Descendants: The Story Retold

Rotten to the Core

On the Isle of the Lost...

The purple‐haired girl put the finishing touches on her "Long Live Evil!" graffiti, then turned around and said:

"They say I'm trouble;

They say I'm bad;

They say I'm evil,

And that makes me glad." Mal, the daughter of Maleficent, smirked as she pushed past two people, shoving them aside.

A boy jumped onto the roof near her and climbed down a ladder as he said,

"A dirty no‐good,

Down to the bone;

Your worst nightmare,

Can't take me home!" Jay, son of Jafar, disappeared though a door.

A black‐haired girl with blue streaks strutted along on top of a table as if it was a catwalk, singing,

"So I got some mischief,

In my blood;

Can you blame me?

I never got no love!" Evie, daughter of the Evil Queen, ducked under a rail and smiled flirtatiously at a passing boy who was staring.

A boy with black‐and‐white hair appeared through a window, singing,

"They think I'm callous,

A lowlife hood!

I feel so useless." Carlos, son of Cruella De Vil, swiped the scarf from a man's neck and grabbed a girl's apple and ate it before throwing it back to her.

"MISUNDERTOOD!" The five Descendants shouted together.

Mal and Evie sang together as the sauntered down an alley, their voices a strange harmony to hear, "Mirror, mirror, on the wall?"

Who's the baddest of them all?

Welcome to our wicked world, wicked world!"

The four Descendants shouted together again. They shoved a fence aside as they entered the Isle's back alleys, still shouting:

"I'm rotten to the core, core!

Rotten to the core!

I'm rotten the core, core, who can ask for more?"

As they ran and sang, they pulled down sheets and clotheslines.

"I'm nothing like the kid next,

Like the kid next door!

I'm rotten to the core,

I'm rotten to the, I'm rotten to the core!" They ignored the shouts and yelps of shock and anger at the mischief they were causing.

They pulled down clotheslines and laundry sheets, and toppled baskets and jumped over things. As they left the area, they grabbed sticks and started beating out the tune on empty buckets.
They hooted and laughed as they raced through a tunnel underground.

Mal sang, painting a large purple 'M' on a curtain and then shoving it aside,

"They call me a schemer,

Call me freak!

How can you say that?

I'm just...unique!"