Mal-lone

Welcome to my wicked world, wicked world The Jewelbilee! O. M. G. ! Something's really wrong. I'm freaking out here! Whatever it is, our friends need our help. My dance number is ruined! Is everybody okay? - What happened? - Zevon. Yzma's son. - He's here? - Yeah. And he had Jafar's staff. And he was like "Kablem! Kapal!" "I'm here for the revoltolution!" Whatever that is. Then he stole the jewels, and he was all like: "Babbam! Babboom!" And now he wants to take over Auradon. - Excellent summation. - Thanks. Does anyone know where Zevon went? - Nobody's seen him. - E., mirror. - Evie. - Right. Mirror, mirror in my hand, where is Zevon in our land? There he is! On the turney(?) field. Okay, you guys! The only way we can stop Zevon is by working together. - Let's go! - You want us to follow you? - After what you did? - I know. I was mean. I mean I was more than mean. I was evil. - I'm so sorry. - Apology not accepted. Apology rejected like an ugly stepsister with size 12 feet! - Ooff, burn! - Yeah. She got roasted. You ruined everything and put us all in danger. - She's right. - Mal. This was my fault. If I hadn't gone back to the Isle, looking for my jewel There is no way you could have known. Look, Mal didn't do this. Zevon did. He turned us against each other. He divided us. And on top of that, Jane, Freddie, Carlos and Jay are missing. Oh, I can finally feel my feet! I'll go find them. We can only stop Zevon together. I can't do this one alone. - Sorry, Mal. - Okay. I guess we're doing it alone. Come on. I think we may be too late.