A/N: So I wanted to clear the air a little before the reading begins in hopes of a better understanding of the story. As stated in the summary, this piece was inspired by the amazing virtual comic, When Curiosity Met Insanity created by the notorious Bri Chan and Rain. I guess one could say it's a bit more than just an piece of inspiration, as I'm basically writing my own version of what I think should happen next in the storyline. I am in no way attempting to own this story or its unique characters. I only desired an opportunity to wonder about in this universe where all things Disney coalesce and interpret for myself how these characters might interact with each other (without the annoying Final Fantasy crew). Also, the pairing of Alice and Reginald "Mad Hatter" Theophilius is particularly intriguing, and unavoidably adorable.

I am aware that Bri Chan has based this pairing and subsequent universe on Disneyland, and so refers to it was more of a "Theme Park" fandom than anything else. Unfortunately, however, I have not been given the amazing opportunity to work there like she has, nor have I ever even visited the park. My knowledge of its geography, where characters usually hang-out, who they like to hang out with, is based purely off of YouTube videos I've seen and things that have been said in the WCMI group. Basically, I'm asking you to please ignore any inconsistencies and write them off as a product of ignorance. I did, however, look up restaurants around the park to try and determine where the leading ladies of my piece might have hung out. The Carnation Café seemed suitable, but again, I've never so much as seen the building, so this is a complete shot in the dark.

As you will soon find out, this story will deal as much with Reggie/Alice as it will the Reginald "fan club". I found the idea of Reginald possessing some kind of kavorca-esque allure a bit intriguing, and so decided to explore this area a bit further, maybe give a bit of insight into this realm of things. Its also an opportunity to create dialogue between cross-over Disney characters. But if you're an avid reader of the comic, I doubt this will cause much confusion, if any at all.

Anyway, enough of this banter.

Disclaimer: As I've stated repeatedly, this universe, the concept, and the Reginald Theophilius character are all products of Rain and Bri Chan's imaginations and I am in no way attempting to claim them as my own.

There existed in Disneyland, among the many cliques that characters fell into so to better classify themselves, a group of somewhat bitter young ladies that met frequently for the sole purpose of complaining. They were the particular sort of women that blurred the lines between villainess and virtuous heroine, mostly because they were a bit too cynical to be described with the same sort of propriety as an ideal princess, but had far too much of a conscience to hang around the villains, even if their level of griping rivaled that of the bad guys.

This group, comprised of Princess Kida, Esmeralda, Megara, and Helga, often met at the Carnation Café, a locale that they found most convenient for its food and its proximity to individuals they could judge and whisper about. This particular morning, however, Kida, who often dictated the direction of the conversation, decided it would be more fitting to hash out Disneyland's newest "couple".

"Who does that little brat think she is?" Kida wondered aloud bitterly, in between hurried, forceful bites of her chef salad. "…coming in and traipsing about on our territory…the nerve."

Esmeralda rolled her eyes as she sipped her mimosa.

"In all fairness, I doubt she was even aware there was territory to be traipsed on. You know as well as I that ol' Reg hasn't revealed his escapades to Miss Park Avenue." The gypsy mentioned sardonically.

"I don't get it, Kida" Megara mentioned, observing the Atlantean Princess stab her salad greens with unwarranted brutality. "You were never this upset when any of us had our share of him. Why now so territorial?"

"Because she loves him," Helga chimed in mockingly, leaning back in her chair, twirling her pistol around her index finger slyly. "She can't bare to see him in the arms of someone who might just love him as much as she does…"

"Shut your mouth, Helga, or I will shut it for you…" Kida responded venomously, sending the woman across the table a sharp glare.

"Yeah," Esmeralda added. "If she says she doesn't love him, then she doesn't. No matter how annoyingly jealous she might seem."

Kida whipped around, offering her friend beside her a gaze that surpassed the one she gave Helga in maliciousness.

"I don't love him." she argued in an attempt to defend herself. "Love is for uppity Princesses and stuffed shirt Princes."

"And, if I'm not mistaken, aren't you Princess Kidakaga-"

"Yes," Kida answered, severing Megara's satirical query. "But I'm obviously not that kind of a princess. Otherwise, I would be out breaking daddy's bank shopping with Aurora and Snow White rather than sitting here stuffing my face and getting drunk off mimosas at 11 am with you broads."

"I wouldn't worry about it, babe," Megara assured halfheartedly. "We all know Reg's female formula- love and leave 'em. He'll drop that debutante like a hot potato in a matter of weeks."

