"Oh my goodness! Are tu alright?" asked the sobbing girl.
"I'm fine, just help me up," replied Princess Pea. "That damn carpet did that on purpose. It's probably halfway back to Agrabah por now."
"Where?"
"Oh just a land, a faraway place where the caravan cammels roam. Wow, this room sucks. tu don't even have a chocolate fountain...I'm Princess Pea, por the way."
"My name's Cinderella."
"Well, nice meeting tu whatever-you-just-said-your-name-was-but-it's-too-freaking-weird-for-me-to-remember. I gotta go."
"I'm afraid that's impossible," answered cenicienta sadly. "You see, my stepmother locked me in here. The Grand Duke is going door to door to find the girl the prince wishes to marry...and I'm that girl! My stepmother somehow found out and is keeping me from ending my long life of suffering that I've been living since my father's death!"
"That's rough...do tu por any chance have some lip gloss?" answered Pea. "I could use a little rosado, rosa glimmer."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Listen Cindy, can I call tu Cindy?" began Pea. "If tu want to reach this Grand Duke guy on time, you've gotta get out of here."
"But what can I do? It's hopeless."
"Oh, yeah why didn't I think of that? Because it's STUPID! tu can't just sit on your culo waiting for things to fall into place! siguiente you're going to expect a fairy to come along and magically solve your problems-"
"Well, actually," cenicienta smiled slightly.
"You've gotta stop being a whiny victim! Do something with ya life, FOOL! Okay, I didn't mean to go all ghetto-fabulous on tu with that last part. Here, I'll mostrar you. Does this door look particularly strong to you?"
"I suppose not..."
"Then why not do this?" Princess guisante kicked the door with all her might and it fell out of the doorway. "Now let's go get tu your man!"
"Oh, how can I ever thank you? Oh, tu darling-"
"Cindy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and go."
On the way down the attic steps, Princess guisante noticed two mice working their way up while carrying a key but decided to ignore them.
"Your grace, your grace!" called cenicienta from the parte superior, arriba of the main staircase. "Please, wait! May I try it on?"
"Oh, pay no attention to her!" dicho some grey-haired lady with a stick up her ass.
"It's only Cinderella!" added a fugly redhead in a magenta dress.
"Would tu bitches shut up?" guisante rolled her eyes. "Let the girl try on the damn shoe."
"Yes, my orders were to try it on every maiden!" answered the Grand Duke. "Come, my child..."
Just as the royal assistant came scurrying towards cenicienta with the glass slipper on a pillowcase, the bitchy old hag put out her walking stick and tripped him, thus the shoe came smashing to the ground in pieces.
"You bitch!" yelled Pea. "She did that on purpose!"
"Are tu gonna let her speak to tu that way, Mother?" asked an even fuglier black-haired girl in a lime-green drss.
"How dare you!" replied Lady Tremaine. "I did no such thing! Who are tu and what are tu doing in my house?"
"She's a friend of mine," cenicienta replied calmly.
"Cindy, why are tu so calm? tu just lost your one shot at freedom."
"But that's just it, I didn't...you see," cenicienta reached into her delantal pocket. "I have the other slipper!"
The Grand Duke was filled with joy and placed the shoe on Cinderella's foot...a perfect fit.
"Oh, how can I ever thank you, Pea?" cenicienta hugged the princess. "Why, if it weren't for you, I'd still be in the attic crying...oh, would tu be my bridesmaid?"
"Well...I guess I...why not?" answered Pea. And though she was not usually one to tell people her true feelings, guisante was grateful to have finally made a true friend.
(End Of Part 7)
"I'm fine, just help me up," replied Princess Pea. "That damn carpet did that on purpose. It's probably halfway back to Agrabah por now."
"Where?"
"Oh just a land, a faraway place where the caravan cammels roam. Wow, this room sucks. tu don't even have a chocolate fountain...I'm Princess Pea, por the way."
"My name's Cinderella."
"Well, nice meeting tu whatever-you-just-said-your-name-was-but-it's-too-freaking-weird-for-me-to-remember. I gotta go."
"I'm afraid that's impossible," answered cenicienta sadly. "You see, my stepmother locked me in here. The Grand Duke is going door to door to find the girl the prince wishes to marry...and I'm that girl! My stepmother somehow found out and is keeping me from ending my long life of suffering that I've been living since my father's death!"
"That's rough...do tu por any chance have some lip gloss?" answered Pea. "I could use a little rosado, rosa glimmer."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Listen Cindy, can I call tu Cindy?" began Pea. "If tu want to reach this Grand Duke guy on time, you've gotta get out of here."
"But what can I do? It's hopeless."
"Oh, yeah why didn't I think of that? Because it's STUPID! tu can't just sit on your culo waiting for things to fall into place! siguiente you're going to expect a fairy to come along and magically solve your problems-"
"Well, actually," cenicienta smiled slightly.
"You've gotta stop being a whiny victim! Do something with ya life, FOOL! Okay, I didn't mean to go all ghetto-fabulous on tu with that last part. Here, I'll mostrar you. Does this door look particularly strong to you?"
"I suppose not..."
"Then why not do this?" Princess guisante kicked the door with all her might and it fell out of the doorway. "Now let's go get tu your man!"
"Oh, how can I ever thank you? Oh, tu darling-"
"Cindy?"
"Yeah?"
"Shut up and go."
On the way down the attic steps, Princess guisante noticed two mice working their way up while carrying a key but decided to ignore them.
"Your grace, your grace!" called cenicienta from the parte superior, arriba of the main staircase. "Please, wait! May I try it on?"
"Oh, pay no attention to her!" dicho some grey-haired lady with a stick up her ass.
"It's only Cinderella!" added a fugly redhead in a magenta dress.
"Would tu bitches shut up?" guisante rolled her eyes. "Let the girl try on the damn shoe."
"Yes, my orders were to try it on every maiden!" answered the Grand Duke. "Come, my child..."
Just as the royal assistant came scurrying towards cenicienta with the glass slipper on a pillowcase, the bitchy old hag put out her walking stick and tripped him, thus the shoe came smashing to the ground in pieces.
"You bitch!" yelled Pea. "She did that on purpose!"
"Are tu gonna let her speak to tu that way, Mother?" asked an even fuglier black-haired girl in a lime-green drss.
"How dare you!" replied Lady Tremaine. "I did no such thing! Who are tu and what are tu doing in my house?"
"She's a friend of mine," cenicienta replied calmly.
"Cindy, why are tu so calm? tu just lost your one shot at freedom."
"But that's just it, I didn't...you see," cenicienta reached into her delantal pocket. "I have the other slipper!"
The Grand Duke was filled with joy and placed the shoe on Cinderella's foot...a perfect fit.
"Oh, how can I ever thank you, Pea?" cenicienta hugged the princess. "Why, if it weren't for you, I'd still be in the attic crying...oh, would tu be my bridesmaid?"
"Well...I guess I...why not?" answered Pea. And though she was not usually one to tell people her true feelings, guisante was grateful to have finally made a true friend.
(End Of Part 7)