Happily Ever After Page #5

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Left, right, left.

I don't believe this.

How did she get there?

And where did she get that dress?

And where can I get one? I love

those little ruffles down the front.

So, what do you do?

Are you a fair maiden, lady-in-waiting,

damsel in distress?

I will be, kind of, at midnight.

Come on!

I think the little princess

needs a makeover!

What happened?

Sorry.

Where did that maiden go?

Did you see her?

Maiden!

A slipper.

Maybe she was the maiden after all.

At last. A damsel in distress!

Here. Section four,

subparagraph eight.

"Once a prince finds his true love,

he may never let her go."

I will find you, my love...

if I must ride to the ends

of the earth to do so.

Your Majesty.

Please wait. I'm right...

here.

I can swim a little!

That is the prince?

What a loser.

Serves her right.

If I'm gonna

shake things up around here...

I'm gonna need some bad guys.

It's time to party!

Maybe it's just fireworks?

I never seen that before.

- Come on. Let's go.

- This way.

Yeah, yeah.

Something's going down at the palace.

Sweet.

Death from above!

Rick. Oh, my gosh. Rick! Hey.

I was dancing with the prince

and my dress disappeared.

Okay. So that's too much

information, but thank you.

It was supposed to last

till midnight, but it didn't.

And then there was this light in the sky.

Something's wrong.

- Yeah. I'll say.

- Coming over the bridge! Look!

Evildoers of our kingdom!

- Hiya!

- Hello.

So, guys...

ever think there could be

more to life than this?

We're always the losers,

the bad guys.

Is that fair? No.

Frieda.

And who wins?

The dorky ingenues

and the pretentious princes.

From now on,

say good-bye to losing.

And say hello to winning.

Yes to little girls

who get eaten by wolves.

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

To princesses

who never get their prince!

Because starting tonight...

I give you...

happily n'ever after!

Yeah. This is where you came in.

I hate to tell ya,

but it gets worse.

Yeah, yeah.

We demand that you depart

this palace at once.

Yeah. You heard the man.

What you gonna do if we don't?

- Let's make guard kabobs.

- Dibs on the chubby one!

- This is gonna be great!

- I like to hit things.

Ow, ow! Not the face!

That was my favorite leg!

- Rick, we have to do something.

- Okay. We could get-

I know. We'll find the prince.

He's out looking for me now.

- We have to find him.

- For what?

He's a pretty boy. He just does

whatever his little book says.

I'm sure his book

will tell him to save the day.

If you think that poser

is gonna save us, you're dreaming.

Maybe I am dreaming,

but somehow...

I know this wasn't

supposed to happen.

It's Frieda.

She's making everything bad.

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