I promised to write some fluffy stuff after finishing The Paranormal. I racked my brain to come up with something and this is what came out. So like I said, these are a series of one shots based off of true stories I've either personally experienced or heard from people I know. The Tangled characters will be experiencing these events in their time period (of course I will throw twists in to make it more fluffy, adventurous, etc). Also, characters from my other stories will be present such as Levi, Prince Nathaniel, Lily, Roseanne, and Amelia. Hopefully this should be interesting because I know lots of good stories. These are not in any particular order.

This one is based off of a little "prank fight" my sister and I had with my dad.


"Say WHAT?" Levi jumped out of his seat, eyes bulging at the messenger boy.

The boy gulped. "The princess's maid is severely sick," he stammered, "I was sent to fetch you-"

But Levi was past the messenger before he finished, rushing towards the servants' quarters. Amelia was sick? How sick? He wouldn't be sent for if it wasn't serious. She sent for him... she cared. Was this a sign to show that she cared about him too? That she would want to see him while in pain? Pain... she was in pain. Sick. She was sick! What was going to happen to her? Levi didn't know what to think, he was in too much of a panic.

He could not get to the servants' quarters fast enough. He ran up to one of the nearest servants. "Where's Amelia?" he asked through his puffing.

"The princess's maid?" the old servant man asked.

"Yes her! Where is she?"

The old man shrugged. "I don't know, check the princess's room. She usually helping the princess at this time of day, but what do I know? I've got my own duties to take care of."

Levi frowned at the servant. "She can't be in the princess's room. I just got a message that she was sick."

The servant frowned back. "Well then I don't know where she is," he grumped.

"Where's her room?"

"Inside, eighth door on the left," the old man replied, "Now move, soldier. I've got fifty baskets of dirty clothes to wash before tomorrow."

The servant pushed past Levi and headed towards the castle. Levi rushed inside. He counted the doors down the left side and knocked on the eighth one. "Who is it?" a voice called from inside.

Levi cleared his throat. "It's... Levi," he said, "Are you alright?"

"Who?" the voice asked.

"Levi. You know, the prince and princess's head guard."

"Why are you here?"

Levi frowned at the door. "I heard you were sick."

"Sick? Even if I were sick, why would you care? I don't even know who you are."

Ouch. That hurt. "But... you sent for me."

"I did no such thing. I'm not sick and I'd appreciate it if you would leave my room."

"But-" Levi began. The door opened and a short, older woman with enormous blue eyes glowered up at him.

"You're not Amelia," Levi stated without thinking.

"No. I'm her mother," the woman growled, "Now if you don't get out of here, I will personally see to your beating. And if you even think of coming near my daughter, you'll get much more than a beating, boy."

She slammed the door. Levi stood there, dumbfounded. Never in his entire life had he felt more shocked and humiliated in his life. What a way to impress the mother of the girl you're falling for! Ugh! Now he had just been warned... no, threatened to stay away from Amelia. How could life get any worse?

Who had sent that messenger boy? Amelia was obviously not sick. There must have been some misunderstanding that led the boy to believe Amelia was sick. He raced back to his post to where he had left the messenger. He didn't really expect him to be there still, but to his surprise, the boy still stood there.

Levi grabbed the boy's shoulders. "Who sent you with that message?" he demanded.

The boy looked petrified. "The... prince consort, sir!"

Levi released the messenger. Of course. Only one person in the world would ever try to torment him like that. Ooh he was going to pay for this!


"Eugene, scoot over."

Eugene grumbled sleepily as his wife pushed against his side, waking him from his peaceful slumber. He opened his eyes and looked up at Rapunzel. She raised her eyebrows at him. "Well? Are you going to move or do I have to make you?" she asked.

"Make me?" Eugene wondered, smiling a little, "I'd like to see that."

"Eugene! Let me in bed. I'm tired too you know," Rapunzel shoved against his side again.

Eugene just flopped onto his stomach, and sprawled out more in the middle of the bed. "Alright, Fitzherbert. You asked for it," he heard Rapunzel say.

What was the worst she could do, really? There was no water in the room, her tiny fists could hardly do anything to him, Pascal was not in the room- then something extremely cold slid down the back of his night shirt. With a yelp, Eugene jumped to his feet and flailed around until the piece of ice fell out the bottom of his shirt.

"That was mean," Eugene grumbled as Rapunzel climbed into the bed with a smug grin.

