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posted by PrincessBelle2
"Look at me, Mommy!"
"Look at me, Mommy!"
The Frederickson Family quickly settled down to a happy and contented life together.

“Mommy, look at me!” giggled Rapunzel, holding up her hands, covered in paint. "Look at me, Mommy!"

She had paint on her face as well.

“Oh, honestly!” Ellie laughed, picking her up to wash her off. “You’re meant to put the paint on the paper, not you, Rapunzel!”

“She’s making herself a work of art, Ellie,” Carl replied, causing her to laugh again.

“Daddy, can I be an artist someday?” asked Rapunzel as her mother washed the paint from her hands and face.

“Of course you can, honey. You can do anything you like if you believe hard enough.”

Rapunzel took him at his word and went about the years painting whenever she could – although neither of them were too happy when she tried to paint the fireplace. “It needed repainting,” she insisted, and that made them forget their anger as they both laughed at her.

Rapunzel learned at a very young age that it was her mother’s childhood dream to go the Paradise Falls in South America, like her and her husband’s childhood hero Charles Muntz, and so they saved every spare penny they could get in a jar marked Paradise Falls they kept on the side table in the living room. As she got older, Rapunzel resolved to try and help them in any way she could. Most children her age sold lemonade from stands outside their houses, she knew, but she was better at making pictures than drinks, so she sold those instead. She didn’t know exactly how Paradise Falls looked, but her fanciful paintings of colourful waterfalls topped with rainbows and spouting bubbles often sold, although mainly to other children. Adults didn’t take her seriously as an artist, other than her parents.

However, it didn’t matter how much spare change they managed to save up, because things always seemed to get in the way; like the car popping a tyre or her father breaking his leg or a tree crushing the roof in a storm. Rapunzel remembered that one; it had been one scary storm.

“Mommy, Daddy, I’m scared!” she had squealed, running into their room, moments before the tree had fallen and shaken the whole house along with the thunder and lightning.

It had been alright in the end, of course, they had managed to get the roof fixed, but each of these incidents cost a great deal of money, so they had to keep breaking into the Paradise Falls jar.

“It’s alright,” Ellie convinced her when Rapunzel pointed out that they had used up all the money in the jar fixing the roof. “We’ll just start saving up again.”

“Are we ever going to get to go to South America, Mommy?” Rapunzel asked.

“Of course we are. Your father promised me and he always keeps his promises.”

As time wore on, however, it started to look less and less likely that they would ever go, as soon the jar was forgotten. But it didn’t matter. Ellie told her daughter than just living with her and her father was an adventure in its own right. And, when Rapunzel grew old enough to appreciate romance, she could see what her mother meant. They were such a sweet couple together, and Rapunzel adored them both. She grew up, still in a world of art and creativity, as she learned to knit, to sew, to cook, to sculpt and even how to make candles. She never wanted for anything, her parents saw to that, and she grew into a beautiful, kind, spirited and curious young woman.

Time still wore on and whilst most of the people around her moved from their parents’ houses and into homes of their own, Rapunzel couldn’t bring herself too. For a start, she didn’t have another house to move into, and for another thing she wanted to stay with her parents, where she was perfectly happy.

“That Rapunzel Frederickson ought to have left home by now, surely?” she once heard a gossipy old woman saying to her companion as they trotted along past the house as Rapunzel sat outside on the front porch, painting a landscape of the houses around them as a present for her parents. It had been her eighteenth birthday the day before and she had been given a brand new sketchbook and a box filled with paints, pastels, watercolours, oils, chalks, coloured pencils, ordinary pencils, felt tip pens all colours of the rainbow, brushes, a palate, a sharpening knife, an eraser, a ruler and a pot for water; from her parents, along with a large cake shaped like a smaller version of their own house and a birthday feast. “It’s like she’s too scared to leave the house or something.”

“Daddy, is it weird that I haven’t left home, yet?” Rapunzel asked him later that evening as they cleaned the living room together.

“No, of course not, honey,” he replied, polishing the windows. “You leave when you’re ready to.”

“But I don’t think I want to leave for a long time,” Rapunzel said. “I like being with you and Mom. You’re much better than people my own age.”

Carl was glad that she had said that. He did sometimes worry that their daughter was growing up too fast, but if she was perfectly happy to live with them for as long as possible, then it didn’t feel like they were losing her.

As he passed by the mantelpiece he picked up a picture of Ellie as a child, wearing goggles and the Muntz-style hat. Rapunzel looked over his shoulder. “Mom looked so funny then.” She glanced out of the window where Ellie was cleaning the windows on the outside. She had aged well; she still looked as pretty now as she did when she was younger. She sighed. “I wish we could have taken her to Paradise Falls.”

