One magical evening, Ms. Featherbon, the hummingbird fairy, was getting ready to host a HUGE party at Whisker Haven. Pumpkin, Treasure, Sultan, and all of the other toys that Disney desperately wanted to sell were going to be there. She flew around frantically, wanting to get everything right.

"Mercy me, I don't even know why this place is called 'Whisker Haven', since almost none of the stupid Palace Pets have whiskers," she said to herself as she flew around frantically. "But I suppose if I had called this place 'Furrie Haven' instead, some people might've gotten the wrong impression."

Just then, out of the one of the magical mirrors or whatever that the Palace Pets came out of to get to get to Whisker Haven, Blondie the pony appeared. Blondie was Rapunzel's "guard horse" (ugh!), and, according to Disney's official website, "no one salutes as elegantly as she does." How the fook does a pony even salute?

"Greetings, Ms. Featherbon," said Blondie, saluting her. "What are you flying around frantically about this time?"

"Oh, I'm throwing a huge party," said Ms. Featherbon, flying around frantically. "So much getting ready to do! Oh, my goodness! How will I get everything done on time?"

"Aren't you like a hummingbird fairy or some crap?" asked Blondie, who had long hair like Rapunzel's for some damn reason. "Can't you just cast a spell to get ready for the party?"

"Oh, silly me!" shouted Ms. Featherbon, flying around frantically. "I know a simple spell that will do the trick!"

She pulled out a tiny, hummingbird fairy sized magical wand and pointed it at Blondie.

"Avada kedavra!"

Thud!

Blondie fell to the floor, dead. She would never salute again.

"Oh, silly me!" said Ms. Featherbon, slapping herself on the forehead and making a farting sound. "I used the wrong spell. I'm so very forgetful."

She swung her wand around again.

"Bibbidi-boppidi-boo!" she exclaimed.

All of a sudden, everything was ready for the party. She then waved her wand again and transformed Blondie's body into a jar of glue.

"I'll make sure I send this to Rapunzel later," she said, taking the jar of glue and placing it into a small package. "But in the meantime, I must fly around frantically as I prepare for my guests to arrive!"

And so the hummingbird fairy did just that, unaware that Blondie was only going to be the first of many, many deaths that would take place that evening. If only someone could warn her!