You guys are so nice! Just sayin'!
Also, thanks to Kingdom Kid for pointing out my spelling error. You ROCK!
Kay, on with the story.
"Papa? Papa, I'm home!" Willa called out, closing the door behind her.
"I'm the the workshop, dear!" a gruff voice yelled back. Willa smiled, placing the basket on the table before walking into the workshop.
"How was your outing, Wills?" her father asked. All she could see was two chubby legs sticking out from behind a machine.
"It was okay. Papa, do you think I'm..." Willa's mind went back to the (STUPID!) song the townspeople were singing. "Do you think I'm odd?"
"My daughter? Odd? Now where would you get a crazy idea like that?" her father slid out from under the contraption, wearing obnoxious goggles, making his eyes triple their original size.
Willa chuckled at the sight. "I don't know, Papa."
"Sweetie, why is there mud on your sleeve?" Maurice asked as Willa handed him a wrench.
"Oh. I just ran into Gaston today," she shrugged.
"Gaston? Isn't he that handsome young lad?" Maurice asked, sliding back under the machine.
"Yeah, he's handsome alright," Willa said, Gaston popping into her brain. "And rude, and conceited, and- oh, Papa, he's not for me," she sighed.
Her father chuckled. "I figured, darlin'. HUP!" he grunted, standing up and placing the goggles on top of his head. "Okay. Let's start 'er up!"
Maybeck let out a happy whoop. The Stabbington Brothers rolled their eyes. As they crossed the bridge into the forest, Maybeck looked over his shoulders. "Can't you picture me in a castle? 'Cause I certainly can! Oh, all the things when have seen and it's only 8 in the morning! Gentlemen, this is a VERY BIG DAY!"
"8:00, Pascal. I finished right on time! This is a very big day!" Charlene leaned back, wiping sweat off her forehead with her arm. She looked down at her paint-splattered arms and dress. A single yellow dot of paint laid on her left foot.
"CHARLENE! LET DOWN YOUR HAIR!" a voice rang out, right on cue.
"Pascal!" Charlie whispered. The chameleon scurried over and climbed up onto the painting, turning yellow along with the paint.
Charlene pulled the curtains over the painting, leaving just a crack for Pascal to see.
"CHARLIE! I'M NOT GETTING ANY YOUNGER DOWN HERE!"
"COMING, MOTHER!" she called. Pascal stuck his chest out, and Charlie rolled her eyes.
"I know, Pascal! I'm gunna ask her!"
Charlene ran over and looped her hair around before tossing it outside the window. Soon, she had hauled up her mother.
"Oh, sweetie! How you do that every single day without fail! It must be absolutely exhausting, darling!" Her mother stroked her cheek. Charlene blushed.
"Oh, it's nothing!" she giggled.
"Then I don't know why it takes so long!" her mother tapped her nose, then laughed at her expression. "I'm just kidding dear, you're so cute, I love you so much!" she walked over to the mirror to examine herself.
"Well, Mother. As you know...tomorrow's a very big da-"
"Darling, Mummy's feeling a little run down," Mother Gothel cut her off, examining an age spot on her hand. "Will you sing to me, dear?"
"Oh. Okay," Charlie was obviously upset. But she quickly pulled up a chair and a little stool, shoving her mother into the chair. She rammed the brush into her hand, then laid some hair on her lap.
Flowergleamandglowletyourpow ershinemaketheclockreversebr ingbackwhatoncewasmine!
"Charlie!" Mother Gothel gasped.
Healwhathasbeenhurt,changethefate'sdesign!
Mother Gothel, startled, quickly started brushing the little chunk of hair at high speed.
Savewhathasbeenlostbringback whatoncewasMINE!
Charlene gasped for breath. "Charlie!" Mother Gothel scolded, but Charlene ignored it.
"Well, Mother, I told you tomorrow was a really big day, but you didn't really respond, so I'm just going to tell you...IT'S MY BIRTHDAY!" she grabbed her mother's arm. "Tada!"
Mother Gothel's eyes widened, before shaking her head. "Impossible. It can't be. I distinctly remember, your birthday was last year!" she laughed.
Charlene twirled as much hair as she can around her finger. "That's the funny thing about birthdays, their...kinda an annual thing." Her eyes trail to the painting.
"Oh no. Nonononono! This is bad, this is very, very bad!" Maybeck skidded to a stop, ripping a 'Wanted: Dead or Alive' posted with his face on a tree.
The Stabbington Brothers raised their eyebrows.
Maybeck revealed the poster to them. "They just can't get my nose right!" He was right, on the poster his nose was a bumping, awkward upturned lump.
"Who cares?" one brother hissed.
"Easy for you to say!" Maybeck said, crouching down and motioning to the poster with their faces on it. "You guys look AMAZING!"
The ground started to rumble, and Maybeck grabbed the tree to hold himself up. Pebbles bounced up and down.
"They found us!" Maybeck hissed, sprinting away, the Brothers close behind.