Once upon a time...

This is the story of how my life ended...

Y/n...

I'm kidding! It was the happiest day of my life. Our wedding day. The biggest shindig to hit the kingdom in forever! And everyone was dying to catch a glimpse of me - us! I meant us!

Everything was perfect. Just like I dreamed it'd be.

Yeah. Everything was perfect.

It was a magical day. And everything went just as we planned.

Well...almost.

-

Hook Hand gently played the notes on the piano, smiling whimsically as he turned to watch Maximus strut down the aisle with the rings on a pillow in his mouth. On his head, Pascal threw flowers onto the carpet, changing colors to match the flowers from purple, to white, to purple, to yellow. One of the yellow stuck itself to Max's nose. Annoyed, he blew it off.

One of the little girls in braids gasped as she looked down the aisle. Her family did the same, then the rest of the kingdom, including the thugs, Vladimir knocking a guy over with his huge horns.

[Outfits]

OR

[Eugene's Outfit]

Y/n, surrounded by a beautiful heavenly light, grasped onto her bouquet as Richie's, standing on the alter, face melted into a smile when he saw how excited she was.

Hook Hand threw a huge axe at the thug with the accordion. In shock, he began to play the wedding march.

Y/n took Eugene's arm, letting him walk her down the aisle, lighting up even more the closer she got to Richie.

"Wow," the priest sighed.

"Wow," Richie agreed.

"Wooow," the drunk thug on the alert commented, Richie smacking him away. That was his Y/n.

Y/n let go of his arm and stepped up by Richie, still grinning. Once they were facing each other, the priest began. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Y/N and Richard in marriage..."

Pascal, tearing up, did my notice that one of the flowers had fallen from his little basket, this time getting stuck in Maximus' nose. Sneezing, the rings went flying from the pillow and bounced off the floor, rolling out of the ceremony.

"...live their lives together as husband and wife in everlasting peace."

Max and Pascal deadpanned as they realized what they had just lost.

-

"May I have the rings?"

The soon-to-be married couple turned to receive the rings, gasping when they saw an empty pillow. Max nervously looked down as it, then back up at Richie and Y/n.

Queen Arianna stood up, pointing. "Those were my grandmother's wedding rings!"

A guard ran in front of the alert, crying out, "THE KINGDOM IS LOST!"

Everyone screamed as explosions went off all over the palace.

-

The priest kept going on as Max desperately tried to look around for the rings. Noticing them, Richie glanced over, both animals quickly resuming their formerly cheerful smiles, Max holding up the pillow enough so that he could not see that the rings were gone. Once he looked back, Max began backing it up, looking around nervously before booking it out of there.

-

Maximus and Pascal scampered after the rings to the edge of the castle and dropping into the village in two different directions. Glancing at each other, they each jumped after one.

-

Both the ring and Pascal landed in a bowl of soup for the ceremony. As Pascal jumped in after it, turning red to blend in, but knocking one the ladle. One of the servants bent over to pick it up, but when she went to put it back, she came face-to-face with Pascal, who smiled back at her, ring in his mouth. She screamed, causing him to scream and drop the ring. He quickly ran after it, the rest of the servants either running from him or trying to chop him. He finally caught it in front of a giant ice statue of the drunk thug, his tongue getting stuck to it as he reached out with it.

-

Maximus burst through stalls selling dresses, shoes, makeup, wigs, and hats, not realizing until he stopped that he looked like a mare. A brown colt raised his eyebrows at him a few times suggestively until Max pushed him away, still on the lookout for the ring. He found it underneath a table, his painted muzzle reaching for it.

Pascal, still pulling away from the ice, sent the statue up and onto a cart with Max standing on the other side. Just as he got the ring, he flew upward, dropping it again. He passed by the ceremony still going on at the palace, nobody noticing him, the priest still conducting.

"...held in reference, dignity, honor, respect..."

Landing in a carriage, he paddled himself after the ring.

-

Pascal continued to run after his own ring, skirting around the sharp turns. But the ring attached itself to a lantern and floated away. His jaw dropped when he saw that the lantern had floated into a crowd of lanterns for the wedding ceremony, hundreds in its own little design.

-

Still in the carriage, but now speeding downhill at lightening speed, Max reached out for the ring, grasping it in his teeth.

"Frying pans! Get your frying pans here!"

He looked up and saw a row of frying pans being sold for the wedding with Richie and Y/n painted on them. As He rode down, each one wacked him in the face, finally getting hit with the giant sign shaped as a frying pan for the warehouse sign.

-

One of the guards hit a gong on top of the palace, signaling.

"That's the signal! Release the ducks!" a man cried. The men released them and sent them flying, signaling to another group.

"That's the ducks! Release the lanterns!"

They went flying up into the sky just as Pascal found the right. He jumped to grab for it, knocking it off. He grabbed it just in time, glancing down and realizing just how high off the ground he was.

-

Max held the ring on the heel he was still wearing before looking up, startled, realizing he was about to either go off an edge or get sent overboard. The latter happened and up here flew, to Pascal and then around and back down onto a banner of the prince and his bride.

The ducks flew in the other direction, swarming Pascal and spinning him adding until he dropped the ring. It bounced and lodged itself onto a duck's foot.

-

Max, still stuck, fell off, causing a huge load to be dropped onto a mountain of barrels, spilling wine everywhere. The people team as the juice poured out onto the streets, flooding out.

-

As Pascal landed, he sighed, not noticing the gushing wine coming right at him. Max ran past, picking him up in his mouth and throwing him onto his hat as he ran, still holding onto the ring. But when Pascal looked back, he saw the other ring still on the duck's foot, then fire cooking stuff on the other side. Killing three birds with one stone, Max jumped up and swung on a banner, letting Pascal reach up for the ring, but just missing it. As they fell back down, he shot out his tongue, finally successfully grabbing it. Triumphantly, he held it up before they both fell into a tar place.

-

"...in everlasting peace." The priest turned expectantly. "May I have the rings?"

The soon-to-be married couple turned to receive the rings, gasping when they Max dressed up as a girl horse and both covered in tar. Smiling a little too widely, they approached, Max thrusting the rings to Y/n and Richie. Nervously, they took them, confused as all heck.

"I...I now pronounce you husband and wife," the priest announced awkwardly as they each put the ring on one another's fingers, still gawking at Max and Pascal, then turning to each other, their smiles returning as they joined hands. "You may kiss."

Grabbing Richie's face, Y/n kissed him, slamming their faces together. He kissed back as everyone cheered, the music playing. King and queen hugged each other and the sisters got up, jumping and cheering while Eugene watched on, totally not tearing up he just had something in his eye.

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY...!" the drunk thug slurred before passing out.

The guard looked over awkwardly as the Stabbington brothers watched in chains, crying at the ceremony.

Relieved, Max sat down, accidentally bumping into the cake. It rolled out and around the corner.

"So, who wants a piece of cake?" Eugene called out, Max and Pascal deadpanning again.

And they all lived happily ever after...

The end.