"I know," she replied enfolding herself in the sheets, "But your little dance was cute."

"Where did the ice come from?"

"It was left over from the iced tea I had earlier."

Eugene sulked at her, but she just smiled mischievously. He walked back over to the bed and got under the covers. "You do realize that I need a consolation prize for that."

"Really?" Rapunzel turned towards him, "What did you have in mind?"

"A pity peck?" Eugene grinned at her and raised his eyebrows hopefully.

Rapunzel smiled and leaned towards him, just brushing her lips against his. "That's it?" Eugene whined with a small pout.

Rapunzel shook her head as if saying 'oh Eugene you're hopeless'. She leaned forward again and quickly, but firmly pressed her lips to his. "There. Happy now?" she asked after she pulled back.

Eugene sighed dramatically. "I guess so. Goodnight, princess."

He knew she hated being called that, but she paid him no mind this time. Instead, she nestled her head under his chin, "Goodnight."

They both drifted into an easy sleep. It was probably one of the best sleeps Eugene ever had until sometime in the middle of the night.


Eugene groaned. Did someone just say his name?

"Eugene!" the whisper came again, followed by a sharp prod in his back.

He opened his eyes and looked around, blearily. Rapunzel had herself propped up on one elbow and was poking him in the back. "Huh?" he moaned, still half asleep.

"What's that noise?" Rapunzel asked in a low voice.

Who cares? It's probably just the wind or something- Then he heard it. It sounded like a little bell ringing. What the heck? It seemed to be coming from inside the room. "I don't know," Eugene groaned, wanting nothing more than to go back to his wonderful sleep.

"It's really loud. I can't sleep," Rapunzel said.

"If it's bothering you so much, why don't you go find it?" Eugene was close to falling back to sleep.

"But, Eugene..." He didn't hear what she said since he was soon back in dreamland. He wasn't sure how long he was out, but it was wonderful while it lasted.

A violent shove brought him out of it again. "Eugene!" Rapunzel said loudly.


"It's behind the wardrobe," Rapunzel informed him, "I can't move it."

"Then just leave it."

"No. It's keeping me awake. Please can you come help?"

Eugene rubbed his eyes and finally looked at his wife. She was holding a candle over him, her eyes were big and round and her bottom lip stuck out ever so slightly. Curses! She knew he couldn't resist that look, no matter how sleepy he was.

"OK," he said as he literally rolled out the bed.

He staggered over to the wardrobe. It was enormous. He probably could have moved it without a whole lot of difficulty if he were more awake. He pushed as hard as he could and it began to slowly scoot along the floor. Finally it was far enough away from the wall that they could see behind it. Eugene was exhausted. The wardrobe was heavier than he had thought. Rapunzel held the candle over the crack and they both peered into it. What on earth?

It was a metronome. If that weren't strange enough, there was a small bell attached to the end so that every time the pendulum swung back and forth, the bell rang. "What is that?" Rapunzel asked.

Eugene reached down behind the wardrobe and pulled the device out. There was a string attached to the pendulum that trailed out from behind the wardrobe and ended at their feet. "It's a metronome," Eugene said, "And someone set it off by pulling on this string."

That meant someone was in their room at some point. Yikes. "Rapunzel, lock the door before you go to bed from now on."

Rapunzel nodded. "Well now I'm wide awake," Eugene grumbled, sitting on the bed, "So much for getting a good night's sleep before the trade meeting tomorrow."

Rapunzel sat next to him. "You'll be fine," she said, putting a hand on his shoulder and kissing his cheek, "You sleep through them anyways."

"You do too!" Eugene pointed out defensively.

Rapunzel smirked. "Yes, but I don't snore."

"Neither do I."

"Yes you do. It's cute. Like a little puppy snore."

"Rapunzel, snores are not cute!"

Rapunzel just giggled and looked at the metronome in her husband's hands. "Look, there's something attached to it," she said, pointing to the device that had destroyed their beautiful sleep.

Eugene looked and saw a piece of paper stuck on the back of it. He pulled it off, unfolded it and read it. "Revenge is sweet. Have a nice sleep."

Levi. Eugene crumpled the paper into a ball and frowned. The war was on.


I don't know if metronomes existed back then, but I had to come up with something to replace an alarm clock.

Not much happened after the first couple pranks. Just small stuff like putting napkins in each other's sandwiches and such. I just covered the two best ones that started the war.

Tell me what you think. Reviews are VERY welcome :)