A/N Remember season 5 episode 13 of The Office? It's the one where Michael holds a roast in his honor then gets mad and roasts everyone. Boom, roasted!
Well, he didn't stop there. Only this time, Michael's roasting the Disney Princesses.
This takes place a few days after the original roast. Pam is still in accounting, Toby is in HR, Ryan is at corporate, and Michael is still the boss.
Enjoy!
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"Um, Kevin? What is this?" Pam asked. The office was full of beautiful young women in dresses. The group had shown up minutes ago without warning. Now, they were cheerfully mingling with Scranton's Dunder Mifflin employees and blissfully ignoring everyone's confusion about their arrival.
Kevin smirked. "I found a phone number to call if I wanted some pretty girls to show up, and I wanted some pretty girls, so I called it."
"But these are the Disney Princesses," Jim said.
"False." Dwight stated. "They are normal girls who are merely disguised as Disney Princesses."
Jim gave the camera the "look" then turned to Dwight. "Then why don't you ask one about herself?"
"Fine." Dwight approached a redhead who happened to be standing by Stanley's desk. "What is your name?"
"Ariel," the girl replied, giggling. "You must be Dwight."
"Who I am isn't important. What matters right now is the fact that you are lying. The real Ariel is a mermaid!"
"My dad turned me into a human so I could live on the surface with Prince Eric."
"A likely story!" Dwight scoffed.
"She's right," Stanley said, never looking up from his crossword. "Now get away from my desk so I can work!"
"Fine. What about you?" Dwight asked a Middle Eastern woman dressed in blue.
"I'm Jasmine," she said.
"Aren't you supposed to be from Agrabah?"
"Yes. Aladdin and I flew over here on a flying carpet."
Dwight grinned triumphantly. "Which means you didn't go through the proper channels. That would make you an illegal immigrant."
Jasmine was unfazed. "Actually, your president has welcomed us here. We're foreign ambassadors. Your country seems very interested in buying some of our oil. Aladdin is negotiating a price."
"Dwight, why don't you just sit down and give it a rest," Phyllis suggested.
"Is this. . . normal?" Snow White, who happened to be standing by the reception desk, asked Pam.
"No," Pam laughed. "Typically, he's mad at Jim. Sometimes we'll play pranks on him."
Belle smiled. "What else do you do for fun around here?"
"Well, the other day we roasted our boss Michael," Oscar said.
"Yeah, that was fun!" Pam exclaimed.
"A roast? How does it work?" Minnie Mouse asked.
"We had a chance to say anything we wanted about him without consequences," Oscar explained.
Kevin giggled. "Pam said his thing was small!"
Pam blushed. "Kevin!"
"His. . . thing. . . is small?" Cinderella asked as Michael walked into the room.
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