Modern Retake on Sleeping beauty

 

🌙 A Comedic Continuation: Reunion at the Dream Institute

The moment the prince dives through the emergency exit labelled “DO NOT USE: NIGHTMARES WILL LEAK”, he lands face-first on a beanbag shaped like a giant sheep. A receptionist in pajamas looks up and sighs:

“Ugh. Another Nightmare Department escapee. Take a number.”

But the prince doesn’t wait — because across the lobby, past rows of unconscious dreamers, caffeine-addicted dream analysts, and a vending machine that dispenses plot twists, he sees her:

*Sleeping Beauty — now wide awake, clutching a Dream Institute brochure titled
‘So You Fell Into a Magical Coma. What Now?’

She gasps. He gasps. The receptionist rolls her eyes.

They run toward each other in slow motion… but only half slow motion, because the Dream Institute’s budget got cut.

When they finally collide, the prince blurts:

“I fought a dragon disguised as a human resources manager!”

She beams:

“And I stabbed myself with office equipment! We’re perfect for each other.”

They hug, they laugh, they trip over a passing dream intern carrying a tray of floating coffee cups. It’s fine. It’s love.

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🌀 Final Twist Ending: The Dream Institute Wants to Hire the Prince

Just as they prepare for their long-awaited “Happily Ever Something,” alarms blare:

“ATTENTION. DREAM RECRUITMENT PROTOCOL ACTIVATED.”

A smooth, corporate voice echoes through the halls:

“Prince Charming… we’ve been watching you.”

A door slides open and inside is a boardroom full of dream executives — all wearing pajamas with suit jackets on top.

Their leader, a silver-bearded dream guru, leans forward:

“Young man, your brave escape, chaotic improvisation, and unlicensed dragon-slaying demonstrate exceptional talent.”

He taps a tablet.

“We would like to offer you a full-time position as… Lead Nightmare Neutralizer and Imagination Traffic Controller.”

The prince looks horrified.

Sleeping Beauty whispers:

“Just say no — HR here is basically a hydra.”

He clears his throat.
Stands tall.
Declares confidently:

“I decline. I already have a job: being absurdly handsome and mildly useful.”

The dream executives sigh, scribble notes, and mutter things like:

“Ugh, another creative refusing stable employment.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll recruit him in the sequel.”

The couple walks out hand-in-hand, past dream interns, floating clipboards, and the giant spinning wheel now repurposed as a Dream Wi-Fi Router.

They step into sunlight — ready for their next bizarre adventure.