Carl looked thoughtful for a moment. “We will.”

“Really, Daddy?”

“Yeah. I’ll dip into the building society; we should have enough for three return tickets in there.”

“Oh, my God!” Rapunzel gushed. “Yeah! And if you need more, I can give you my money from selling paintings. I was saving it to buy new paints, but now I don’t need to! Yay!”

Carl laughed. “Alright, but let’s make it a surprise, right?”

“I won’t breathe a word!” Rapunzel promised.


Still she smiled to herself that evening as she sat knitting by the fire whilst her parents danced like they were still young. “We’re going to Paradise Falls,” she sang inside her head.

Carl bought the tickets a few weeks later, whilst Rapunzel ran about trying to organise everything without her mother finding out what they were up to. It wasn’t easy.

“What are you doing, sweetie?” Ellie asked her, leaning over her shoulder.

Rapunzel promptly shut the library book on Southern American food she had picked up that morning. “Oh, nothing, just checking out some new recipes.”

Packing proved to be equally as difficult, as she had to wait until her parents were distracted downstairs before she could transfer their clothes from their room to hers, where she had dragged all their suitcases, and pack them all. Of course, Ellie noticed when her favourite dress was missing, but both Carl and Rapunzel managed to convince her that it was probably lost around the house somewhere and that it would turn up in time. Later Rapunzel giggled to herself, imagining what the look on her mother’s face would be when she unpacked in South America and found the dress there.

“Surprise!” she and Carl would both chorus and laugh together with her.

But just when everything seemed to be all worked out, tragedy struck.

Carl had planned a picnic on the hill in the park, their favourite spot, for the three of them and then he and Rapunzel could give Ellie the tickets. So, together, up the hill they went. However, Ellie stumbled halfway up and couldn’t seem to go on.

“Mom!” Rapunzel cried, diving down to help her. “What is it?”

“Oh, I’m just tired, love,” replied Ellie, bravely, as Carl came racing to help.

A trip to the hospital proved otherwise, however. Ellie was dying. Both Carl and Rapunzel were struck dumb, momentarily, by the revelation.

“But I don’t want Mom to die,” whispered Rapunzel.

“I’m terribly sorry, Miss Frederickson,” said the doctor, sympathetically. “But your mother’s very ill, and we’re doing all we can, but it doesn’t look very hopeful.”

Rapunzel didn’t cry. She knew her mother would want her to be brave. But how would she and her father go on without Ellie?

Ellie asked for them to bring her Adventure Book to the hospital. It was an old scrapbook from her childhood in which she had pasted a picture of Paradise Falls with their house on top of it, and a map of South Africa she had “ripped right out of a library book.” She spent a long time looking at it before Carl and Rapunzel ventured into the room.

“Mom...” Rapunzel stammered, trying not to cry.

Ellie smiled and patted her hand. “It’s alright, darling. I’ll be fine.”

She pushed the scrapbook beneath Carl’s hand and then touched his face. “I love you, Carl,” she said, softly.

“I love you too, Ellie.”

“I love you, Mom,” Rapunzel put in and then she did start crying.

“And I love you, my darling,” Ellie told her, giving her a hug as Carl kissed her forehead.

“Why did no one come?” Rapunzel whispered at the funeral, which was attended by only her, Carl and the local vicar. To her mind, her parents were the greatest people in the world, so why didn’t the rest of the world think so?

Carl didn’t reply; he just sat sadly on the step with Rapunzel next to him, crying her heart out for her mother over and over again.
“We’re going to Paradise Falls,”
“We’re going to Paradise Falls,”
“But I don’t want Mom to die,”
“But I don’t want Mom to die,”
“Why did no one come?”
“Why did no one come?”
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posted by PrincessBelle2
"Maybe it's a woodpecker."
"Maybe it's a woodpecker."
Carl and Rapunzel were interrupted in their silent meditation by the sound of something knocking on the door. “Huh?” Carl sat up and stared at the front door. He and his daughter looked at one another, quizzically.

“Maybe it’s a woodpecker,” Rapunzel suggested.

Carl got to his feet and shuffled the door. He got the shock of his life when he opened it and saw Russell, the young Wilderness Explorer from the day before, standing on his porch. “Hi, Mr Frederickson!” the boy called.

“What are you doing out here, kid?” Carl exclaimed.

