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Tangled: Part I

Shota Aizawa slowly felt consciousness return to him. He opened his eyes and found himself strapped to a chair with some sort of green rope, or that's what he thought. He then noticed that this rope was rather soft and seemed to be just one long strand. He looked around and noticed that he was in the center of a large circular room and that the strand of rope continued throughout the room.
'Wait a minute,' he thought. 'Is this HAIR?'
“I know who you are and I am not afraid of you,” a serious female voice said.
“What?” he muttered. She then stepped forward into the light. He saw that she was 5'5”, had dark green eyes, tan skin, and long sea-foam green hair, which is probably what he was trapped in. She was wearing a lilac with a pink lace dress and was holding a frying pan.
“Who are you and how did you find me?” she said seriously. Aizawa, who was still confused and dazed by everything, did not respond. “I SAID, who are you and how did you find me?” She held the frying pan rather close to his face. He then realized something.
“Wait...” Aizawa started. “Joke, what are you doing? And why are you using a frying pan like it's a weapon?” Joke then let out a loud groan and dropped her arms to her sides.
“Eraser! You just ruined the whole scene!” Joke complained.
“Not my fault,” Aizawa responded. “Now could you please let me go.”
“If you play along I will let you out of your “hairy” situation,” Joke said before laughing at her own joke. Aizawa simply rolled his eyes.
“Joke, please, that wasn't that funny,” Aizawa stated.
“Yes, it was,” Joke responded. “But since you do not seem to appreciate my humor... I'll just have to cut them out of my life.” Aizawa groaned.
“Why can't you just go straight to the point?” Aizawa said.
“Oh, but where's the fun in that?” Joke responded.
“Do you honestly want a response for that?” Aizawa questioned. “Now, what do you want?”
“Oh right,” Joke said. She cleared her throat and shifted into a more serious tone. “So Eraser...what do you want with my hair?” She started walking around him. “To cut? Sell it?”
“Joke what are you doing?” Aizawa said. “And why would anyone want someone's hair? There's no logic in that.” Joke seemed unfazed by this but she did stop circling.
“Wait, you don't want my hair?” Joke questioned. Aizawa didn't respond. She waited but he didn't give her an answer. “Eraser. Come on! Could you please play along?”
“No,” Aizawa answered.
“You're a horrible interrogatee,” Joke said.
“Well you're a horrible interrogator,” Aizawa responded. “Also interrogatee isn't a word.”
“You're not getting out this any quicker by not co-operating,” Joke stated. Aizawa sighed.
“Fine,” he gritted out. “I'll play along.”
“Yes!” Joke exclaimed before slipping back into serious mode. “Now look this way.” She pulled on her to turn him in her direction but instead caused him to spin around before face-planting into the ground. “Do you know what these are?”
“Painted lights on a wall,” Aizawa said as he attempted to play along but since he had no clue he decided to guess. Thankfully Joke didn't seem to care about this and pressed on.
“Well tomorrow they will light the night sky with these “lanterns”,” Joke started. “You will act as my guide. Take me there and return me home safely. Then and only then will I return your satchel to you. That is my deal.” Aizawa didn't respond so Joke continued with the scene. “Something brought you here Eraser.” She pulled the chair up. “Call it what you will. Fate, destiny.”
“A villain,” Aizawa said.
“So I am going to tell you something,” Joke continued. She walked right up to him and pulled on her hair and caught the top part of the chair before it hit the ground. “You can tear this tower apart, brick by brick but without my help, you never find your precious satchel. And when I make a promise I don't break it. EVER.” Aizawa looked her in the eye.
“Okay, I'll take you to see the lanterns,” Aizawa stated. “Are we done now?” Joke let go of the chair causing it and Aizawa to fall onto the floor face first.
“Now we're done,” Joke said.
“You did that on purpose, didn't you?” Aizawa responded.
“That's what you get for not humoring me and going along,” Joke said.
“I humor you every time we talk; I hardly see how this is any different from any other time,” Aizawa stated. “Now will you PLEASE let me out of your hair?” Joke giggled.
“Oh Eraser, who knew you could make a joke,” Joke responded.
“That wasn't.....,” Aizawa started before giving up. “Whatever. Now can we get going?”
“Okay Eraser, I'll stop being such a split end,” Joke said. She laughed while Aizawa groaned. This was going to be a LONG day.

