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About 153ish years later…

Prince Imabigbabyman of Overtherainbow had heard about an enchanted, sleeping princess guarded by a dragon with two heads all his life.

Not that he really cared. He was always too busy hiding under his bed or in his closet to do anything else. You see, he wasn’t exactly the “go-getter” type. Or even the “go-later” type. He was more the “go-never” type. And that was fine with him.

Finally, his exasperated father King Whyismysonawimp had his two most trusted and strongest knights pull the prince out from under the bed, tie him to the saddle of Becket the horse, and send him off to the fabled kingdom of Twistedfairytales to awaken the princess.

Or at least to provide his father with something interesting to say in case anyone asked him, “So what does your son do?”

Poor Prince Imabigbabyman about near had a heart attack when he saw the big open sky. He was practically shaking with fear. He wished with all his heart for a fairy godmother to show up and send him back home, so he could climb back under his bed. He had been counting his dust bunnies and having a grand time, but his father had specifically told him not to come back without a girl, and since he had no girl…

Suddenly, Prince Imabigbabyman had a brilliant idea.

A supremely, diabolically wonderful idea. It was very good.

What if he just grabbed any girl, said it was the princess, and went home? He wouldn’t technically be disobeying his father, some lucky girl would marry him, and he could hide under his bed again. It was the perfect plan.

Unfortunately, he forgot that Becket the horse wasn’t really a horse. It was a robot sent by the wizard Merlin to his father as a birthday present, and Becket was programmed to go to one destination and one destination only. Nothing Prince Imabigbabyman did could make it go in any other direction.

So, all the poor fellow could do was hang on for dear life and cry. He has a very nice cry, by the way. He’s been practicing for years, after all, and it’s kind of a cross between a pig’s high-pitch squeal and a baby bawling.

Yes, it’s very nice. And only slightly unmanly.

In fact, it was such a nice cry that Ugdaria heard it six miles off and was ready for battle long before the prince was even close to the border of the fair land of Twistedfairytales.

Also, by now, Eugenia, Eustacia, and Eupigia had heard about the prince’s quest (after all, they were distantly related to the fifth uncle, twice-removed, of King Whyismysonawimp, so news really travelled fast). They were prepared to help the prince too, mainly because they were just plain tired of waiting around for the spell to be broken (face it, 153 years is enough to try anyone’s patience and, besides, it’s not like anyone’s getting any younger).

Unfortunately Prince Imabigbabyman didn’t know they were going to help him. In fact, he probably wasn’t even aware of their existence. So you can imagine how surprised he was when all of a sudden three two-feet tall, blue-haired, plump old ladies dressed in complete mini-suits of armor appeared beside his horse.

In fact he was SO surprised, he just keeled over and fainted, and if it hadn’t been for the fact he was tied to the saddle, he probably would have fallen off ol’ Becket.

Suffice it to say, Eustacia, Eugenia, and Eupigia were not exactly thrilled with their precious princess’ future mate. But, being the dutiful fairies they were, they accepted it as fate, grabbed Becket’s bridle, and floated bravely toward the castle (which they had not seen in years meaning they didn’t know about the dragon-Ugdaria-thing or the megamonster-spikeplant-thing, and the prince who knew about those things was currently preoccupied with being unconscious).

Fortunately for our three heroic fairies, Ugdaria had not used her magical powers ever since she became a dragon. She found it so much easier to simply dismember her prey with her teeth, create havoc in local towns with her fiery breath, and travel by flapping her wings and flying.

Unfortunately for our three heroic fairies, they as well hadn’t used their magical powers since that fateful day so long ago. So…they were a bit rusty.

When they arrived at what used to be the castle gates, Ugdaria was there being her usual, sweet, polite self. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE, YOU PIG-EATING SNOT PEOPLE? THIS IS BETWEEN ME AND THAT SHE-MAN OVER THERE, AND I SAY, HIS HEAD IS GOING TO LOOK MIGHTY NICE OVER MY FIREPLACE!!!”

Woohoo…oh the joy and excitement of it all…

To make a long story short and to keep this appropriate for young children (although some might say we’ve long passed that point), let’s just say that Eustacia, Eugenia, and Eupigia were able to…um…”talk” Ugdaria out of her evil plan.

So Ugdaria, a little bit worse for wear, went home to plot another diabolical scheme. After all, when you’re an evil fairy, you have to do something to occupy your time now that the whole guarding-the-castle thing wasn’t working out.

But to top off this really bad day, Ugdaria found big rain-soaked piles of paper on her front porch. Upon further examination, it was revealed that they were her bills and rent statements – all 150 years overdue.

Rather than explain or pay the creditors that soon showed up at her door in droves, Ugdaria just ate them with barbecue sauce and a side of clam chowder. By doing this, however, she broke the first rule of the Evil Fairies Guild:

Never eat clam chowder with creditors.
It is an insult to our clam brothers.

In punishment, Ugdaria lost her powers and was turned into a mouse. Which was…okay for her…at least, until Marmalade the local stray cat got hungry and…well…you can probably guess what happened.

And it’s not like anyone really missed her anyway.