Disclaimer: I own nothing, except Sophie.

AN: Okay, so it was a close vote, but 'The Little Mermaid' won, which is good cause I was kinda leaning towards it anyway, I just wanted to give you all a chance to choose. For those who wanted "Toy Story", I promise to do that one next. Oh, and my King Triton is my Ariel's older brother instead of her dad, and a few Angel characters have had to take fairly major roles so I could have everyone playing who I wanted them to play. And this kind of takes place inbetween 'Dawn's Magical Mishaps' and 'Family Reunion'.

"So" said Tara as she tucked her daughter into bed, settling down beside her and letting a hand rest on her growing baby belly (she had just reached the five-month mark), "My turn to tell your bedtime story again, huh?"

"Uh-huh" Sophie grinned, nodding.

"This is a really good one" Tara smiled, before beginning. "Once upon a time, there were two Princesses. One of them lived on land like any normal person, but she liked to go out sailing. The other one, the one this story is really about, was a mermaid, so she lived under the sea.."

It was a wonderful day at sea, the sun was shining, the water was a perfect blue, and a group of sailors sang happily as they worked on their ship.

Sailors: I'll tell you a tale of the bottomless blue

And it's hey to the starboard,

Heave ho!

Look out girl,

A mermaid is waiting for you in mysterious fathoms below!

On the deck of the ship, a young woman with fiery red hair and emerald green eyes took a deep breath of salty sea air, smiling. She was the Princess Willow. Miss Kitty Fantastico, a small black and white cat sitting beside the Princess, mirrored her actions, mewing happily.

"Isn't this wonderful?" Willow beamed. "The salty air, wind blowing in your face.. The perfect day to be at sea, right Wesley?" she asked, turning to her chief attendant, a stuffy looking young British man who was currently throwing up over the side of the boat.

"Yes" he said sarcastically, wiping his mouth and attempting to straighten himself up. "Very pleasant." Willow just laughed at him, and walked a little way down the ship to a one-eyed sailor named Xander, who was also her best friend, and helped him tie a rope.

"We've got a fair wind and a nice calm sea" Xander smiled. "Looks like King Angel is happy today."

"King who?" asked Willow, confused.

"King Angel" chuckled another sailor, Spike, as he approached with a net full of freshly caught fish, many of them still flipping around. "He's the ruler of the merpeople, all other sea creatures too. I thought everybody new about him."

"Merpeople, really" said Wesley, rolling his eyes. "Willow, don't listen to this nautical nonsense, it'll rot your brain." Willow just chuckled, crouching down to pat Miss Kitty who had been rubbing against her legs.

"Nautical nonsense or not, it's the truth!" said Spike, grabbing a fish and waving it in Wesley's face. "They're all bloody down there in the deep blue, I know it!"

"How can you be so sure?" Xander smirked. "I've never seen one."

"You stay out of this, you bloody.." as Spike began his threat, he let the fish slip from his hand, sending it flying over the side of the ship. "Oops." Underwater, the fish wiped its brow, relieved, and swam away to safety.

As it turned out, Spike was right, merpeople did exist. The fish that had escaped the ship joined a group of them, and other sea creatures, swimming towards a brilliant golden castle, the home of King Angel himself, to attend a concert starring his younger sisters.

Once all the King's subjects had gathered within the large theatre inside the castle, a green skinned, red horned merdemon named Lorne swam out, blowing a trumpet to gain the audience's attention.

"Good morning citizens of Atlantica" he grinned. "Announcing the arrival of our amazing, glorious, dearly beloved leader, King Angel!" The King entered the theatre in a shell-shaped carriage pulled by dolphins. The orchestra played a huge fanfare, and he used his trident, the symbol of his leadership, to fire a burst of colourful sparks into the air, making the crowd cheer, before moving to sit in the throne in the centre of the audience. "And uh, our most distinguished court composer, Mr Rupert Giles" added Lorne with a lot less enthusiasm. The fanfare faded to the sound of a lone kazoo as a glases-wearing crab entered the theatre in a much smaller carriage pulled by some sardines. The audience clapped half-heartedly.

"So nice to feel appreciated" said Giles, rolling his eyes at the crowd. Thankfully, there was at least one person present who did appreciate the composer.

"I'm really looking forward to this performance, Giles" Angel smiled.

"Your Majesty, this is going to be the finest concert I have ever conducted. "Your sisters will be spectacular."

"Especially little Tara" Angel grinned. 'Little' Tara had just turned eighteen, but as she was the youngest in the family, Angel was extra protective of her and somewhat reluctant to accept that she was growing up.

"Yes, she has an amazing voice" said Giles, turning around and mumbling to himself as he swam to the conductor's podium, "If only the girl would just turn up at rehearsals once in a while.." He shook his head to clear his mind, then tapped the podium with his baton, prompting the orchestra to begin playing. Two large clam shells rose up from the floor of the theatre, each one opening to reveal three girls, six in all. They were King Angel's sisters.

Girls: Oh, we are the sisters of Angel

Great brother who loves us and raised us well

Cordelia

Cordelia: La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Girls: Kendra

Kendra: La-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

Girls: And Harmony

Harmony: La-la-la-la

Girls: Anne

Anne: La-la-la-la

Girls: Kate

Kate: La-la-la-la

Girls: And Nina

Nina: La-la-la-la

Girls: And then there is the youngest in her musical debut

Our seventh little sister,

We're presenting her to you

Another shell, larger than the others, rose up in the centre of the stage.

To sing a song that Giles wrote,

Her voice is like a bell,

She's our sister, Tar...

The shell opened, empty, and the sisters gasped.

"TARA!" Angel roared, furious.

"Uh-oh" said Sophie. "I think story-you is in big, big, trouble Mama Tara."