What happens the morning before my last day at work

A tall and mysterious princess brushes back her bristly blond hair and grips the rope in her hand a little tighter. Her palms are sweating and her heart beats loudly. She squints her eyes and curls her lip. The clock echoes in the other room one deafening tick at a time. One wrong step and her life could be on the line. This is the moment she's been waiting for.
Quickly, she peeks around the corner. There's a tall, dark bookshelf in the way, but one snatching glance past that and she catches a brief glimpse. There, sitting by the chair, reading, no doubt, an evil sketch on the wicked ways of the world, is the witch. Her appearances would fool you in a heartbeat. Caring, motherly eyes, arms full of warmth and fun, but underneath that tenderness is a heart of stone. Scheming and plotting, she is unaware of her immediate and impending doom. The ticking grows louder, the weight of the world in anticipation crushing each second onward. Now is the time. The princess inhales and grips the rope again.
"We going to get her," a voice speaks from the dark behind her.
"Yes. We will," the princess affirms. The prince, lurking in the shadows, is as breathless as the princess beside him. His thick brow, blond as his sister's, arches in intense emotion, and he poises himself to strike.
The anticipation shatters in one blasting call. "GET HER!!!"
The princess launches herself around the corner, the prince a breath behind her. The steps seem to happen in slow motion as she pushes the ground underneath her towards the woman by the chair. The witch does not flinch as they draw nearer and success seems immanent for the royal brother and sister...
...until at the last moment the witch shoots her arm out and with almost unearthly ease snatches the young boy and girl off their feet into the air, flying, soaring, and then crashing together on the floor in those deceptive arms. No time to think, the witch begins enacting her most lethal attack...
The prince and princess are suffocating, air being blasted from their lungs, together they are helpless as the witch sneers her most vicious laugh. "You thought you could defeat me?? You thought you could tie me with this pathetic rope? No one escapes the witch! You shall now suffer... death by tickling!!!"


"MOOOOOOOOOOOOOMMMMMMMM!!! Okay okay you win! Don't tickle us anymore, we can't breathe!!!!!"

Evil witch: 1. Pathetic princess and prince: zippo. Mwa ha ha ha!