Happily Ever After Page #2

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Apparently, her people have yet

to master scissor technology.

Little Red Riding Hood.

Every wolf's favorite

between-meals snack.

And then there's Rumpelstiltskin.

Still trying to get the baby.

Don't ask me why he wants a baby.

Messy diapers and the drooling

and the this and the-

- Can we limit the editorializing?

- Munk. Mambo.

It's time for my vacation.

- I'm off to Scotland.

- Why?

Remember what I taught you.

You have to maintain the balance

between good and evil.

- Don't worry, boss.

- We're pros here.

- We're your assistants.

- Actually, I'm senior assistant.

What? Just 'cause he hired you 300 years

before me, that makes you senior?

Does he know he's wearing a skirt?

That's better.

Now, guys,

no fooling around with the scales.

Same for the staff.

No turning lead into gold...

no giving yourself

huge pectoral muscles, Mambo.

Hey. It was a onetime thing, okay?

And keep a special eye on Cinderella.

She'll be downstairs

at the prince's ball tonight.

Everything will go by the book.

- Just like it always does.

- Munk, open the portal.

Yes, Your Wizardry.

And remember.

Keep your eyes on the ball.

Fore!

How do you like that? I'm a prince

of portals! A master of magic!

Big deal. You're the doorman.

Door pig. Hippo thingy.

You know what you are.

Can we get to work, please?

Ricky, where have you been?

You have to wash the dishes

for the prince's ball.

You went to see Ella again,

didn't you?

What does she see

in that loser prince?

She doesn't even know the guy. I have

to deal with him every day of my life.

She is a prince dreamer, mon frre.

- You're gonna get nowhere with her.

- Shut up.

I'm not trying to get anywhere.

She's a friend.

I know what kind of friend

you're talking about.

I need a friend like that,

my friend. I tell you, huh?

Oui. With friends like that,

why do you need enemies?

Gentlemen!

The prince is furious.

He demands his cranberry juice.

- No!

- Not the cake!

Vanilla.

Come on, girls. Think prince.

- Don't work too hard.

- Missed a spot.

See you at the ball.

As if.

Ella.

Remember.

Shampoo and condition the cat.

And don't forget to swab out

its sores. It loves that.

Oops. Sorry.

Weepy, weepy,

cry, cry, cry, sob.

And then,

fairy godmother to the rescue.

I love this part.

"Don't cry, child."

Don't cry, child.

I'm your fairy godmother.

I have come to grant

your wish to be a real boy.

What?

- You're Cinderella, right?

- Yeah.

Then let's get you ready for the ball.

That's not right.

Nice.

Yes.

Here we go.

Sassy!

Oops.

- Yes.

- Wow.

- You look beautiful, Salmonella.

- It's Cinderella.

Cinderella going to the ball-again.

Sleeping Beauty, still asleep.

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