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Revolting Rhymes: Rumplestiltskin
A "Revolting Rhymes" and "Rhyme Stew" rendition of "Rumplestiltskin" with Ratty from "Rhyme Stew's" version of "The Tortoise and the Hare". Wanted to pay a tribute to Roald Dahl, so I wrote this, and tried to emulate his writing style as best as I could. Please comment on what you think!
The town miller, away this please log,
was an egotistical attention hog.
He’d make up stories to impress his peers.
Phony secrets he’d whisper to their ears.
A dinosaur he recently saw.
alive as well was writer Roald Dahl.
At martial arts, he was the best.
He was a stunt double for Adam West.
But then one dreadful woeful day,
the king, was strolling past his way.
And for once, his tall tales would backfire,
as he approached the king as well as his squire.
“I have a secret you’d love to hear.
Please lean in close and lend an ear:
My daughter, not only is determined and bold,
but she can spin straw into gold!”
The king, as greedy as can be,
said, “Then at once bring yo
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Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 2
Now all of Celesteville was in a total panic! The hunter who they thought had perished years ago was alive and was out to revoke their protection rights so that he could hunt them all again! And the biggest non-conservatve hate group on earth and the second biggest (and most misognist) were on his side!
Naturally, all the citizens were swarming the palace asking Babar about what they were going to do. He had no idea so he eventually had the barricade the palace doors tight.
“Oh Celeste...” Babar said miserably. “I’m...I just have no idea what to do!”
“There there BAbar.” Celeste said kindly. “You’ve just been under so much stress.”
“I’m the king.” Babar said. “Everyone turns to ME for guidance...”
“We turned to you for guidance before you were king.” Celeste pointed out. “Do you remember when we were children and the hunter was after us? We probably all would have been dead if yo
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Babar vs the hunter and westboro baptist church 1
What happens when the 80s televisions most beloved elephant meets his not-quite dead old enemy and the world's biggest (and most infamous) non-conservative hate group? Hillarity!
“May I come out now Caleste?” King Babar called from inside his room.
“Not yet Babar.” Caleste replied.
“I don’t see why I’ve got to stay in here.” Babar said. “I mean who could possibly be coming that would require me to wait in here until they show up?”
“It’s a surprise.” Caleste replied.
Babar was confused. As the king of Calesteville, and the one who had saved his herd from the hunter  and introduced them to civilization, he deserved info on these matters.
All of a sudden, Babar's two trusted advisors, Cornelius and Pompadour showed up.
"I say Caleste, how is our king doing?" he asked.
"He's wondering why he has to stay in his room until the guest shows up." Caleste replied. "By the way, any news from madame?"
"She called an
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A real boat-ing service
Sequel to "A real-training school"
This is the story of Benjamin McGloat
a man whose wife we would not promote.
For she was a golddigger, one in plain sight.
She only married Ben cause he looked rich that night.
But upon finding out he really was poor
she wanted to leave right out the door
till she received an offer similar to that of Mrs. Ns.
Bringing more strife to a person again.
It’s time for another poem that will make you nervous!
The terrible secret of the McCreek boating service!
IT all started one hot Thursday afternoon.
A real hot day. Even for June.
Ben was working in the hot sun
since his office was being renovated? And it sure wasn’t fun.
But while doing so, his cell phone rang.
Seeing it was from his wife, he immediately sprang
right up on his feet and accepted the call.
He hoped he wouldn’t have to work outside in fall.
“Yes dear, it’s Ben.” he answered quickly.
His wife’s voice sounded really rather sickly.
“I heard that y
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gender flipped, age regressed, dollfied golddigger
“Let’s see...fake pearly whites, combed hair, fake muscles...and two tickets to to a Romantic Comedy. Everthug I need to lure that little bitch in!” Harry Q. Herbert thought to himself with glee as he prepared himself for his date with Diane Rankin (or rather, his TRAP).
As he locked his house up, he hopped the mercedes which he had “borrowed” and he headed off to the house. Now Diane was widowed three years ago, but had recently won the lottery and was a billionaire along with her five year old daughter Janie. The news soon reached the ears of Harry, who wanted just one thing in life: to live in a big mansion and have tons of money. But why work for it when you can just marry some rich bitch and get her cash all to yourself when she an dher kid have an....accident?
