Blue jays dropped a chain of flowers onto Naminé's head, causing the people in the room (save for Naminé) to give oos. "You look darling," Snow White cooed.
"Just precious, look at her," Aurora agreed.
"So, you had any cravings since you've been pregnant?" Rapunzel questioned.
"No, not at all," Naminé answered (but she contradicted herself as she stuffed her face with party cake). She sniffed the air. "Do you smell ham?"
"It's present time!" Snow White sang, brandishing her hands. She growled when all the birds flew over and landed on her arms (and the bunnies).
"Oh, Fiona," Cinderella begged as she brushed a bird away, "now won't you please open mine first. It's the one in front."
Naminé read the card, "'Congratulations on your new mess mak…' Oh, mess maker! 'Hopefully this helps. Love, Cinderella.'"
Everyone gasped as she opened it, and Anastasia exclaimed, "Oh, would you look at that!"
"What is it?" Cinderella asked.
Naminé cringed as she held up a pooper scooper and a little bag.
"It's for the poopies," Cinderella whispered.
"Ew!" Aurora squealed. "Wait… babies poop?"
"Everyone poops, Rora," Rapunzel told her, exasperated.
"Fiona!" the little pigs cried. "We all chipped in for a little present, too!" The pigs and Zeke leapt away to reveal Pinocchio. He dramatically turned around to reveal he was wearing baby carrier with Demyx inside. "Ta-da!" the two exclaimed.
"You know the baby's gonna love it, cause I do!" Demyx explained.
"Oh, you guys, that's so sweet. Thank you," Naminé sweetly said. She then noticed the big box next to her. "Who's this one from?"
"I got you the biggest one," Snow White replied snootily, "because I love you the most."
"'Have one on me. Love, Snow White.'" Fiona lifted the lid and the whole box fell apart to reveal Grumpy the dwarf wearing a bonnet. "Um, what is it?"
Snow White laughed, "He's a live-in babysitter."
"Where's the baby?" Grumpy demanded.
"You're too kind, Snow, but I can't accept this," Naminé uneasily chuckled.
"Oh, think nothing of it. I've got six more at home."
"What does he do?"
"The cleaning," Cinderella answered.
"The feeding," Snow White answered.
"The burping," Grumpy answered.
"So, what are Sora and I supposed to do?" Naminé questioned.
"Well, now you'll have plenty of time to work on your marriage," Rapunzel easily answered as she sipped her tea.
"Gee, thanks Rapunzel," Naminé sarcastically replied. "What's that supposed to mean?"
Aurora snored as Rapunzel defended, "Oh, come on now, Naminé. You know what happens." Cinderella slapped Aurora to wake her up, who jolted upright and informed, "You're tired all the time."
"You'll start letting yourself go," Snow White backed up.
"Stretch marks," Demyx pitched in.
"Say goodbye to romance," Rapunzel bemoaned. Xion nodded in agreement.
"I'm sorry, but, uh, how many of you have kids?" Naminé reminded them.
Anastasia plopped herself down between Cinderella and Aurora with a, "She's right! A baby is only gonna strengthen the love that Sora and Naminé have. How did Sora react when you told him? Tell me!"
"Well," Naminé began, "when he first found out, Sora said-"
A roar from Xion interrupted them. Over the forest by the castle, the villains were flying on broomsticks, Riku with them. "Onward, my new friends! To our happily ever afters!" he pep-talked. He laughed maniacally until a bug flew into his mouth and he started choking. He managed to get it out and cried to the others, "Now… bombs away!"
The talking tress were chopped, and they each pulled on a twig in mid-air, causing their leaves to bloom and act as parachutes. The villains angled their broomsticks and dive-bombed for the kingdom. They attacked poor civilians left, right, and center.
Hook, who was on the horse of the Headless Horseman, snarled, "Well, well, well. If it isn't Peter Pan."
"His name's not Peter," a dirty blonde girl whimpered, holding her little brother close.
"Shut it, Wendy," Hook snapped. Wendy screamed, just as the rest of the civilians did as they were rampaged by the villains.
