"The wedding was wonderful, thanks for making me stay." Sophie stated.
"Better than eloping?" Simon smiles down at his bride.
"So much better, my king." Sophie teased.
Simon kissed his bride, just as Gemma cleared her throat. "Now, we all know, my history with the Sophie. A lot of fights, revenge— that I never won—, arguments, and etc… but for some unknown reason we became best friends… I found out you were half Italian so this song is for you."
As the music starts Gemma begun to sing while running away from Sophie:
A boy went back to Napoli,
because he missed the scenery,
the native dancers and the charming songs.
But wait a minute, something's wrong.
Hey! Hey!
Now it's hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
All you Calabrese do the mambo like crazy.
And hey Mambo! Don't want to tarantella,
Hey Mambo! No more-a moozzarella.
Hey Mambo! Hey Mambo Italiano.
Try an enchilada with a fish-a-barcalada.
Hey goombah!
I love-a how you dance rumba.
But take-a some advice paisano,
learn how to mambo.
If you're gonna be a square,
you're never gonna go nowhere.
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, hey Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, shake-a like a Gioviano.
Hello quesadicha,
you getta happy in the feets-a
when you Mambo Italiano!
Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love-a when you take-a me.
Hey Jagool!
You don't-a have to go to school,
just make a little beef flambino.
It's-a like-a vino.
Kid you're good-lookin',
but you don't know what's-a cookin' till you
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!
Shake-a baby, shake-a,
'cause I love it when you take-a me
by the pizzeria down-a where I'm gonna be-a.
Don't ya tell your mama.
Mama's gonna tell-a papa.
There's-a nothin' to it.
Come on baby let's-a do it!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Hey Mambo, Mambo Italiano!
Go, go, Joe, you mixed up Sigiliano.
It's-a so delish-a, everybody gonna preshi-ada.
Mambo Italiano!
Sophie finally caught up with Gemma. "Oh you are so dead." Sophie giggled.
But Gemma just yells:
Do the mambo!
As both women sat down, Gideon looks around the table and sighs contently, "Its nice to have the whole family."
Neal looks at his younger brother, "What do you mean?"
"I mean, brother," Gideon sighs, "its the perfect time to ask. Papa, who is your favorite child?"
Rumple looks up at his kids, who were expecting silence, but to their surprise he responded with no hesitation, "Gemma, Gemma is my favorite."
Gemma smirks, while her brothers frowned.
At the next table, Henry hears and turns to Cora, "Hey grandma, who is your favorite grandchild?"
Cora notices that Henry had his author's pen, Roland had his hand on his bow, while Sophie merely smirks. Cora gulps, "Sophie, might not have visible weapons but the uncertainty of it scares me more than the visible weapons, so Sophie."
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Adventures
FanfictionSophie and Gemma are back after five years. Both have had unanswered questions. Will a trip to the Fairytale Realm, the Underworld, and California bring those questions to a close? Read to find out what shenanigans these two girls create. As usual...