Kida seemed somewhat reassured at the thought, placing her fork down and chewing contemplatively. It was almost as if this nearly universal reputation of Reginald's hadn't yet occurred to her. At the same time, however, she would never admit to the others how intimidated she was by Alice's intrusion. Sure, Alice was pretty enough, but there was a certain indefinable quality about her that Kida could only associate with moral purity. Women like Aurora, for example, had that similar air about them, but Kida knew that it was purely artificial; Aurora was no more virtuous than that lush, Maleficient, just significantly more discreet. If Alice was more synthetic, Kida would have cared less. But she had heard no dirt on Alice whatsoever, and so assumed that her record was clean. From her observations, men seemed to find the monogamous, committed side of themselves for women who were truly immaculate, and Alice seemed to fit snugly into such an archetype. If Reginald decided to finally become a one woman man, that would mean no more licentious sneaking about, or the infamous, uninhibited carnal experiences that he would allow the many females that had graced the threshold of his bedroom, seeking a guiltless good time.

Kida wasn't sure if she could handle not having that escape at her disposal whenever she pleased. Spending time with Reginald, mostly in secluded areas, was like the hobby that kept her from doing dangerous things or having dark thoughts. If she lost that distraction, what else would keep her from having to deal with her instability?

"Maybe," Kida added finally, wadding up her napkin and throwing it down beside her plate. "Or maybe we should assist in speeding up said process."

Helga contemplated the potential of the plan quietly from her seemingly resigned position. She had an affinity for cunning plans, both for the initial scheming and for the carrying out. She had to hand it to her white-haired chum- Kida had a gift for the crafty and devious. With a doubt, any of the villains would have been more than grateful to have someone as designing on their side, and Helga only knew this because she formerly associated herself with them. Luckily enough, fate had destined for her a newer, more intelligent and level-headed crew. The group of misfit young heroines who never seemed to find the right niche found it in one another, and so Helga was allowed time with people, like Kida, who were actually talented at what they set out to do.

"Intriguing," she commented, leaning forward and placing her gun in its holster. "Tell me more."

"Don't encourage her," Esmeralda warned with a smirk, resting her chin on the edge of her palm. "Why can't we just leave the poor nymphet alone?"

"What kind of bitter trollops would we be if we didn't rough her up a little?" Helga responded slyly. "After all, as Kida said, she's traipsing on private property without written permission. That's reason enough for me to teach her a lesson or two."

"But perhaps we could achieve a similar effect without resorting to physical violence?" Megara offered, exchanging knowing glances with Esmeralda.

Kida stood from the table, pushing her chair away with the momentum of rising. Planting her hands firmly on the table in an undeniably dominating way, she announced,

"If you all don't mind, I'll be calling the shots from here on out. We all know that my schemes are the most successful and therefore that gives me auth-"

The Atlantean Princess had no interest in finishing her train of thought when she caught sight of Aurora directly across the plaza, pawing at clothes and chatting mindlessly with her typical cohorts, Cinderella and Snow White. The women at the table, who had been watching Kida, noticed her attention had immediately been grasped by an outside force, and so turned their heads in the same direction to see what could have possibly brought on this sudden case of ADD.

"Speak of the devil." Megara scoffed upon seeing the recipients of Kida's attention.

Kida smirked, whispering devilishly, "Watch and learn, girls," before striding away from the table entirely. Her pace was too fast for Esmeralda to grab her wrist before she could get away, and so the rest of the group was forced to watch the scene unfold, for better or for worse.

"How could Aurora possibly figure into this genius plan of sabotage?" The Grecian queried uneasily, glancing nervously at Esmeralda from across the table.

"No telling," Helga answered, gazing fixedly at Kida's approach. "But that's what I love about it."

Meanwhile, Aurora and her accompanying princesses were too caught up in their materialistic reverie to notice the approach of the misfit majesty, which is precisely what had been anticipated. Kida hid behind a circular rack of suits positioned close to the female clique at the boutique, hoping to hear some sort of gossip pertaining to their companion or her new fling.

"So I told Phillip that I'm not settling for anything less than 14 k," Aurora announced to her clan, holding a gown up to her frame and surveying herself in full-length mirror. "If he thinks I'll accept some pawn shop fake for my birthday he's got another thing coming!"

Cinderella and Snow laughed accordingly, though Kida suspected that Cinderella had a better understanding of the cause of the chuckle than Snow White, who often giggled inexplicably at inappropriate times.

"Does this dress make me look fat?" Aurora questioned uncertainly, twisting her face.

Kida rolled her eyes as the other two females quickly assured her it didn't, promising that she looked beautiful in whatever she wore. Kida might have argued that she looked more like a jewel-encrusted bean pole than beautiful, but not every one thought bodacious curves surpassed a peeking ribcage in attractiveness.

"So what about that headline this morning?" Cinderella mentioned deviously, seeking a segway into a more gossip-friendly topic. "It seems our dear friend Alice has been making quite the stir."