On the way to her house, he decided to stop by the store and get her a present: an emerald ring.
“Oh no Harry!” the cashier said. “I’ve told you a hundred times, no more
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Cheerleading is defintely a TG art 3
When Henry turned around, he saw that Kyle was enormous...or so it seemed.
“Kyle?!” Henry cried. “What...what the hell happened?1 You’re enormous!”
“Oh I wouldn’t say that Henrietta.” Kyle said grinning.
“Henrietta?” Henry cried. “What the hell are you talking about?!”
“No...that doesn’t sound good.” Kyle said. “Cindy! That’ll do!”
“Make sense Kyle!” Henry. snapped. “Where am I?! Where are you?!”
“I said I’d make a picture of you.” Kyle said. “And I did exactly that! Go look in that mirror over there!”
Henry went and gasped!
He was now looked exactly like Alice! Blonde hair down to shoulders, portugese, buxom, and with the cheerleader outfit!
“Wha...what happened?!” Henry cried.
“Sorry Cindy. You were a nice guy. But Mr. Dita doesn’t pay me to just make friends.”
“Wha...what does Mr. Dita ha
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Cheerleading is defintely a TG art 2
There was a big concert in town, were most of the guys in Henry’s dorm were off to. Perfect time to do the....experiment. After checking the coast was clear, Henry trotted off to Kyle’s dorm. He knocked.
“Hello?” Kyle called out.
“It’s me Henry.” Henry called. “Are you...ready?”
“Yeah, come on in.” said Kyle.
Henry opened the door and saw Kyle sitting at his desk. There were several paintings of  girls in his dorm.
“Um..you sure seem to have a way with girls...” Henry said.
“Girls find me irresitable.” he said. “That’s why I make art of them.”
“Well, let’s get this over with before the guys come back.” said Henry.
“Okay, sit over there and turn your back.” said Kyle. “And shirt off.”
“DO I need to...wear anything?” Henry asked.
“Oh no.” said Kyle. “No girls clothes will be necessary for this painting.
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Cheerleading is defintely a TG art 1
Henry Milton!” the art professor at Barronton University said.
“I can’t talk right now Mr. Dita, I have football practice!” Henry said leaving.
“Your coach has been informed. We need to talk.” Mr. Dita said crossly.
Henry gulped. He had a feeling why he was being called. He was captain of the school football team, and the star player...unfortunately, it was getting in the way of his studies...and art was no exception.
“Mr. Milton, you have failed to turn in a project for the FIFTH time this semseter!” Mr. Dita said unhappy.
“Professor, the coach is working us all like crazy!” Henry said in protest. “It’s our big game against the tornadoes and.....”
“Sports are not what college is for.” Dr. Dita said. “Sports are a passtime earned by students who do well in their studies. YOU Mr. Milton have not EARNED that privelege at all...so I’ve spoken to your coach and the dean...and we’re a
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Lyin terrorist play lion game
Evil Russian terrorist Vladimir Kazimir was approaching his secret hideout in Moscow Russia. Tonight was a very special meeting for he was planning to extract revenge on  someone he had loathed for years. When he arrived at the door, he checked that the coast was clear and knocked.
“Who is there?” his second in command  Lazar Kuchenko asked.
“It’s Kazimir you fool!” he snapped. “Vet me in!”
He opened the door and welcomed his boss in.
“How vas your vide over here sir?” he asked.
“It vas a close call.” he said taking off his sunglasses and wig he used to fool people. “A cop stopped me and I thought the jig vas up! But he just gave me a ticket for speeding. We shall deal with him later.
“The others are vaiting in the room.” Kuchenko said.
“Excellent.” he said. “Den vet us get down to business shall we?”
Kazimir entered the conference room and was greeted by his other thre
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Bluth TV biopic 5: American Tail 2
First draft so may not be perfect!
WE CUT TO BLUTH MEETING SOME ANIMATORS IN A STORYBOARD MEETING. SPIELBERG IS WATCHING.
BLUTH
Okay, now I apologize for the crudeness of these houses in the village. Spielberg’s gonna bring in some reall photos and you’ll have a better understanding of what to draw from there. But after the main credits, I want the camera to first take a shot of this house in Russia. Then it should cut to a sign on the door that says “Moskowitz” and fool the audience...and I do not want a zoom in shot of it...I want it only to zoom in for a few seconds, then do a cut take to the sign. Afterwitch, the camera moves down here in about 4 seconds to a sign that says “Mousekewitz” which is our hero Fievel AKA Philly’s home. Now afterwards, the first things we should see in the house is Papa playing the violin. And I do not mean first show us the furniture or the kids dancing and THEN Papa, Papa is first thing and I mean that. Now aft
