[ WP ] Write a story set in a Disney movie , but replacing the villain of that movie with another Disney villain

When the lion rolled in and hopped onto the top of the roof of the baker's shop, Pierre was, admittedly, a little confused. 
 
 When the lion spoke—in English—with the low, gravelly tones of a lifetime smoker, Pierre's confusion was compounded exponentially. The townspeople, though, were mesmerized by the talking animal, and so asked no questions. 
 
 The lion had swung its mane back and weaved a tale of accidents, loss, tragedy, and betrayal from its past, making the little townspeople sigh, awe, and weep. 
 
 Scar, which apparently was the sinister name this sympathy-seeking lion felt most appropriate, had come to power after the death of his brother and nephew. He tried to lead his people justly, but the nephew had bided his time until he could come back as an adult and lead the kingdom back into cruelty. 
 
 The nephew had even tried to feed him to hyenas. 
 
 Pierre glanced nervously at the hyena to his left, feeling that parts of the lion's story did n't seem to add up. 
 
 And yet, the townspeople had been successfully wooed. When the lion said he was willing to be their new king, the crowd roared back at him. 
 
 `` Wait, wait!'' Old Man Jacques shouted. The crowd calmed slightly to listen. `` *New* king? We had an old king?'' 
 
 `` Of course,'' Scar purred in his tight, crisp diction. `` I came to this place because I heard from far away in my own lands that there was a wretche—quaint little town that was quite receptive to the idea of strong animal leadership.'' 
 
 The crowd remained silent. Jacques looked around, confusion painted in the lines on his face. `` But... I do n't remember a king...'' 
 
 The townspeople began to murmur until Scar cleared his throat. `` I believe you refer to him as'The Beast.''' 
 
 `` No!'' yelled Belle, who ran out from the shadows of her father's cabin. `` He is no beast, he is a man cursed! I told you all of this tale only a fortnight ago!'' 
 
 `` If he is so gentle, then why are you no longer with him, Belle?'' called Pierre, remembering himself. 
 
 `` His... his castle is in ruins,'' she answered, her voice cracking. `` I love him but... we were too late. He remains cursed forever.'' 
 
 Scar smirked. `` Ruins are kind of a specialty of mine.'' 
 
 `` How do we know he is not just a monster, waiting to feast upon our children?'' Henri asked, anger in his voice. 
 
 Ignoring the immeasurable irony, Belle yelled, `` I can prove you have a king and he is indeed a man cursed!'' She held up a golden, jeweled mirror. `` Show them the Beast.'' 
 
 The mirror swam before them, then regained focus on a large, hairy creature, pining at the window of a tall parapet. 
 
 `` This mirror...'' an anonymous townsman started, ``... is witchcraft!'' 
 
 The crowd swayed in nervousness and murmured in disapproval. Scar, noticing, seized the moment. 
 
 `` Yes! Which-math indeed! I have heard of this which thing before! It is quite terrible!'' 
 
 Pierre, feeling himself rather important to this convoluted story, piped up, `` I think you meant witchcraft.'' 
 
 A hyena edged itself closer to his heels. 
 
 `` Which-math is fine, I mean. That can be the new name! You know what I always say, new king, new name,'' Pierre hurriedly added, suddenly worrying he may be more expendable than he thought. 
 
 The hyena backed away. 
 
 `` It is witchcraft, I'll admit,'' Belle told them. `` But the beast—'' 
 
 `` Will devour us all!'' someone finished for her. `` We ca n't let this beast live!'' 
 
 `` So you're afraid of a king who has never once bothered you, but not of the talking lion?'' Belle yelled back, suddenly angry. 
 
 Scar quickly hopped in over her, `` *Idiots*, there will be a king!'' he roared. `` I mean, there will be a *new* king, once we KILL THE BEAST!'' 
 
 `` Kill him!'' 
 
 `` OUI!'' shouted Pierre with enthusiasm ringing through his thick, English accent, while slowly inching backward into the mob to distance himself from the group of ravenous hyenas surrounding his new leader. 
 
 While the crowd was roaring, Philippe leaned in close to Pierre. `` Je sais que c'était un lion éloquent, mais je ne parle pas anglais. Que se passe-t-il?'' 
 
 `` What?'' Pierre asked, annoyed. `` Speak English, we're in France.'' 
 
 `` How are we going to kill him?'' asked Jacques suddenly, clearly confused. `` He's a... a monster, right?'' 
 
 `` I know it sounds sordid, but you'll be rewarded,'' Scar said, his eyes glazed over. `` So prepare for the coup of the century!'' 
 
 `` Ooooh,'' the crowd-turned-mob sang. 
 
 `` Prepare! For the murkiest—'' 
 
 `` Huh?'' Pierre interrupted, though he was n't sure *what* he was interrupting. 
 
 Scar seemed to come to a bit. `` Lock the girl away, so she ca n't warn the monster!'' 
 
 `` Yes!'' someone shouted. `` We wo n't be safe until he is mounted upon my wall!'' 
 
 Scar looked uncomfortable, but once again quickly snapped out of it. `` It's time to take action, boys!'' he roared. `` It's time to follow me!'' 
 
 And they did, Pierre included. As the mob began to make its way through the countryside, Pierre could hear the thunder of drums rolling over the countryside, despite the complete absence of the instrument. For a brief moment, he suspected it could be be which-math.
