As night fell across the kingdom, two men were still awake, working away in the gold-stripped mines, looking for any gold that might be left.

Two former castle servants, who were thrown out of the palace for laziness and even minor robbery. They were ordered to be arrested, but they had been saved. Saved by the queen's royal adviser, a man named Preminger. He said that he knew of a job that was available that could teach the men to be better people. They hadn't been seen since.

Though they looked somewhat similar, they were in no way related, one, a man by the name of Mark, being born in the kingdom, the other coming from Ireland, a man named Jack.

Mark picked at the wall, looking for gold, while Jack looked into the nearly empty mine cart, filled only with a few pebbles, one tiny sliver of gold, and  completely spherical rock. Jack raised an eyebrow, pulling it out.

"Okay, what idiot put this in here?" He asked sarcastically.

"Oh, that would be me." Mark said proudly.

"Listen Mark, we are stealing gold. Tell me, is this shiny?" Jack asked, shoving it in Mark's face.

"No."

"Valuable?"

"No."

"Going to make the boss happy!?"

Mark thought about it. "No." He finally said after a few solid minutes of thinking.

"Focus, Mark. That's what you need. That, and a brain." Jack said as he threw away the rock, hearing it break in two from a distance. *No spoilers, one girl in the comments section who actually watched this movie.*

Suddenly, they heard footsteps coming from down the tunnel. "Shh!" Jack shouted. Both he and Mark blew out the candles in the nearby lanterns, before jumping into the mine cart together to hide, waiting for the footsteps to pass by.

To their shock, rather than passing by, the man coming down the tunnel looked into the mine cart, his lantern high above them. He smiled at their utter stupidity. "Why, hello." He said with a smirk.

The two men shot out of the mine cart. "Mister Preminger! You're back! Early! Hope you had a nice journey." Mark said, awkwardly, and a little intimidated. Preminger rolled his eyes. Jack was about to interject, when Preminger's dog, a brown poodle named Midas, (after the dog's false golden tooth,) jumped up on the mine cart and barked loudly at them. Mark and Jack screamed and ducked back into the mine cart.

As soon as Midas got down, Jack held up the one piece of gold in the mine cart, before he and Mark fully came out of the mine cart. "Here you are sir. The last of the gold from the royal mines. There's nothing left." He said smugly.

"Yeah! Because it's all yours!" Mark added.

Preminger snatched it out of Jack's hand. "Yes, it is. Very much mine. Finally." He smiled sinisterly. "For ten years, I've been bowing down to the queen, paying my dues, but today, I'm escaping from that life." He explained. "Because now, the last gold has been dug." He caught sight of a piece of gold in the walls, taking it out. "Well, second last." He corrected himself, shooting his minions an angry look.

"So, what do we do now?" Asked Jack.

"Well, Now that I have all the gold, I'm going to return to the palace as a hero, who's discovered mighty wealth." He explained. He did so love to brag about his plans.

"But what will that do?" Asked Jack.

Preminger smirked. "Well, what better husband could a princess choose? She needs a suitor, and I'm the one who can bring the kingdom back to health, and then I'll be king! Can't you just see it? Raise every glass, praise that the reign of Preminger is here!"

"So... you're going to marry the princess..." Jack trailed off, getting nervous, as he had heard the news of the wedding. "Well, um, boss-"

"That's "Prince" boss, to you!" He shouted.

"Well, um... the queen has decided to marry her off to the King Of Dulcinea, next week." He laughed nervously.

"What?! Making a decision without me? Who does she think she is?!" Preminger shouted, grabbing both of their necks.

"Uh, the queen?" Mark guessed.

"You simpletons!"

"Well, she is the queen! She's got a crown, and a scepter, and she sits in her big fancy chair, and-" Both Jack and Preminger rolled their eyes, as he threw them both down.

"I'm not giving up now. You won't see this peasant's son running away because a reckless queen chose another suitor!" Then it hit him. "Ah, I see. It's a temporary setback, a momentary loss. But conveniently, my ego doesn't bruise!" *I know that that line sounds awkward when spoken, but it was a line in the song, and it was so hilarious, that I just had to add it.*

"Yes, suppose the girl goes missing, so the king leaves and finds a new bride, and then I'll just happen to find her, bring her back, and show the queen. And the queen will be so grateful that she'll pledge her to me!"

"Yeah!" Mark said, enthusiastically.

"When the wedding's over, I'll be on the throne, and that nitwit Stephanie can kiss my shoes! So get the roses ready, and stand by with the champagne! When you've got a brilliant plan you never loose!" He shouted, his voice echoing through the mines.

"But... what will you say when she offers the princess to you?" Asked Mark.

Preminger turned around. "Why, how can I refuse?"