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Bluth TV biopic 4: American Tail 1
CUT TO Rick Dyer, president of Advanced Microcomputer Systems. HE IS ON PHONE WITH DISTRIBUTOR FOR GAME.
DYER
Come on, “The Secrets of the Lost Woods” is bound to be a smash hit! It’s about a knight who...
UNNAMED DISTRIBUTOR
Dryer enough! We told you, it’s not for us!
DYER SIGHS. A WOMAN ENTERS.
WOMAN
Any luck?
DYER
No. I know the game’s bound to be a hit! We just don’t have anyone who thinks it will! But anyway, did you bring the figures over?
WOMAN
Yes. I hope you don’t mind sir, I had to bring my kids over. Couldn’t get a babysitter. I got a movie for them.
DYER NODS.
LATER DYER AND LADY ARE ALL WORKING ON PROJECT, WHEN DYER GOES OUTSIDE (FOR REASON TBA) AND SEES THEM WATCHING...THE SECRET OF NIMH. HE SMILES AT THE GAME....
DYER
Jane..get me whoever made this movie! I think I got us a solution!
CUT TO BLUTH MEETING WITH DYER FACE TO FACE.
BLUTH
A video game?
DYER
That’s right. It was originaly a multiplatformed one, but I feel t
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Bluth TV biopic 3: Quitting Disney and making Nimh
CUT TO COFFEE SHOP NEXT MORNING. GOLDMAN AND POMEROY ARE SITTING ACROSS FROM BLUTH AND HAVE SURPRISED LOOKS ON THEIR FACES.
POMEROY
You’re quitting your job at Disney?
BLUTH
That’s right John. I’m leaving to start my own animated movie company. And I want you and Gary to join me.
GOLDMAN
Bluth...nobody else makes animated movie except Disney! They’re....special!
BLUTH
They WERE special Gary. Not anymore. When I was a child, every kid in my class would be so psyched about Disney’s movies....Pinocchio, Dumbo....they spoke of those films all the time...and when Bambi came out...I saw all my classmates crying over Bambi’s mom’s death! The reason Disney is losing popularity is because they aren’t trying anymore! And it doesn’t appear like they’re going to get better! So I’m leaving to rediscover the magic Walt did years ago...I refuse to continue to make crap for Disney any longer. And if you guys want to, be my guests...but
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Bluth TV biopic 2:Meeting friends and making Banjo
BLUTH TAKES SOME PAPER AND A PENCIL AND PAUSES FOR A MOMENT STARING AT THE PAPER. HE SIGHS AND HAS A “WELL BLUTH, THIS IS IT” LOOK ON HIS FACE. THEN HE STARTS SKETCHING AND DOING HIS WORK FILLING IN THE ANIMATION. WE THEN HAVE A TIME SEQUENCE OF HIM WORKING ON DIFFERENT SCENES OF THE MOVIE. WE WILL SKIP OVER HIS COLLEGE YEARS AND THEATER LIFE AS THAT IS NOT ESSENTIAL, BUT WILL POSSIBLY MENTION IT LATER. WE NOW SEE DON WORKING ON THE SWORD IN THE STONE IN 1961, SIX YEARS LATER. THEN WE SEE HIM WORKING ROBIN HOOD IN 1973. DON IS WALKING DOWN HALL WHEN HE SEES FRANK OLLIE WORKING WITH A NEW IN BETWEENER. IT IT GARY GOLDMAN, DON’S FUTURE PARTNER.
BLUTH
Hey Ollie, who’s this?
OLLIE
Hey Don, this here is Gary Goldman. He’s our new in-betweener for Robin Hood.
GOLDMAN
Yeah, just started today. I hope that I’m good.
BLUTH
It’s really easy Gary. Trust me.
GOLDMAN SMILES AND RETURNS TO WORK. BLUTH WALKS OFF TOO. WE LATER CUT TO A LUNCH BREAK WITH GOLDMAN
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Bluth TV biopic 1: Beginning
A biopic miniseries that I plan to pitch to PBS this summer! This is the first draft and I'd love suggestions! Pray that this gets greenlit and we see Bluth's glory years on PBS!
THE DISNEY DEFECTOR
FIRST DRAFT
DECEMBER 25 2015
FRANK BENTLEY CORY
FADE IN:
A BARN IN EL PASO TEXAS YEAR 1937. CREDITS ARE PASSING ON AS CAMERA MOVES TOWARDS A LITTLE HOUSE. WE HEAR THE VOICE OF A WOMAN AS CAMERA IS MOVING CLOSER TO THE HOUSE. IT IS BLUTH’S MOTHER Emaline age 23
EMALINE
Virgil! Virgil!
IN ENTERS VIRGIL, BLUTH’S FATHER.
VIRGIL
(frantic as EMALINE is pregnant and due to give birth any time)
Yes dear?! What, what is it?!
EMALINE
Are Will and Jack back from the movie theater yet?
VIRGIL
Not yet dear. How come?
EMALINE
They promised they’d help me out today with my household duties with the baby coming.
VIRGIL
Oh honey, you leave those to me. I’m your helper. Not those two.
EMALINE
Dear, we already have seven children. They can help out around the house.
VIRGIL
I know dear.
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A "Revolting Rhymes" and "Rhyme Stew" rendition of "Rumplestiltskin" with Ratty from "Rhyme Stew's" version of "The Tortoise and the Hare". Wanted to pay a tribute to Roald Dahl, so I wrote this, and tried to emulate his writing style as best as I could. Please comment on what you think!