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Aladdin Part I

How Kaminari found himself on a rooftop in the middle of an Arabian city was beyond him. He was also holding a loaf of bread and currently was being chased by guys with swords and weird hats.
“I will have your hands for a trophy street rat!” one of the guards exclaimed. Kaminari looked down at the loaf in his hands.
“Uummm. Don't you think that's a BIT extreme?” Kaminari stated. They continued to come closer and one threw a dagger at time. It narrowly missed him. “Okay, you're serious. Ummm.” He looked down and saw some clotheslines. “Well....better this than them.” He then jumped off and managed to land on the clothing line feet first before immediately sliding across one line and falling off it. He managed to grab the lower line, however; preventing him from falling any more. “Okay, great move Denki. Now what?” He looked down. “Okay, that's still a big drop. Humm.” He then a blanket on the line and a fabric canopy nearby. He grabbed the blanket and used it to slid down the rest of the line and he accidentally picked up the rest of the clothing on the way. He couldn't see through it all so instead of letting so he could gently land on the canopy, he crashed into the wall. He still landed on the canopy but more forceful then he intended causing it to break. He then fell through three more before landing on the ground covered with a wide assortment of clothing. As soon as he popped out of the pile and the loaf of bread, which had started the whole mess, landed on his head.
“there he is!” one of the guards yelled.
“You won't get away so easy!” he heard one of the guards yell from above.
“You think that was easy?” Kaminari responded teasingly. He then noticed several women giggling at his remark.
“You two go search that way,” he heard of the guards on the ground say. “And you follow me. We'll find him.” Kaminari hurried out of the clothes pile all the while using one of the blankets as a robe to cover himself and his hair. He walked over to the women.
“Good morning ladies,” Kaminari greeted.
“Getting into trouble a little early today, aren't we Aladdin?” one of them said.
“Me, trouble?” Kaminari responded. “No, no, no. You’re only in trouble if you get caught.”
“Got 'cha,” one of the guards said as he grabbed him and pulled Kaminari towards himself.
“Okay, NOW I'm in trouble,” Kaminari admitted.
“This time...” he started. Then a monkey pulled the guard's hat over his eyes causing him to let go of Kaminari.
“Perfect timing,” Kaminari said to the monkey. “thanks, buddy. Come on, let's go.” the monkey jumped onto his shoulder and they proceeded to run only to run into more guards.
'How is it that ALL the guards just HAPPEN to be here? Just my luck,' Kaminari thought.
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Jirou found herself in a palace in a rather immodest outfit. She found a blanket and quickly covered herself in embarrassment before looking at her surroundings.
“Where am I?” Jirou asked. Just then a small white-haired and bearded man walked into the room.
“Jasmine, I have some exciting news for you,” he said. “Another suitor has come for your hand in marriage.” Another man entered the room.
“Hello Princess Jasmine,” he said. “It is a pleasure to meet you.” Jirou rolled her eyes. This man screamed arrogance.
“It is nice to meet Lou as well,” Jirou responded as she tried to keep her disdain out of her tone.
“Jasmine, why don't you show Prince Acmid around?” the other man said. Jirou nodded.
“Okay, just give me a minute to change,” Jirou responded. They both left the room and Jirou let the blanket fall. She then went over to her wardrobe and only saw that same type of outfit. “Oh, you have GOT to be kidding me?” She pulled one off the hanger. “Who wears THIS?! Ukkk! Well, I'd better pick one that's at least SOMEWHAT modest.” She looked through her wardrobe and found a dark purple outfit in a similar style as the light blue outfit she was wearing except this one had a thin veil over where her mid-drift would be. “Well, this one should be okay.” She quickly changed and went out to meet the Prince.
“So Jasmine, where should we start our tour?” he said. “My, you look lovely.” Jirou quickly noticed where his gaze was.
“Keep your eyes up here if you don't want to lose them,” Jirou threatened.
“Now that's no way to talk to your future husband,” the prince responded.
“You keep talking like that and it's not happening,” Jirou told him coldly as she turned and walked away. She hurriedly walked outside and walked towards one of the fountains. The prince grabbed her arm. She tried to get out of his grip but to no avail. “Let me go.”
“You’re pretty feisty,” the prince noticed.
