Ranko: Hello all my lovely readers! So I know I should be updating on When Life Gives You Lemons, because this is the week when I'm supposed to update it but this week, I have something different in mind.

Yami: Oh no…

Yuugi: I have a bad feeling about this.

Ranko: That's right! I am starting a new story, a crossover between the Princess and the Frog and Yu-Gi-Oh! We get to see all of out favorite characters sing and dance and be cute little furries!

Yami: The last time you did a story like this, RENT, you deleted it after the first few chapters.

Ranko: That isn't going to happen in this story! I have everything planned out. Please stay with me through this new story guys because it is going to be really fun but also really challenging. I really hope that you like my take on this cute little fairytale!

Yuugi: Ranko twin does not own anything related to the Princess and the Frog or Yu-Gi-Oh, both belong to their legal creators.

Ranko: Enjoy!

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1908—New Orleans, Louisiana

Model T's and horse drawn carriages clattered down the cobblestone road. Men were coming home from work to be greeted by their wife and children, warm light spilling out from the open door as the children ran outside excitedly to greet their father. The lights in houses flickered off and the streetlamps came to life.

Every grand home and mansions that looked like castles that were on the street all looked to be asleep. All except one mansion that was grander and bigger than the rest that was in the center of the street and was lined with a lovely iron fence.

In one of this house's towers, a pink light highlighted the window and if someone were to look into that room, they would see an explosion of pink and frills that looked like it belonged to a young arrogant princess.

There were three young Asian children sitting on the plush pink carpet in the room. One of the children was engulfed in fluffy pink ball gown and her soft brown hair tied up in pigtails. The other two were boys that looked equally feminine and tiny as the young girl. Both had very strange features, one had pure white hair and the other boy's hair was spiked and tri-colored; he had beautiful amethyst eyes.

All three of the children were leaning in eagerly to listen to the woman who was standing by a model stand with a pink ribbon tied around the model's waist as the woman read a fairytale from the girl's story book.

"In that moment, the ugly little frog looked up with his sad, round eyes and pleaded, 'Oh please, dear princess, only a kiss from you can break this terrible spell that was inflected on me by a wicked witch,'" the woman said in a croaky voice as she tried to imitate what a frog may sound like if it could speak.

The children laughed at her attempt and the little girl squeezed one of her many dolls close to her chest and leaned in to whisper in the two boy's ears. "Here comes my favorite part."

The woman flipped a page in the story book and grabbed a pair of scissors. "And the beautiful princess was so moved by his desperate plead that she stooped down, picked up the slippery creature…" The woman made sure to always draw this part out when she told this story because she knew that it disturbed the two young boys.

All of the children leaned forward in anticipation even though they already knew what was going to happen, the little girl smiling a toothy grin.

"Leaned forward," the woman continued, "raised him to her lips…" The two boys shook their heads vigorously as the little girl nodded eagerly. "And kissed that little frog!" The boy's gagged as the girl giggled uncontrollably in glee.

"Then, the frog was transformed into a handsome prince. They were married and they lived happily ever after." The seamstress took the ends of the bow she tied around the model and snipped a few inches off. "The end."

"Yay!" the girl cried in excitement, leaning backwards and falling over on her back. In her large dress she looked like a turtle on its back trying to get up. The two boys giggled. "Read it again, read it again, Mrs. Motou!" She waved her arms enthusiastically.

'Mrs. Motou' as the young girl liked to call her, rolled her eyes and helped the girl to sit upright again, bow in hand. "Sorry Anzu, its time for me and Yuugi to be heading home." She tied the pink bow around Anzu's waist to complete the dress. "Say goodnight, Yuugi." She told her son as she packed up all of her sewing supplies.

Yuugi, the little boy with amethyst eyes, crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "There is no way in the whole world, I would ever kiss a frog! Yuck!" he told his two best friends.

Ryou and Anzu exchanged looks. Ryou rose to his feet from his spot beside Yuugi and walked over to Anzu's stuffed animal shelf, grabbing a frog doll and hiding it behind his back as he walked over to Yuugi again.

"Is that so?" Ryou asked. Suddenly he pounced on Yuugi, pinning the boy beneath him a she put the frog in Yuugi's face. "Well, here's your prince charming, Yuugi! Kiss him!"

Anzu and Yuugi giggled. Yuugi tried to push Ryou off of him as he continued to shove the toy in his face. "No, I won't!"