The town miller, away this please log,
was an egotistical attention hog.
He’d make up stories to impress his peers.
Phony secrets he’d whisper to their ears.
A dinosaur he recently saw.
alive as well was writer Roald Dahl.
At martial arts, he was the best.
He was a stunt double for Adam West.
But then one dreadful woeful day,
the king, was strolling past his way.
And for once, his tall tales would backfire,
as he approached the king as well as his squire.

“I have a secret you’d love to hear.
Please lean in close and lend an ear:
My daughter, not only is determined and bold,
but she can spin straw into gold!”

The king, as greedy as can be,
said, “Then at once bring your daughter over to me!”

For a cup of tea?” the miller inquired.
not yet realizing his lie had horribly backfired.

“Good Lord no!” the king laughed hearty.
“Nor am I inviting her to a party!
If your daughter can really do what you have told,
then I’m going to have a great supply of gold!”

The miller, as his horror grew
said, “she is knocked out with the flu.”

But at that moment, lo and behold,
out came the alleged creator of gold!

“Good gracious!” she cried upon seeing the king.
“What a lovely and beautiful royal ring!”

“And I million more I will soon obtain
from you who works with grinding up grain.”

Before the girl could reply, without sound malice
the king had her taken to the palace
to a room loaded with straw and hay,
and then he smugly had this to say:

“Alright sweetheart, now here’s the deal,
with which a handshake we shall seal:
succeed in your task and we will be wedded.
Fail to do so, and you’ll be beheaded.

“I do not agree to that!”
the girl cried and then she spat
right on his robes in sheer disgust.
The king then slapped her in her bust.