“I found the snipe, and I followed it under...
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posted by kristenfan10109
"Don't worry your safe with me"
"Don't worry your safe with me"
Chapter 8: Hellfire

Belle had the reins Pheobus was holding on for dear life as Achilles ran faster then the wildest mustang through the streets out into the woods she quickly stopped him terrified remembering that fateful night as she and Phillipe ran into Paris to try and get away from the killer wolves. "I always knew you were fast Achillies but not this fast" said Pheobus hopped down and patted him on the neck he glanced over at Belle smiling but that smile quickly changed to concern "Belle what is it? What's wrong?", "Oh um nothing can we go back into the city I don't feel safe here", "Why?"...
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posted by kristenfan10109
Chapter 6: Trapped

Phebous was out looking for the gypsy girl when someone caught his eye they had a dark blue cape around them, walking with a wood cane hunched over, and smoking from a golden pipe heading into the cathedral "Hmm" he said his finger on his chin he got of Achilles and quietly followed behind. Know they were safe inside Esmeralda took off the cape and her goat Djali jumped off her shoulders as she was admiring the beauty of the cathedral listening to the sound of the monks singing she couldn't shake the feeling someone was behind her she quickly turned around knocked them to...
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posted by PrincessBelle2
“Please let him live. Please save him. Please.”
“Please let him live. Please save him. Please.”
Belle had to admire the swiftness with which Aladdin brought Dr Sweet running to the gym. Had she been anything other than hysterically wracked with sobs, she might have been more impressed by it.

“What happened?” asked Dr Sweet.

“Gaston’s a murdering bastard, that’s what!” roared Flynn, who was still being restrained by John.

“Let me see. Belle.” Dr Sweet took her by the shoulders and attempted to ease her away from Adam.

“No!” she sobbed, clinging to him.

“What’s happening?” Meg had come running into the room and now she stared at the sight before her. “Oh, my...
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posted by GypsyMarionette
HUMANS
-Anna Leonowens (The King and I)
-Anne-Marie (All Dogs Go to Heaven)
-Annika Settegren (Pippi Longstocking)
-Annie Hughes (The Iron Giant)
-Anya/Anastasia Nikolaevna Romanova (Anastasia)
-Asenath (Joseph: King of Dreams)
-Chel (The Road to El Dorado)
-Darla Dimple (Cats Don't Dance)
-Dowager Empress Marie Feodorovna (Anastasia)
-Princess Glory (Gulliver's Travels [1939])
-Snow White (Happily Ever After)
-Odette (The Swan Princess)
-Queen Uberta (The Swan Princess)
-Thumbelina's Mother (Thumbelina)
-Rosy (Balto)
-Sophie Stanislovskievna Somorkov-Smirnoff (Anastasia)
-Pippi Longstocking (Pippi Longstocking)...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Kida captured
Kida captured
Kida smiles at the legendary book. She and Proteus knew that if anything happened, it would be their responsibility. Kida did not want to take that scarce risk. Suddenly, Proteus and Kida hear a loud grunt from outside of the room. They run out and see that one of crew's men had been attacked! Turns out, there were other men invading the Syracuse ship! "What are we going to do Proteus?!" Kida asks. Proteus quickly grabs the sword on his back and wields it as he runs towards the invaders. He was ready to fight. The look on Kida's face was saying: What about me? She didn't know it but one of...
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posted by StarWarsFan7
Prince Proteus of Syracuse
Prince Proteus of Syracuse
{A/N} Okay, so, in this NEW series that I'm starting, I just want to warn all of you that...This story has NOTHING to do with Sea to Sparkling Sand. {Although this story does have Sinbad in it!} Just to make that SUPER clear. XD I'm not going to tell you what Disney Crossover Couple I'm using for this 'novel'. You're all very intelligent people and you'll probably tell who the couple is after the first or second chapter. ENJOY! :D

Prince Proteus is on his way to his homeland of Syracuse. "Come men! We must inform the king about the legendary Book of Peace!" The prince tells his crew as their...
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posted by kristenfan10109
Chapter 5: Festival of Fools

Belle and Phebous made there way into the dungeon hearing the sound of a whip to her it was horrifying what kind of business could Frollo possibly have in such a dreadful place. "Stop" cried Frollo "Sir" the guard saluted who was doing the whipping " Wait between lashes otherwise the old sting will dull him to the new", "Yes sir", "Ahh so this the gallant Captain Phebous home from the wars", "Reporting for duty as ordered sir", "Ahh and I see you have met Belle such a lovely creature is she not? She is staying with me for the time being until I can find her a place...
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