One night, just before bedtime, Princess Bia and Jimmy were practicing their throne poses in preparation for the portrait sitting scheduled for the next day when they overheard Bia’s parents talking.

“Bia’s behavior must change,” Queen Bella whispered to her husband, King Fritz. “Her lack of decorum was acceptable when she was six. Perhaps marginally so when she was sixteen, but now, with her seventeenth birthday in but two days...”

“You’re right,” Fritz agreed. “It’s the fault of that impish ferret. Something must be done before all suitable suitors are repelled.”