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In order for Gadget to execute her plan she would need some supplies. Her first stop was the curl up and dye where she liberated some hair dye and rubber gloves to serve as the base for her smoke bombs. Next she dug through the scrap pile until she found the perfect pieces to create a very special crown for the princess’s party. If things went as planned she would be able to add secret pouches that would burst upon being set on Evie’s head, spilling a putrid mixture of green and yellow dye staining the wannabe princesses hair and dress. It truly would be a crown fit for a fool.
Her idea came after overhearing Clopin reminiscing of Topsy Turvy day. Apparently before Beast and Belle got married there had been talk about Topsy Turvy day being adopted as an official holiday. Turns out, it was, but the “gypsies” who invented the day weren’t invited. Instead they were sent to the Isle and the holiday became a day where the citizens of Auradon wore their cloths backwards, inside out, and upside down and generally acted silly. On the Isle the day was one where you stayed home if you could help it. The gypsies were by no means evil or malicious, but their anger at being banished always seemed to overflow on Topsy Turvy day.
Gadget had spent much of her early years around the gypsies, finding that they seemed to be the only ones that accepted her presence. In fact, it was their king Clopin who had taught her how to pickpockets and make clothes using the various scraps of fabric that ended up on the Isle to make new outfits. If it weren’t for him Gadget probably wouldn’t have survived, her mother having been less than stellar. Her own outfit reflected her time with the gypsies, an ivy green off the shoulder blouse tucked into a pleather corset. A burgundy hip scarf was tied over a tattered patchwork skirt that came to her knees. She was told that her outfit was reminiscent of the one Clopin’s cousin Esmeralda wore before she married the captain of the guard Phoebes and became a “proper” woman. She didn’t know much about the former gypsy princess, learning early on that it was a sore spot for her surrogate father figure.
She polished metal as she reminisced, the crown would need to be as clean and sparkly as possible to ensure that Evil Queen and her daughter didn’t inspect the headwear too closely when she presented it. It took her almost three hours to figure out how to rig the crown correctly. The crown looked absolutely ridiculous as far as Gadget was concerned, but then again, so was princess fashion. How those girls could move in all the skirts and petticoats she would never know. The dye pouches were hidden by some fur that she had snitched from Cruella de Vil’s personal collection while the former fashion icon was away for a spa weekend.
“What the dust are you doing brat?” Tinkerbells unique rasp startled Gadget as the fairy entered their hovel. She had been so focused on making the crown perfect she hadn’t heard her mother return from her weekly booze run. “Nothing much mother dearest, just making a gift for princess Evie’s birthday party.” Her tone was a mockery of the sugary sweet tone that Snow White always used during her biweekly updates that aired every Tuesday and Saturday on the Isle. Tink snorted, obviously appreciating her daughter’s sarcasm as she came over to inspect her daughter’s creation. “You’re actually attending that cluster fuck? I figured you’d stay as far from that as you could.” If her mother noticed anything off about the crown she didn’t say anything, and Gadget wasn’t inclined point it out. “Now now mother, I know Evil Queen can be a bit over the top with like everything she does, but this is a good chance to make some friends.”
“That’s an understatement if I’ve ever heard one. Have fun at the circus, if you see anything that even remotely looks like pixie dust make sure to snag it.”
Gadget considered pointing out that if Evil Queen had pixie dust she wouldn’t still be on the Isle, but figured it was a moot point. Her mother would never give up her search for the magic dust. “Of course mother.”