"Kiss him!"

"No!"

"Kiss—!" Mrs. Motou picked Ryou off of her son and held the light boy up in the air. He giggled and kicked his arms and legs. The children erupted in a fit of laughter.

"Would you like to kiss that frog, Ryou?"

Ryou crinkled his nose. Suddenly a blue, sparkly haze formed next to the boy's head. It showed the smoky outline of Ryou as an older boy, picking up a frog and kissing it. Ryou made a noise of disgust and Mrs. Motou laughed and put the boy back down, when his feet were firmly planted, he chucked the frog toy across the room.

Mrs. Motou laughed silently; New Orleans had its share of rare sights, many magicians and witchdoctors roaming the streets. Ryou's parents were magicians and they were teaching Ryou a few tricks.

"I would kiss a frog!" Anzu piped up with her squeaky voice. "I would kiss a hundred frogs just to find my prince! I would love to be a princess," she said in a dreamy tone.

Suddenly the double doors to Anzu's room creaked open and the young girl's father stepped into the room. He was a large man with broad shoulders and a kind, friendly face. He had similar blue eyes to Anzu's but his were softer. "Evening, Kyoko!" he greeted.

Anzu gasped in excitement and picked up her dress as she ran to her father so she wouldn't ruin Kyoko's hard work. "Daddy, daddy, look at my new dress!" she said happily as she turned around in a full circle to show her father all of it. "Isn't it pretty?"

Mr. Mazaki walked up to his daughter and picked her up. "Look at you, why I expect nothing less from the finest seamstress in New Orleans!" he praised as he walked over to Kyoko, his daughter still jumpy around energetically in his arms.

Anzu noticed the dress the princess was wearing in the story that Kyoko had just read them. She made a sound of awe and pointed her finger at picture. "I want that dress, daddy! Can I have it?"

Mr. Mazaki gave his daughter a stern look. "Now, pumpkin, you just got a new dress and…" Before he could finish what he was about to say, Anzu started to pull at her father's long hair, giggly. He cried out in pain and laughed apologetically at the seamstress. "Kyoko, do you think it would be too much trouble to wip up a dress like that one?"

"Anything for my best customer," she said, gesturing to a dozen other princess dresses that were lining Anzu's wardrobe.

Mr. Mazaki noticed Ryou standing shyly in the corner. He smiled at the boy and said, "Ryou, your mamma and father are down in the foyer ready to pick you up."

Ryou's face lit up and he ran out the room quickly, almost forgetting to say goodbye to his friends; he gave Yuugi a quick hug and left. Yuugi watched his friend leave with solemn eyes. Kyoko noticed the look on her son's face and grabbed his tiny hand. "Come on, Yuugi, its time to go home, I'm sure your grandpa has some dinner ready for us."

Yuugi nodded and smiled, he looked over his shoulder to say goodbye to Anzu but saw her playing with her father, barely noticing that he was leaving. His smile dropped and he followed his mother out into the night.

They road the half full trolley through town to get back home. Yuugi watched as the houses changed from grand to small and humble. By Yuugi and Kyoko's stop, they were the only ones on the trolley.

They got off and walked past little narrow houses that were lining the streets. Some homes belonged to African Americans, some belonged to Asians that came here from Japan or China like Yuugi and his mom and grandpa. No matter who lived in one of these tiny homes, it was always full of warmth and love. And it seemed like every kid had a father, everyone but Yuugi.

Kids were playing outside, catching fireflies as their parents watched them from the porch. Neighbors were chatting or making dinner. It wasn't the nicest place in the world, but it was home to Yuugi.

They finally stopped at one of the houses and walked up the wooden steps; they groaned as all of their weight was put on them.

"Dad, we're home!" Kyoko called as she took off her hat and coat in the doorway, slipping off her shoes while she was at it and helping Yuugi take off his. Yuugi ran in the kitchen where the delicious smell of gumbo was coming from, right past his father's shrine.

The reason Yuugi's family traveled to America was because Yuugi's dad died of illness when Yuugi was young and they needed work to be able to live and stay alive.

"Hello my boy," Suguroku said as he picked up Yuugi and put the boy on his hip.

"That smells good, dad," Kyoko said as she followed her son into the kitchen a moment later. She looked over her dad's shoulder at the large pot on the stove top and smiled. "Is that Yuugi's gumbo?"