“That’s not an option for you my dear!
Here's the bargain, for you again to hear:
By morning, you either become my wife,
or you lose your precious life!"

The king then pushed her to the floor,
and then he departed and locked the door.

The miller’s daughter then said mourning,
“I’ll be decapitated by morning!”

But then all of a sudden, came a puff of smoke,
out of which appeared some pudgy little bloke.

He said, “Please pardon me, oh ma’am,
but answer this question if you can:
I heard your cry, and heard your moan
in this straw-filled room alone.
What makes you feel this simply dreadful way,
on this night, which was just minutes ago day?

The miller’s daughter explained her precarious situation
and why she was feeling the terrible frustration.

The little man then smiled and said,
“There is nothing left for you to dread!
There’s no longer a reason for you to mourn,
for if when the first child you bear is born,
you hand that child over to me,
I will spin the straw to gold for thee!”

And then the young girl saw,
a paper that the little man did draw.

“Just sign this contract.” said the little man.
“As clearly as you possibly can.”

This deal was one that made the girl pout.
But unable to think of another way out,
she reluctantly agreed to the deal,
and with her signature and handshake, the contract was sealed.

The little man then spun the straw
into gold, which the king he saw
the very next morning, and said quite pleased,
“I am glad that I, you have appeased!
WE will be wedded, you and I,
this very day, and that’s no lie!

The king and girl were then both wedded,
and she thought there was nothing more to be dreaded.
But then when she gave birth to their first child.
Her concerns of losing her was initially mild,
as the man initially did not come,
and she hoped that he was dumb
and had forgotten about the trade
that the two of them had made.

But lo and behold, three weeks later,
the little man burst into the room through a crater.

“Sorry, I’m late.” he apologized.
“And I also realize
that I broke that hole through your roof.”
And he made it magically disappear with a poof.

“But now my dear, I’m here to collect
the child you promised, and I will reject
anything else that you offer.
For in the way of collateral, I am a scoffer.

The miller’s daughter devastatedly pleaded,
so the little man reluctantly conceded.

“In three days, I’ll release my claim,
if by then you guess my name.”

So the desperate queen then went to call,
on Mister Rat at even fall.
This rat was once an engineer,
who was quite skilled, but alas I fear,
to inform you that he also had a magnificent skill
in scamming anybody to get paid a huge bill.
Recently, a tortoise and a hare,
whom neither of which desired playing fair,
had each hired the rat to help them cheat,
in a race to determine which of them could eat
in Mister Roach’s Cabbage patch,
which no other vegetable place could match.
So no convicted person had any grudge
with Mister Rat now being a judge.
Because the slimmest folks out there would know
that he would gladly let them go
if put on trial with him judging them,
and getting a life or death was slim,
provided that you heartily paid him!

“Hello dear rat.” the queen said kindly
“Now please listen to me clearly, not blindly.
I’ve come to you tonight to ask,
about a highly secret task.”

She then explained the details of her bargain,
with the little man, in a way that wasn't jargon.

The rat then frowned and asked the queen,
"I am quite happy and quite keen
to that you have a chance of keeping your kid,
but what makes you think from what I did
in the past and here in present,
that have a fig or a pheasant
of keeping her with my help?"

“Silence dear rat, and please do not yelp.
I understand that quite a while
back from now, you held a trial
for a little man who does match the description
of the little man who I’ve made the subscription
with on his contract to take my girl,
for making gold for the king, or as I now call him Earl.
The little man's name, do you suppose,
that to me you could disclose?”

The sleazy rat judge then smugly smiled
at the fully grown queen child.

“I’ll tell you his name this very night,
provided that the price is right.”

“I’ll pay you anything you desire!
Just please take this job for hire!”

“Even though I took an oath,
to honesty or fair judgement…or was it both?….
before I became a courtroom judge,
and because secretly all judges now and then smudge
their honesty from time to time,
as we all have a bit of slime.
I accept the job, I’ll tell you his name,
to ensure that you win the guessing game.

The deal was struck, arrangements made
and willingly, the queen she paid.

