Dear Mushu

Hey, little dragon. How are the ancestors? I heard you got your pedestal back. I’m glad you’re back among the family guardians, even if I did all work, saving China and all.

Kidding.

I actually wanted to write you about that. Lately, Shang’s been making all these jokes about how he can’t believe a girl beat Shan Yu twice, how a girl saved China, and little jabs like that. I keep telling him that it was just me who did all those things. Whether I was a girl, a guy, or whatever doesn’t matter when you look at the real picture, right?

I don’t know, maybe I’m just overreacting. What do you think? Tell mom, dad, and grandmother hello from me!

Mulan

Dear Mr. Cobra Bubbles

Hi! You told me to check in occasionally to let you know how things are going with the whole living-with-a-bunch-of-aliens thing. It’s actually really cool. I don’t treat Stitch like my dog anymore (unless we’re in public, then I kinda have to). He’s even teaching me some of his alien language, and I’m teaching him some native Hawaiian. It’s like we’re speaking in our own secret agent code, especially when Nani wants to know what we’re saying about her and David. It’s so funny watching her get mad.

Anyways, everything’s going great. Living with Nani has gotten a lot better, and we go surfing together as a family more. I’ll make sure to write you if anything blows up!

Lilo

Dear Sisters

Hi, everyone! I’m writing for some advice. I hope this somehow gets to you guys under the sea. I’m trusting Scuttle will figure it out (although basically everything he told me about human objects was a lie, so . . .).

See, since I’ve become a full human, I’ve discovered so many new things to eat. It’s not just seaweed anymore. No, there’s all kinds of food up here, like bread, cake, and other treats. I know those words don’t mean much to you, but they are so good! I can’t stop eating them! And that’s the problem. I’ve started gaining weight, and I don’t know what to do.

I know I still look pretty, and Eric says he will love me no matter what size I am, but that doesn’t mean I don’t feel like a giant octopus crawling around. How can I feel better? Any advice would be appreciated!

Ariel

Dear Fairy Godmother

Hi! I wanted to thank you again for all you did that one night. I don’t know if you’ve heard, but the prince and I were married just a few months ago, and we couldn’t be happier. It’s just…well, the king keeps bringing up kids. No matter what we’re talking about, he always manages to bring it back to that. “When are there going to be kids in this place again? I miss the little pitter patter of feet.”

If he’s not talking about that, he’s talking about how much I don’t know about being a proper princess. I came into this marriage already knowing how to read, write, sew, and dance, but it seems like because I didn’t come from royalty, what I know isn’t good enough. He’s insisted on sending me to classes on etiquette and royal policy, which I’ve told him isn’t necessary. He doesn’t listen, though.

Anyway, I just wanted to thank you again for that night. I love my prince, and I’m forever grateful that you brought us together.

Cinderella