Aurora grimaced and sighed, "Ugh, don't even get me started." and promptly hung the controversial gown back on the rack.

"Oh for the love of god, somebody please get her started…" Kida mentally begged, hoping that there was still potential for some sort of revealing diatribe.

"I mean, Reginald? What in the world is she thinking?" The lead princess continued, resuming her search for the ideal clothing.

"I don't know which is worse," Cinderella added consensually. "That bulbous nose or those hideous buck-teeth."

"I don't know," Snow began, twisting a strand of bouncy ebony hair around her index finger. "I think his freckles are kind of cute."

The two other women scowled at Snow disbelievingly, challenging her to once more oppose the consensus.

"Oh, uh, I mean-" she stuttered, soon realizing her mistake. "What a weirdo!"

Aurora rolled her eyes and redirected her attention to the considerably more important issue of what she was going to walk out of the store with.

"Anyway," she exhaled. "Reginald should consider himself lucky. Alice's inescapable niavete has worked in his favor. We, however, know better, don't we girls?"

Cinderella nodded as Snow White toyed mindlessly with the fringes on a nearby frock.

"Even if I had suddenly been struck blind with no prior knowledge of Reginald's goofy face, I'd still never give him the time of day. I've seen the kind of hussies he's associated with."

"Exactly," Aurora grinned. "I wouldn't want to contract anything."

Kida tightened her grasp around the fabric of a two-piece suit hanging in front of her, slightly ripping it with the edge of her nails.

You're one to talk…

"And did you hear she's seeing him again tonight?" Cinderella divulged in a scandalous whisper.

This captured Aurora's attention, causing her to turn her head towards Cinderella and cock her eyebrow quizzically.

"Really?" she inquired. "And where is our gentleman taking the lady this evening?"

"The movies, or so I heard."

"Good sport." Aurora nodded sarcastically. "An area of darkness and seclusion where he can easily wrap his paws around her. God forbid he should take her out to dinner or-"

Kida had heard all she needed. Not wanting to be suffocated any longer by rosy perfume or the clashing conversations rich with hearsay and prattle, Kida made an attempt at an inconspicuous escape, slipping out of the boutique with every hope of not being noticed by any one of consequence. Fortunately, her efforts were not in vain, as she successfully navigated the exit and the terrain of the plaza with impressively deceptive skill.

Upon her return to the café table, Helga stood and clapped in farcical acknowledgement of Kida's success.

"Catch any dirt, Holmes?" Megara grinned, eyeing her fingernails.

"I did, actually, olive-breath."

"Olive-breath? At least my hair is a natural color for my age, grandma!"

"Shut up, Megara," Helga tossed over her shoulder as she approached Kida. "I want to know where our two love birds are headed this evening so I can pound 'em both-"

Esmeralda forced a loud cough, eyeing the blonde in an indirect reprimand.

"And when I say pound them, I mean that as a metaphor for-"

"For crying out loud, do you all want to know where they're going or not?" Kida interjected, throwing her hands in the air for emphasis, her many rattling bracelets adding to the drama.

The returned stares and longing silence was enough to answer the question.

"The movies, they're going to the movies. There's no place more predictable," Kida explained, massaging her temples.

"Gee, first dancing, then a movie? Dear Reggie didn't even buy me a drink before…well…" Helga trailed off, eyeing her group insinuatingly.

"Nice. We get it." Esmeralda assured her dryly, proceeding to take a long swig of her third mimosa.

"Its not like you really gave him a chance anyway," Megara reminded her. "If my memory hasn't failed me it was you who broke into his house with rope and leather, not the other way around."

Kida ignored the quarreling women to contemplate the possibilities of movie theatre sabotage.

"It must be done carefully…" she muttered, stroking her chin thoughtfully. "We'll need more people…significantly more…"

Though plagued by a background soundtrack of Megara and Helga's bickering, accompanied with Esmeralda's attempt at intervention, Kida managed to craft a wicked scheme almost instantly.

"Helga," she began, spinning around to face the café table. "What kind of terms are you on with the villains?"

"Villains?" she repeated skeptically.

"Yes. Well, more specifically, Captain Hook and the pirates."

Esmeralda and Megara once again shared expressions of distress, fearful of what Kida could have in mind that would involve the nautical bandits.

"Uh, Kida," Esmeralda spoke before Helga could answer. "I'm sure there's no need to involve any of those people. Why don't we just-"

"Yeah, the Captain and I still talk," Helga cut in. "I'm sure an arrangement could be in order. What did you have in mind?"

Megara, feeling somewhat ill, motioned for the check to a waiter in proximity, before helping herself to the rest of Esmeralda's mimosa.