The sun rose up into the sky like a glimmering raggio, ray of hope. Many princesses react to a beautiful morning da skipping through the woods, picking fiori and berries, while Canto a Amore song. Princess pisello was not one of those princesses.
"DAMN IT!" she screamed. "Morning already and I'm still in these stupid woods! I must be in freaking China da now." Finally, she saw a narrow path that ended outside the woods. She ran through it and saw a huge, grassy field. There were several white tents. It looked to be some sort of training camp.
Princess pisello walked over to one of the tents, it was tied to a albero and separated from the big group.
"Hello? Can I come in? I've been walking all night and I need some sleep...LIKE IMMEDIATELY, if that's okay with you."
"W-Who's there?" replied a voice from inside the tent. "Just let, me, um, get dressed..." The voice sounded nervous but pisello was too tired to make fun of it. A young Chinese man stepped out of the tent. "Hi..."
"No time for chit-chat. Can I take a nap in your tent?"
"Oh, uh, well, I guess," he answered. "But who are te exactly?"
"I am Princess Peanalita, I'm famous as the bitchy princess who is so spoiled that even if I'm sleeping on a thousand mattresses, I'll feel something uncomfortable under them and complain the successivo day."
"Oh, I see..." replied the boy. "I'm Ping. Well, I'd better head out. te see, I'm training to defend my country from some invaders called the Huns."
"Yeah...I don't care." pisello rudely pushed Ping aside and lay down in the tent. "Finally, somewhere to sleep...even if it some peasant tent."
"Who te callin' a peasant?" detto a voice, that sounded suspiciously similar to a talking donkey pisello had met once.
"Who's there?"
"The name's Mushu and I am Mul-I mean, Ping's guardian dragon," detto a tiny red lizard-like creature that hopped out from under the pillow. "If te just gonna be rude, te might as well pack up and leave."
"Sorry, I don't talk to lizards," pisello rolled her eyes.
"Dragon, not lizard. I don't do that tongue thing. Now where's Ping?"
"He just left..."
"Woopsie Daisy, I musta overslept." Mushu ran out of the tent following Ping. Princess pisello shut her eyes and dozed off. About eight hours later, she was woken up da Ping.
"Excuse me, I sort of need my tent back because we're leaving in the morning and I've been training all day."
"Ugh! Fine! te are the rudest so-called "soldier" I've ever met!" pisello stormed out angrily. "And da the way, te have a girly voice. Stop trying to sound all macho!"
pisello was angered da Ping's "lack of manners" and couldn't believe how abruptly he'd kicked her out. She had only gotten an eight ora nap! Suddenly, she realized her tiara was missing. She scurried back to the tent and walked in without asking. Ping was under the sheets, looking up horrified at her.
"Y-Y-You're a...a...girl!" cried Pea.
"I can explain," replied the woman worriedly.
(End Of Part 2)
"DAMN IT!" she screamed. "Morning already and I'm still in these stupid woods! I must be in freaking China da now." Finally, she saw a narrow path that ended outside the woods. She ran through it and saw a huge, grassy field. There were several white tents. It looked to be some sort of training camp.
Princess pisello walked over to one of the tents, it was tied to a albero and separated from the big group.
"Hello? Can I come in? I've been walking all night and I need some sleep...LIKE IMMEDIATELY, if that's okay with you."
"W-Who's there?" replied a voice from inside the tent. "Just let, me, um, get dressed..." The voice sounded nervous but pisello was too tired to make fun of it. A young Chinese man stepped out of the tent. "Hi..."
"No time for chit-chat. Can I take a nap in your tent?"
"Oh, uh, well, I guess," he answered. "But who are te exactly?"
"I am Princess Peanalita, I'm famous as the bitchy princess who is so spoiled that even if I'm sleeping on a thousand mattresses, I'll feel something uncomfortable under them and complain the successivo day."
"Oh, I see..." replied the boy. "I'm Ping. Well, I'd better head out. te see, I'm training to defend my country from some invaders called the Huns."
"Yeah...I don't care." pisello rudely pushed Ping aside and lay down in the tent. "Finally, somewhere to sleep...even if it some peasant tent."
"Who te callin' a peasant?" detto a voice, that sounded suspiciously similar to a talking donkey pisello had met once.
"Who's there?"
"The name's Mushu and I am Mul-I mean, Ping's guardian dragon," detto a tiny red lizard-like creature that hopped out from under the pillow. "If te just gonna be rude, te might as well pack up and leave."
"Sorry, I don't talk to lizards," pisello rolled her eyes.
"Dragon, not lizard. I don't do that tongue thing. Now where's Ping?"
"He just left..."
"Woopsie Daisy, I musta overslept." Mushu ran out of the tent following Ping. Princess pisello shut her eyes and dozed off. About eight hours later, she was woken up da Ping.
"Excuse me, I sort of need my tent back because we're leaving in the morning and I've been training all day."
"Ugh! Fine! te are the rudest so-called "soldier" I've ever met!" pisello stormed out angrily. "And da the way, te have a girly voice. Stop trying to sound all macho!"
pisello was angered da Ping's "lack of manners" and couldn't believe how abruptly he'd kicked her out. She had only gotten an eight ora nap! Suddenly, she realized her tiara was missing. She scurried back to the tent and walked in without asking. Ping was under the sheets, looking up horrified at her.
"Y-Y-You're a...a...girl!" cried Pea.
"I can explain," replied the woman worriedly.
(End Of Part 2)
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9. Ariel peasant outfit
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7. Tiana transformation dress
8. Rapunzel purple dress
6. Tiana blue dress
5. Belle green dress
4. Belle yellow ballgown
3. Rapunzel rosa dress
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9. Ariel peasant outfit
8. Aurora blue ballgown
7. Tiana transformation dress
8. Rapunzel purple dress
6. Tiana blue dress
5. Belle green dress
4. Belle yellow ballgown
3. Rapunzel rosa dress
2. Belle rosa dress
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