A city going through change, a scientist with a monkey, a pink fuzzy hillbilly, a demon who's name cannot be named, a green substitute teacher, an assistant whose face cannot be seen, a certain chemical... Were did it all start though? before the heroes, before the villains? How did it all get this way? What stirred the need for heroes? What snaps, makes one who they are?

That wretched prince, how did I ever fall... ...What if? ...Maybe I shouldn't of... ..This is my perspective on the story. A poem, of sorts. I am the great Maleficent, and I shall now share with you...my feelings. Maybe.