The Princesses of Laguna Beach (Chapter 4)

"I don't want Madeline to be dead," admitted Princess Elizabeth, about to burst into tears. "She was the first friend I ever made. I want her in my life."
"So do we, Lizzie," agreed Princess Debra, lugging Princess Madeline in every step.
"Yeah, although I owe her money, I still want her to be alive," Princess Skylar admitted.
        "I thought you said she owes you money."
        "Yeah, it's a little bit of both. Man, it's cold out here."
"I know; it's colder than a Pamela's teat out here," commented Princess Andrea. "What are we going to do?"
"Wait," Debra stopped, making the princesses stop as well. "Madeline said earlier that the Witch Belles stopped by her house and she stole something from them before kicking them out. You guys, the poison apple came from the Witch Belles."
"Those putas! I'm gonna kill them with my princess hands! Where do they live?"
"Not too far from here," replied Skylar. "Follow me."
Princess Skylar led her friends throughout the village, making a destination to where Pamela and Mauricia resided. They traveled through fog which got thicker the farther one would go. Then as the fog cleared, the girls found themselves in front of an isolated hut made of stones. They walked closer and knocked on the wooden door. The door opened and released a bunch of smoke which made the girls gag and cough. Pamela and Mauricia, in tight, black robes with pointy hats, revealed themselves at the door.
"Oh, well, isn't it Danity Kane?" said Pamela.
"Who's Danity Kane?" asked Mauricia.
"Nobody knows anymore."
"Oh, yeah, that's right."
"Did you do this to our poor Madeline?" asked Debra, shaking Madeline's cold body.
Pamela responded, "Maybe we did..."
"Maybe we didn't," finished Mauricia.
"Do you know how to make her not like this?" queried Skylar.
Pamela replied, "Maybe we do..."
"Maybe we don't," Mauricia finished.
"Listen, I know you don't like us but you are going to bring Madeline back to life," Andrea demanded.
"Ha, sure we are," smirked Pamela. "We would do such a thing since we're so nice. But if you really want us to do so, you guys can give up your crowns to us."
"Witch, please! I ain't giving nothing up to you."
"Well, then, I guess we're gonna do nothing about your friend," said Mauricia. "Sorry."
"Mauricia, Pamela," started Elizabeth, "now I know we're not on good terms. But it would be really nice if you revive Madeline. Like princesses do good things and doing a good thing would be a step closer to becoming a princess. So what do ya think?"
"Hmm," uttered Pamela. "I think we'll stick to being bad. We're witches; we'll find a way to get our crowns."
"Well, we're not going anywhere until you give us what we want," said Skye.
"Then I guess we'll have to go somewhere," smiled Mauricia.
The witches turned their heads to look at the brooms at the back of their home. They both raised their arms and opened their palms to the brooms. The brooms began to shake before flying over to the witches. They caught the brooms in their hands by the stick and stuck them under themselves. Soon, the brooms began to levitate and the witches were on their brooms like motorcycles.
        Pamela was the first to fly out the door past the princesses. Her menacing cackle faded away as her distance grew farther. Mauricia tried to fly past the girls out the door. Luckily, Andrea was fast enough to grab Mauricia's broom by the top of the bristles. Using her ape strength, Andrea pulled Mauricia back into the house and flipped the broom so she could fall off. With Mauricia on the ground, Andrea began to beat her quickly and repeatedly. Her hands were on the stick so Mauricia was getting pelted with the bristles. Pamela later ran back in the house with her broom in her hand when she noticed Mauricia wasn't with her. She knelt in front of Mauricia and put her hands up to protect her fellow witch.
"Hey, hey, hey!" she shouted. "Stop, you monster!"
Andrea held the broom over her shoulder like a baseball bat and swung at Pamela like she was a ball. She flew over Mauricia and rolled on the ground until settling in pain.
"Bring my friend back to life or I'll make stew out of you both!" Andrea commanded.
Mauricia weakly put her hands up. "Alright! Look, we don't know how to bring her back to life. That spell is not in our spell book. However, we know how to bring her back to life."
"Then tell me."
"Okay! A way to wake her up is to get a real prince to kiss her on the lips. That or a life-returning potion but that has some defects."
"Take back your broom." Andrea threw the broom at Mauricia's chest. "I bet you don't even use it to sweep your floor."