“I said. Let. Me. Go,” Jirou repeated. He didn't so she continued to struggle and she tried to use her quirk but for some reason, nothing happened. She continued to struggle until the man yelped causing him to let go of her. He left her alone and ran back inside. Jirou looked and saw a tiger with a patch of the pitiful (not really) prince's pants. Jirou smiled and knelt down to pet the tiger. “Thanks for that. Good tiger.” The tiger purred into her side. Jirou, with her other hand, reached up to touch her ears and found to her shock, and horror, that they were normal. She did not have her earphone jacks. 'Well shoot. So much for that. Wait, is this permanent?'

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Ochako Uraraka did not understand or remember how she got here. All she remembered was a flash of white light and then the next moment she was in a brown dress with a white apron in a large house and she had a tray on her head and was carrying two trays with her hands.
“Cinderella!!” she heard two female voices scream.
“Cinderella! Hurry up with our tea!” one of them yelled. Uraraka looked and noticed the trays.
“Oh, I guess that’s me,” Uraraka said.
“Cinderella!” they both shouted.
“Coming!” Uraraka called. She walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to one of the rooms. She opened one of the doors and saw a young woman dressed in a green nightgown and hat sitting on her bed. She walked over to her bed and placed one tray in front of her. “Here you are.”
“Took you long enough!” the young woman (Drizella) said. “Oh and take that basket and have it ironed out in an hour. ONE hour. You hear?”
“Yes ma’am,” Uraraka responded trying to sound polite. She grabbed the basket and left the room for the next one over. She saw a young woman in a pink nightgown and hat laying on her bed.
“Good morning miss,” Uraraka said cheerfully.
“Well you sure took your sweet time,” the young woman (Anastasia) said. “And don’t forget to do my mending. And don’t take all day doing it. You hear?”
“Yes ma’am,” Uraraka said, still trying to keep her positivity, as she grabbed another basket and left the room. She then put the two large baskets on the floor so she could take the tray off her head. She then opened the last door and saw a middle aged woman with gray hair in an odd style and a gray nightgown. The room itself made her skin crawl. “Good morning.” She placed the tray in front of the woman (Lady Tremaine).
“Take out the laundry and make sure you’ve done your other duties,” she ordered.
“Yes madam,” Uraraka responded politely before grabbing the woman’s laundry and leaving the room. She closed the door behind her and looked at the other two baskets. “Huummm. How am I supposed to... Oh, maybe if I use my quirk....” She heard a scream. She turned and ran for the source of it and accidentally tripped over the cat in the process, which caused him to let go of the mouse it had caught. “OH! Dear! I’m sorry.” The cat glared angrily at her. The woman in the pink dress came out of her room screaming.
“A mouse!! A mouse in my room!” she (Anastasia) screamed. She turned to Uraraka. “You did that on purpose!”
“What!?” Uraraka said in both outrage and confusion. “What makes you think....”
“I’m telling mother!” she (Anastasia) told her. She ran for the last room. “Mother! Mother!” She opened the door. “There was a mouse! Under my teacup!” the other young woman got out of her room.
“Now what?” she (Drizella) asked Uraraka in an annoyed tone. She walked over to her mother’s room and closed the door.”
“How is any of that my fault?” Uraraka said. She sighed before turning back to her baskets. “Well I’d better....”
“Cinderella,” she heard. “Come here.”
“Yes ma’am,” Uraraka said in defeat. She walked over to the last room where the two young women were waiting.
“Oooohhh....you’re in trouble,” the one in the pink dress said. Uraraka entered the room.
“Close the door Cinderella,” the middle aged woman ordered. Uraraka obeyed and slowly turned to face the woman. “Come here.” Uraraka slowly made her way towards her. Uraraka didn’t know what it was about her but something about this woman made her uncomfortable. She was standing right at her bedpost.
“Ma’am, you have to understand that I....” Uraraka started.
“Silence,” she ordered. Uraraka flinched. “It seems you do not have enough work to do if you have time to pull such childish pranks.”
“Ma’am I didn’t put that mouse there,” Uraraka stated. “Please I....”
“Silence,” the woman ordered again. Uraraka flinched again. “Now, on top of your regular chores you will be doing....”
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When Midoriya awoke he found himself in an palace with people crowding around him.
“Son, are you okay?” a voice asked.
“Midoriya are you alright?” Iida asked. Midoriya’s eyes fluttered open and looked up.
“Huuhh. What happened?” Midoriya said. Iida held out his hand, Midoriya except it, and Iida helped him up.
“I am unsure,” Iida responded. “But somehow we were magically teleported to this strange land. Where you are a prince and I am a duke.”
“Wait, I’m a PRINCE?” Midoriya questioned. Iida nodded.