“Rumplestiltskin is the name of the fellow.
I hope you now feel a tad more mellow.”

“I certainly do!” said the queen. “That’s that!
Thank you ever so much my dear sweet rat!”


But if you remember Dahl’s retelling of the tortoise and the hare,
which involved the tortoise seeking rat for an unfair
advantage in the racing for the patch
of Mr. Roach’s which nowhere could match,
the rat then turned on the abhorrent reptile
and informed the hare of his plot quite vile.
And Mr. Rat intended the same
treatment for the pretty young queen dame.
When the sleazy rat was all alone,
he again tiptoed to the telephone,
and asked to speak to Rumplestiltskin
was was baking bread and brewing gin
with a magically waterproof fire,
and from the local telephone wire
the call was transferred over to him,
and he answered, “Hello sonny Jim?”

Rat answered, “Would you pay an awful lot,
to hear about an evil plot?
Would you for instance give your shirt,
to know who’s going to do you dirt?”

“I’ll read your mind if you won’t tell me free!”
Rumplestiltskin snapped, but Rat could see
that the little bloke was clearly bluffing,
and had the power to read absolutely nothing
that the dirty rat did think
and said, “Nice try, but I’m no dink!
Your doctrines, say you’ve no mind reading powers,
which were personally checked for several hours!
Now will you pay to hear the great truth,
that I happen to know, despite not being a sleuth?”

Rumplestiltskin sighed, “Oh very well.
I pray that to me, the information you sell.”

And so for a fifth time, old Ratty made,
a very advantageous trade.
And after he had got his fee,
he told of the queen’s…”villainy…?”

And Rumple cried, as flamed as a grill,
“That information you received was confidential!
As a judge, you can’t disclose
that information which is very personal with those
who desire to abuse it!”
And Rumple looked like he was about to lose it,
but then he smiled all of sudden,
which anyone could see red blood in.

“That’s cheating!” Rumple cried emancipation.
“And it’s grounds for disqualification!
The queen’s daughter is soon to be mine!
And to celebrate, I think I’ll dine
at Red Robin, and dress real fine,
and order me a juicy swine!”

Remembering the similar reaction from hare,
the first time he had ratted (pun intended) on someone not playing fair,
the rat again said, with glee and joy,
“I hate to tell you this old boy,
you said that the queen just had to guess,
the answer to your name no less
than with absolute perfection,
and not be a sore loser with dejection.”

“Then I’m screwed!” Rumple proceeded to mourn
“I won’t be getting the queen’s firstborn!”

The rat again said, slimier than ever,
“Are you forgetting rats are clever?
The queen won’t win the guessing game,
if you go and change your name
before it’s time for her to guess
the name which, my dear boy, you possess.
Now the process of legal name changing is quite long,
It takes lawyers, paperwork and a courtroom throng.
But if you pay an extra fee,
then I will personally guarantee
the legal process is finished before it’s time
for you to visit that royal prime
queen to have her guess your name,
and she’ll be the one who experiences the shame,
and the one who has the joy crushed flat!
I’d guarantee it.” said the rat.

“How much?” Rumple asked this relative of mice.
And Ratty told him of the price.

“That sum’s definitely far from mild,
but I simply must obtain that child!”

So Rumple then paid a second bill,
and the dirty rat got richer still.
Then the slimey Rumplestiltskin was promptly bestowed a fast pass
and all the steps of name changing process were done en masse,
and finished in just a couple of hours,
with the queen being certain to feel rather sour!

The very next day, Rumple came to the palace,
and silently smirked at the look of malice,
the queen had on her face, with the belief that she’d guess
his name correctly and receive the answer, “yes.”

“Is your name Pat?”

“I think you already asked me that.”

“Is it Lou?”

“I think you already asked me that too.”

“Well, now we’ve come to the end of this guessing game.
Because RUMPLESTILTSKIN is you name!”