Suguroku shrugged. "Since he showed me up with his recipe last time I thought I may give it a try." He took a spoon and scooped some gumbo in it, handing it to Yuugi. "Does it need anything more, Yuugi?" his grandpa asked.

Yuugi took the spoon and tasted his own gumbo, making funny faces as he let the tastes reach his taste buds. He took a bottle of Tabasco and put a few drops in the gumbo, stirred it and tasted the revised version. He smacked his lips and smiled in success.

Suguroku smiled at his grandson as his daughter sat down at her sewing machine, a roll of pink fabric in her lap.

Yuugi scooped up a new spoonful and put it in front of his grandfather's mouth. Suguroku took the spoon and put it in his mouth. He smacked his lips to amuse Yuugi and made a thoughtful, "Hmm," sound.

Yuugi's smile dropped as the thought his grandpa didn't like it. "How is it, grandpa?"

"Oh, Yuugi this is…the best gumbo I've ever tasted!" He took Yuugi and lifted the light boy above his head; Yuugi giggled and waved his arms. "Kyoko, do you see how talented my grandson is?"

Kyoko laughed from her spot at the kitchen table. "You just now realized that? I could have told you that a long time ago."

"Something as good as this just got to be shared!" Suguroku said. Yuugi nodded enthusiastically and squirmed out of his grandfather's arms, running to the front door and throwing it open.

He called out to everyone that was outside, "Hey, everyone! I made gumbo!" The neighbors laughed at Yuugi's cheerfulness and began to migrate over to the house.

A chorus of, "This tastes really good, Yuugi!" as everyone was served a bowl and were all eating on the Motou's front porch.

After everyone had gone home, Kyoko carried her son to bed and tucked him in. There was a framed picture of his father on his bedside and a page torn out of a magazine of what he envisioned his restaurant to look like.

"The thing about good food is that it can bring people from all walks of life together; that is what your father always believed, Yuugi. It warms people right up and puts a smile on their face," Kyoko told her son as he yawned sleepily.

"I'm gonna open up my own restaurant some day and people from all over are gonna come and eat my cooking," Yuugi said.

Kyoko smiled, she grabbed a crayon from Yuugi's bedside table and the magazine cut out, writing across the top, Yuugi's Style.

"Yes, dream big, Yuugi, because if you work hard enough and if you believe hard enough, those dreams will come true."

Yuugi was about to close his eyes and fall asleep when he noticed something outside his window. "Mom, look, it's the evening star." He threw his blankets off and crawled over to his open window, leaning his arms against the window sill. "Anzu's storybook says, if you make a wish on the evening star, its sure to come true."

Kyoko smiled and joined her son by the window, staring out at the night sky.

"You wish on that star, honey, you wish and you dream with all your little heart but just remember, that little star can only do so much, you have to help it out with some hard work of your own, and then you can do anything you want." She tucked her son back into bed and kissed him on the forehead. "Goodnight, Yuugi, sweet dreams."

"Goodnight."

As soon as the light in his room clicked off and his mother shut the door behind her, Yuugi jumped out of bed again and grabbed the magazine page. He kneeled by his window and looked up at the evening star. He clutched the paper to his chest and whispered, "Please, please, please, please, please!"

He heard a suspicious sound come from beside him. He turned and saw a frog sitting there on his window sill, staring at him with creepy wide eyes. Yuugi began to back away slowly but then…

Ribbit!

Yuugi shrieked, jumped off his bed and threw the door open, running for his mother and grandpa.

1920—New Orleans, Louisiana

A nineteen year old boy with spiked, tri-colored hair and tired amethyst eyes trudged into his room, completely bone weary. The young boy had grown into a slim young man that was often mistaken for a girl. He was wearing a waiter's uniform for a diner named Kyle's and he untied his apron, taking a few coins from the pocket. He opened his dresser draw and pulled out a coffee can full of change and small bills. "Tough night for tips, Yuugi, but every penny counts."

He added those coins to the full coffee pot and put it back in the dresser draw with six other full coffee cans and the magazine cutout that once belonged to his father. He smiled at the framed picture of both of his parents together. His mother had passed away a few years ago and now it was just him and his grandpa. "We're almost there."

