a song Grumpy actually loved. He would listen to it all the time, and it always reminded him of Happy, since Happy was the one to introduce him to it. Grumpy enjoyed the song so much, he started to sing along with Happy, much to Happy's delight.
"Oh yeah! We'll be whoever we pretend-" Happy and Grumpy sang together, their voices intertwining in an almost perfect remedy.
"And oh no- we'll never be alone again!
ALRIGHT!
This is when our eyes will open~
Hey- hey!
Space and time are ours to bend-
We'll be across the universe to watch it end...
This is how our lives begin..."
Happy giggled as he continued to play the instrumental. Once the duet part came around, Happy and Grumpy stared at each other with loving eyes, enjoying their fun singing moment. ((kinda like the scene with Dainty Dwarfs)).
H: "You be Leia,"
G: "I'll be Han,"
H: "We'll kick Darth Vader's a-"
G: "BUTT!"
H: "Until the Empire's gone,"
G: "Unless they strike back!"
H: "I'll be Johnny"
G: "You be June,"
H: "Just like the song..."
G: "And when I sing the "Folsom Prison Blues,""
H: "You'll be there to sing along!"
G: "You be Martha,"
H: "I'll be George!"
G: "We'll be the very first-"
H: "-couple that there ever was,"
All 7D: "TO REPRESENT, YO!"
G: "You be Wilma,"
H: "I'll be Fred,"
G: "And we'll be stone-age,"
H: "And every night we'll rock the bed!"
G: "-And we'll be happy now~"
Just as the song was finishing, they made sight of the clearing of the forest, making their way back home to Jollywood! But what they came to was not a pretty sight...
All the Jollywoodians were forced into hard labor, all of them grey and defeated as they entered the 7D's mine to dig up jewels for Queen Hilda. They were all walking in a straight line, as if they were waiting in line for their death.
Everyone on the sleigh gasped in shock, included Giselle.
Christmas certainly had a change of plans this year...
((I decided to leave an Author's Note just to inform you with a few things. First off: I'm not as cheerful as I used to be. I guess today must be an off day for me, or something, because all day I've felt abnormally sad and insecure. Idk why. I'm not depressed, lol definitely not, I just haven't felt like ME as much as I used to. Hopefully this emotion will fade away real soon because its bugging me. Also, if you know the song that Happy and Grumpy sang as a duet, I WILL LOVE YOU! Hehe, bye guys. Thanks for reading and enjoying my stories!))