“But why can’t I go with you?” Belle asked.

The seven year old wriggled her shoulders inside her slightly baggy grey tunic. It was a little chilly inside the Palace of Justice. Sarah smiled and put her hands on the child’s shoulders.

“Because the Captain won’t allow someone as small as you aboard the ship, Belle. When you’re older, maybe, but for now, you have to stay here.”

“You’ll be a good girl for Mr Frollo, won’t you?” added Clayton.

“Yes, Papa,” Belle replied, dutifully. Judge Claude Frollo didn’t really look like the type who’d take care of children, but...

Rapunzel pleaded with mother Gothel:

"Mom please. Let me go outside."

Gothel mother shook her head no. Rapunzel's hair was what she needed. To get the point across, Gothel handed Rapunzel a bowl of cherries.

"Bake pies."

Rapunzel sighed and got to work. She never liked making cherry pie. Rapunzel hated the cherry.

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At that time, Aladdin was fleeing Jafar and his men with his usual strength. He had stolen a lamp, and with the genie in that lamp, his dreams would come true. He suddenly realized that the bullies weren't chasing him anymore. But Aladdin was very hungry. He had a piece of bread left...