Yeeeeeees, hurry home, princess. We wouldn’t want to miss old Daddy’s celebration, now, would we? Huh! Celebration indeed. Bah! In my day, we had fantastical feasts when I lived in the palace. And now, look at me – wasted away to practically nothing – banished, and exiled, and practically starving, while he and his flimsy fish-folk celebrate. Well, I’ll give ’em something to celebrate soon enough. Flotsam! Jetsam! I want you to keep an extra close watch on this pretty little daughter of his. She may be the key to Triton’s undoing.
The Little Mermaid, Ursula