“Now son as I was saying I am holding a ball where you are to choose a bride,” a short man with a white mustache told him.
“Bride?” Midoriya repeated.
“Midoriya, are you okay?” Iida asked. Midoriya shook his head.
“I am no where near ready to get married and what if I choose the wrong girl,” Midoriya started. “Or what if I end up stuck here where I will never see my mom, All Might, Uraraka and everyone else. What if....”
“Midoriya you’re muttering again,” Iida informed him.
“Oh sorry Iida,” Midoriya apologized.
“It will be held in two days,” his “father” informed him. Midoriya gave a short scream before passing out.

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After getting out of the tower and lots of walking both of them started to grow hungry. Once Joke’s stomach growled and complaining and puns started both began looking around for a place to eat. Soon they came upon the Snuggly Duckling.
“This looks good,” Aizawa said.
“I wonder if they have bacon?” Joke wondered.
“Joke this is the medieval ages at best,” Aizawa started. “I doubt they have bacon.”
“Ah Eraser, you’re baconing my heart,” Joke responded. Aizawa groaned.
“And you wonder why I don’t hang out with you a lot,” Aizawa said before walking up to the front door.
“Hey wait for me!” Joke exclaimed. Aizawa opened the door and walk in with Joke falling closely behind him. Aizawa seemed barely phased by the barbarians while Joke was a bit shocked and was able to hid it well. She tapped him on the shoulder. Aizawa turned his head.
“How are you not disturbed by this?” Joke asked.
“I‘ve seen worse,” Aizawa answered. “Besides you’re the one that wanted food.”
“Yes but you gouba brie kidding me if you think...” Joke started.
“Hey!!” one thug exclaimed. The pair stopped and the thug walked up in front of Aizawa and slammed a piece of paper into his chest. “Is this you?” Aizawa saw that it was a wanted poster with his picture on it. He frowned.
“Wait, why does my nose look lie a squash?” Aizawa questioned.
“Oh it’s him,” another said. He pointed to another man. “Go get some guards.” The man nodded and ran off before the thug grabbed Aizawa. “I’m going to use that money to buy me a new hook.” Another thug grabbed him.
“I could use the money,” another one said. Another thug grabbed him.
“What about me! I’m broke,” said that thug. Then all the thugs started grabbing for him. Aizawa tried to sneak out but that was practically impossible given the circumstances. Joke on the other hand was slamming her frying pan onto their helmets which was doing nothing. Joke then saw a branch right above one of the thugs’ head. Meanwhile four of the thugs had grabbed each of Aizawa limbs while the others gathered around him except for one who was under the branch Joke had spotted.
“Joke. A little help here,” Aizawa said as the thug got ready to punch him. Joke then used her hair to grab onto the branch. She pulled it back some and then released causing the branch to hit that bald thug right on the head.
“Put him down!!” Joke yelled. The bald thug turned to face her. “Listen I have no idea where I am and I need HIM to take me to the castle to see the lanterns which has been a dream of mine for SO LONG. Have any of you ever had a dream?”
‘Those are the lines right?’ Joke thought as one of the thugs put Aizawa on a hook and another one advanced towards her.
‘What is she doing?!’ Aizawa inwardly screamed. The bald thug was right in front of Joke now.
“I had a dream once,” he told her. He threw an ax over the head of the guy sitting on the stool in the corner. The guy then started playing the accordion.
‘Wait, what’s with the music?’ Aizawa questioned internally. ‘Are we in a musical?’
“I’m malicious, mean, and scary,” the thug sang.
‘Yep we’re in a musical,’ Aizawa thought. ‘Utter joy.’
“But despite my evil look, and my temper and my hook,” he sang as he approached the piano before playing it. “I‘ve always yearned to be a concert pianist. Can’t you see me on the stage preforming Mozart?”
‘Wasn’t Mozart born later on or did the writers not care?’ Aizawa thought.
“Yeah I’d rather be called deadly for my killer show tune melody,” he sang. “Cause way down deep inside I've a dream.”
“He’s got a dream,” the other thugs sang. “He’s got a dream.”
“See, I ain’t as cruel and vicious as I seem,” the pianist thug sang. “Though I do like breaking femurs, you can count me with the dreamers. Like everybody else, I‘ve got a dream.”
‘How much longer is this going to last,’ Aizawa thought. ‘And how does everyone know this song? It’s not like radios exist right now. And why am I the only questioning this?’ Meanwhile Joke was enjoying the song and humming along. ‘Well she’s enjoying herself.’