"Enough pillaging! To the castle!" Riku snapped, and he and his witch flew over there immediately, everyone following.
The princesses, and the ugly stepsister raced over to the window, where they watched as Xion bit at the witches until they covered her with a net with cannonballs attached.
They heard a ramming, and the girls looked over to see their friends (well, Naminé's friends) blocking the door with furniture.
"You go! Take care of the baby!" Demyx ordered.
"Everybody stay calm!" Snow White ordered, but cracked, shrieking, "We're all gonna die!" Anastasia slapped her upside the head. Naminé raced over to the wall, and pushed aside the statue of the horse, commanding, "Everyone in. Now!"
"Come on! Put some back into it!" Riku demanded as his lackeys rammed the door.
"We don't have time! Now go!" Naminé enforced, glaring at her friends and mother.
"Quickly, ladies!" Yuffie ordered, running inside the secret tunnel. Everyone went inside, and Naminé looked at her friends who were blocking the door.
"We'll hold them off as long as we can!" Demyx reassured her. Naminé managed to close it right as the Prince's minions managed to open the door. Riku, Hook, and the Cyclops strutted in, looking around before the silver haired prince noticed Pinocchio, Demyx, Zeke, and the Three Little Pigs sitting around and having tea.
"Where are Sora and Naminé?" Riku demanded evilly.
"The name doesn't ring a bell," Demyx countered.
"Ya, no bell," Fifer Pig enforced. They all went back to sipping their tea.
"I suggest you freaks cooperate with the new King of Far Far Away!" Riku snarled.
"The only thing you're ever gonna be king of is King of the Stupids!" Demyx replied.
"Hook!" Riku snapped his fingers.
"Right!" Hook stalked forward. "Avast, ye cookie." Demyx cowered in fear as the hook came closer and closer. "Start talking."
Demyx's life flashed before his eyes.
A tray of cookies were pulled out of the oven.
White balls of frosting as the eyes were the final touches.
"Gingy!" the baker cried as his creation was born.
He was the only cookie paying attention in class.
Driving his first cookie car.
Watching a sappy love story with his girlfriend.
His wedding day.
Locked in jail for being a talking cookie.
Lord Xemnas playing with his legs.
Running on the treadmill to make his legs strong after having new ones made.
Jumping in a field of flowers.
In the real world, everyone stared at him like he was crazy as he sang, "On the good ship Lollipop, it's a sweet trip to the candy shop."
"You!" Riku realized, turning Pinocchio's head around to face him. "You can't lie. So, tell me, puppet… where is Sora?"
"Uh, well," Pinocchio quietly replied as he turned around, searching for the words to say. "Well, uh… I don't know where he's not."
"You're telling me you don't know where Sora is," Riku demanded disbelievingly.
"It wouldn't be inaccurate to assume that I couldn't exactly not say that is or isn't almost partially incorrect."
"So you do know where he is!"
"On the contrary, I'm possibly more or less not definitely rejecting the idea that in no way, with any amount of uncertainty that I undeniably—"
"Stop it!" Riku shouted.
"do or do not know where he shouldn't probably be. If that indeed wasn't where he isn't. Even if he wasn't not where I knew he was, it could mean—"
Fifer, having had enough of it, exclaimed, "Enough! Sora went off to bring back the next heir!" Fifer, having realized what he'd just done, covered his mouth with his hands. Uh, hooves.
Pinocchio chuckled while the rest of their crew shivered in fear as Riku took his hand down from his face and stared at them. "He's bring back the next heir?"
"No!" Pinocchio cried in an attempt to save the mistake, but his nose grew.
"Hook! Get rid of this new 'King'."
"But bring Sora to me. I have something special in mind for him."
"He'll never fall for your tricks!" Pinocchio spat, but his nose grew again.
Zeke placed his face in one paw and muttered, "Oh, boy."
I haven't been able to do anything with this for a really long time... My life has been hectic. So I hope you've enjoyed this chapter, and I will see you all sometime soon, hopefully!
I own absolutely nothing in this story.