𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐲𝐨𝐮 | 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐧

[FOURTEEN]

"Easy, girls. Please, do not panic!" Naveen urged, but you and Tia were not listening. You stumbled around, looking down at your new body. It's not everyday you turn into a frog.

"What did you do to us?" You asked him. You made eye contact, but the prince looked genuinely confused.

"We're green a-and slimy!" Tiana shouted. She pulled a hand away from her heard and thick strings of goo arose. Anxiously, she moved from the vanity to the pink stool next to it.

"No! No, no, no, that is not slime." He said, calm. He grabbed your arm and ran his finger from your wrist to your elbow, collecting some of it.

"What?" You said. You stretched out your hand, and as your fingers separated, the syrupy substance strung them together.

"You are secreting mucus." He was quite smooth about it, as if he was saying 'no big deal,' but it was. It was a big deal.

You snatched your arm back, seething from his "jokes". "You- you-" you went for his neck, with such force it knocked you both off the vanity. You fell onto the stool where Tia sat, and she stuck to the both of you as you were launched upward, hitting your heads on the bookshelf before landing on the rocking horse. The bump from your impact knocked a single book off, where it made contact with the back of the toy and sent the three of you flying in the air, through the balcony doors, and directly onto the drum set, which was currently being used.

A low thump was heard as Naveen, Tiana, and you hit the tom. Naveen grabbed your hand as you all jumped from drum to drum, and the drummer tried to follow, a high-energy solo ringing out. The band misunderstood it as a transition to a different song, and a fast-paced number quickly took effect, livening up the crowd. As the three of you tried to balance on a cymbal, the musician hit it hard. You flew, again, and plummeted directly into the back of Lottie's dress.

She moved quite strangely, grabbing at her back. "Naveen" cringed as he watched her, two glasses in hand. Lottie fell on her back and her skirts raised, exposing the the frogs on her hoopskirt. The frightened girl let out a blood-curdling scream.

"Hey, Stella!" Mr. La Bouff called out. The dog raised its head, cheeks filled to the brim with ruined pastries. "Get them frogs!" Charlotte's father said angrily.

"Run!" Naveen said, still hand-in-hand with you. You used your other hand to reach for Tia and and the three of you jumped, making a perfect arc over Fake Naveen, who dropped the glasses he was holding.

"I can't run. I'm a frog!" You said sassily as you landed on a table.

"Then hop!" Naveen pulled you along as you raced to the end of the table. Stella was right behind you, but the tablecloth pooled at her feet, turning into a makeshift treadmill. This made it harder for the three of you to escape, and you inched backwards no matter how fast you ran.

"Down, boy!" Naveen yelled, "down, monster dog!" The tablecloth ran out, and you blindly made progress to the end of the table, trapped in the head of a giraffe costume. As you slid to the edge of the table, the head came loose, but your legs got tangled in a bunch of balloons. Tiana and Naveen tried to untangle themselves, but you realized it wouldn't work; Stella was closing in. You quickly untied the balloons from their weight and lifted off into the sky.

"Going up!" The prince joked.

The mutt was still powering towards your trio until Tiana frantically said, "Stella, it's me. Tiana!"

As the brown dog lunged in the air, a look of shock came across her face. "Tiana?!" She guffawed. The pause midair led to Stella landing on the table that held a gaudy cake and launching said cake into the Fenner brothers.