“I‘ve got scars and lumps and bruises,” another thug sang. “Plus something here that oozes. And let’s not even mention my complexion. But despite my extra toes. And my goiter. And my nose. I really want to make a love connection. Can’t you see me with a special little lady. Rowing in a rowboat down a stream. Though I’m one disgusting blighter. I’m a lover, not a fighter. ‘Cause way down deep inside I‘ve got a dream. I‘ve got a dream.”
“He’s got a dream,” everyone else sang.
“I‘ve got a dream,” he sang.
“He’s got a dream,” everyone else sang. “And I know one day romance will reign supreme,” he sang. “Though my face leaves people screaming. There’s a child behind it dreaming. Like everybody else, I‘ve got a dream.”
“Toll would like to quit and be a florist,” sang another.
“Gunter does interior design,” sang another.
“Urf is into mime,” sang another.
“Attila’s cupcakes are sublime,” sang another.
“Bruiser knits,” sang the crowd. “Killer sews. Ven does little puppet shows.”
“And Vladimir collects ceramic unicorns,” the pianist thug sang. The thugs then turned to Aizawa.
“What about you?” one asked.
“What about me?” Aizawa responded.
“What’s your dream?” the lover thug asked as he took him off the hook.
“I don’t sing,” Aizawa told them. All the thugs point their swords at him. He looked over at Joke.“A little help would be appreciated.
“Come Eraser! Play along!” Joke exclaimed.
“No,” Aizawa replied. “I’m not singing.”
“Eraser, this is a Disney movie, you have to,” Joke told him.
“You are not helping at all,” Aizawa said.
“Come on! Be a good spot!” Joke responded.
“I don’t even know this song,” Aizawa stated.
“Improvise!” Joke told him. “No one will mind.” Aizawa groaned.
“Fine!” Aizawa growled. “But no promises on quality.” He then got up on the stage; he started singing in his monotone voice. “I do not know this song. Nor do I really care.” He wasn’t even trying to stay on beat and his singing was more like talking than actual singing. “This is my dream. I want to go home and sleep in my sleeping bag. Surrounded by piles of cats.” He was pulled off stage by one of the thugs.
“That was horrible,” he told Aizawa.
“Your fault,” Aizawa responded. “You asked me to sing.” Joke got on a table with thugs surrounding her.
“I‘ve got a dream!” she sang.
“She’s got a dream,” the thugs echoed.
“I’ve got a dream,” Joke sang again.
“She’s got a dream,” the thugs repeated.
“I just want to see the floating lanterns gleam,” she sang. “And with every passing hour, I’m so glad I left my tower. Like all you lovely folks I‘ve got a dream.” Aizawa gave a small smirk.
‘That wasn’t TOO awful,’ Aizawa thought. Maybe not jaw dropping but not too bad. Maybe a seven and half.’ Then another one of the thugs grabbed Aizawa. ‘Wait what is he doing?’
“So are differences ain’t really that extreme,” they sang. “We’re..”
Why am I on top of a barrel?’ Aizawa thought as he stood on a barrel. Then the barrel lost equilibrium and started rolling through the pub. ‘Are you kidding me!’
“Call brutal,” one thug said as he rolled past.
“Sick,” another sang.
“Sadistic,” another sang.
“And grotesquely optimistic,” a thug sang.
“ ‘Cause way down deep inside we’ve got a dream,” all of them sang.“I‘ve got a dream, I‘ve got a dream, I‘ve got a dream, I‘ve got a dream, I‘ve got a dream, I‘ve got a dream,” several sang, including Joke, before finishing with...
“Yes, way down deep inside, I‘ve got a dream.” They shouted . “Yeah!” Joke caught a small man with a diaper on him in her arms. A man opened the door.
“I got the guards!” he informed them. Aizawa grabbed Joke and pulled her away causing her to let go of the small man. They hid under a table; the captain of the guard entered the room.
“Where’s Rider!? Where is he?” he demanded. “I know he’s here somewhere. Turn the place upside down if we have to.” He slammed his fist down on the table the pair where hiding under. As the guards fanned out to search the place, the hook thug gestured for them to come out. They hesitantly crawled out and opened up a hatch to a secret passageway.
“Go and live your dream,” the hook thug said.
“Will do,” Joke responded with a smile.
“Let’s get moving,” Aizawa told her.