As soon as Yuugi collapsed on his bed from pure exhaustion of working the night shift, his alarm went off. He groaned and smacked the blasted contraption with his foot and dragged himself out of bed. He walked over to his dresser and grabbed his other uniform for his second job. "Goodnight Kyle's, and good morning Duke's."

Yuugi ran out of his house quickly as the trolley rolled by and he grabbed the railing as it passed.

In the South Land there's a city, way down by the river.

Yuugi had his nose in a cooking magazine and he didn't notice all the stares he was getting from a variety of men and women. One man pulled out a flower for the boy but Yuugi quickly got off at his stop, completely oblivious.

Where the women are very pretty and all the men deliver.

Yuugi stepped off the trolley and was immediately stopped by jazz players who were in his path to get to his next job.

They got music, its always playin'. Start in the day time, go through all the night.

When Yuugi thought that he could pass, he almost got smacked in the face by a trombone player and a man tried to dance with him but Yuugi pushed him away.

When you hear that music playin', hear what I'm saying, it make you feel alright.

An armful of breakfast plates were handed to Yuugi from the chef of Duke's and Yuugi ran down the island table, expertly handing out all the plates to the right people without a mistake made.

Grab somebody, come on down.

Yuugi drizzled honey over the beignets he was famous for and coated them with the perfect amount of powdered sugar.

Bring your paintbrush, we paintin' the town. There's some sweetness goin' 'round.

He served on batch of beignets to a stone faced man wearing a military uniform but when he smelled the sweet scent of beignet's his face brightened. He saluted Yuugi as he walked away, Yuugi winked and saluted him back.

Catch it down in New Orleans.

On the street corner outside of Duke's was a voodoo stand with a sign in front of it saying, Bakura the Shadow Man.

We've got magic, good and bad.

The man known as Bakura flipped over a turret card to show a heart to the man he was talking to. The man smiled but frowned a moment later, taking off his hat to reveal his head to be completely bald.

Bakura poured purple powder from his box of concoctions in his hand and blew it in the man's face, giving him a full head of hair

Make you happy, or make you real sad.

As the man was wooing a young woman, hair covered his whole face, making him look like a monster. The woman screamed and ran away. The man looked at his reflection in store window and screamed as well. Ryou, now fully grown and more feminine than ever, blew a blue powder in the man's face, returning him to normal.

Get everything you want, lose what you had.

Down here in New Orleans.

Bakura scowled as he and his shadow exchanged a glance. He noticed Mr. Mazaki hand a young homeless boy a wad of cash for giving him the day's newspaper that read: Prince Atem from Kehmet come to New Orleans for Mardi Gras!

Hey partner, don't be shy.

All he got for his voodoo was spare change, as his shadow reminded him by pulling out a quarter he got from the man he turned hairy out of his pocket.

Come on down here and give us a try.

You wanna do some livin' before you die.

Do it down in New Orleans.

At the ship port, young women and paparazzi waited anxiously to see the Prince of Egypt. When they saw him, women started to shriek and cameras started to flash. Atem smiled at all the devotion people were giving him and ripped off his royal robes so he was wearing the comfortable jazz clothes of New Orleans. He grabbed his mini guitar from his cousin who was carrying all the bag and ran down to slope to all the women who were waiting there for him.

He pushed the women aside when he noticed a line of jazz players walking down the street. He ran to join them, leaving his cousin Seto all alone to carry the luggage by himself, tripping down the slope.

Staley homes and mansions.

Mr. Mazaki pulled up in front of his mansion where his daughter was waiting to be picked up. He handed his daughter the newspaper when she got in the car and she shrieked, hugging her father after she read the article about Prince Atem.

Of the Sugar Barons and the Cotton Kings.

Yuugi walked out to Duke's outdoor tables to clear them, catching Atem's eye as he walked by with the jazz band. He leaned in, invading the boy's personal space and winked.

Yuugi huffed and turned on his heel, walking back into the diner.

Rich people, poor people, all have dreams.

Atem shamelessly stared at Yuugi's backside as the small boy walked away and then shrugged, running to catch up with the band and strumming his guitar.

Dreams do come true in New Orleans.

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Ranko: And there is the first chapter to this story, I hope you enjoyed and I hope this makes up for not updating on When Life Gives You Lemons this week, I will work on that!

Yuugi: I'm a freaking Disney princess.

Ranko: This is my favorite Disney movie, its just so sweet.

Yami: Review and tell Ranko what you think!