“WRONG!” Rumplestiltskin then replied.
“For I’ve got Ratty on my side!
He told me about how you cheated in our game,
and so I legally changed my name,
to that of Chandler Amelius Starr,
and so my queen, you now are,
the loser of this game we’ve played!
And now it’s time that I got paid
with your very own firstborn!”
But surprisingly, the queen did not mourn,
or even groan, or moan or sigh.
Instead she had a look rather sly.
“If that’s the case.” she said lifting her moid.
“Then our contract is null and void!”

“WHAT?!” Rumple cried with all his glee
turning into absolute burning fury.

The queen then said, “My dear poor Rump.
You are even more stupid than Donald Trump.
Rumplestiltskin was whom I was contracted to.
But now dear fellow, since now you
have gone and changed your original name,
regardless that I have lost the game,
the value of contract signed in the first place
has now disappeared without a trace!
Since your name is now Chandler, though it’s a name that is regal,
the contract between us is no longer legal!”

Rumple then scowled out with appall,
“I would have won if this story was written by Roald Dahl!”

But I’m not Roald Dahl, my dear Rumple fellow.
I’m not as sadistically cruel, I’m mellow!
I wouldn’t let you take that baby away,
regardless that it was your agreed upon pay!

Rumple then stormed off in total defeat,
angry that his bargain was not complete.


The queen then cheered and kissed her girl,
that was more valuable to her than a pearl.

But as Rumple’s luck was rapidly descending,
he ended up getting a bittersweet ending.

For as Ratty was counting all his pay,
and thinking he’d had a profitable day.
The bank then called and announced
that the check he'd received from Rumple had bounced.
Ratty first thought, “Well, that’s rather strange.”
But then remembered of Rumple’s name change!

So Rumple got all of the money returned
for the secret for which he had learned,
and the name changing process put in high speed,
and felt that this was respectable deed,
despite not getting the prize he desired.
But was glad his plan did not completely backfire.

"Well", Rat thought. "That sure wasn't funny.
But at least I still have the queen's lovely money!"

But at that moment, who should enter?
The queen herself, she marched to the center
of the office of the slezy rat judge
to settle with him a nasty grudge.

"You'll be refunding my entire bill,
since you apparently had the will
to screw over a mother in danger of losing her young
to obtain extra money for your expenses and fun!

The queen then took back every last cent,
counted it all, but before she went,
she gave this dirty relative of mice,
this final piece of crucial advice:

"Please remember if you can,
despite Roald Dahl’s claim that a business man
is not one to be tangled with
because they are as sharp as a scythe,
there is one sharper than even he,
that will bring anyone down to their knee!
A fairy tale queen is always the winner
who ends up running off with the dinner!
while you jerks always get justice served
that happens to be absolutely deserved.
Unlike a Tortoise or a Hare,
whose injuries from the spikes they still bare,
we queens aren't diddled in the end
by people like our Ratty friend!
The very first story that I wrote is going to be revised in a little while to be more profession "The merfolk Tf of the baxter family" and being renamed "An undersea journey". And then I plan to write a fictionalized accoint where Mary Ford, a lady who Diseny rejected as an animator due to her gender gets revenge by turning Walt into a woman...and he learns a lesson!

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What's up ahead for me is I'm writing a free commission about a wife, her exe husband and twin girls who get turned itno Barbie dolls and a very loose retelling of the 1932 disney short "Babes in the Woods" to be titled "Officer babes in the Woods".

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lonesome-wolf-child Featured By Owner 4 days ago  Hobbyist Artisan Crafter
Thanks for the fav(s)! :glomp: :hug:
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WhollyJeff Featured By Owner Oct 27, 2017  Hobbyist Traditional Artist
Thanks very much for including my puffin in your favorites! I'm happy you like it.
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Thanks for the fav. :D
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Thanks for favoring. :)
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Thank you for the faves:D :D Do you like Babar?
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Hedging Featured By Owner Sep 10, 2017
I certainly do! I was even planning to write a fanfic about him meeting Fred Phelps...but I realized that some ideas just look good on paper.
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IK16 Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017
Do you like short stories?
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Hedging Featured By Owner Aug 22, 2017
Yes. How come?
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