Heroic Bargains

Sometimes, the hero or heroine can make a bargain or a deal with someone, usually for these reasons: This commonly happens in superhero, science fiction, horror, and fantasy stories.
 * To ask for assistance
 * Make a deal with the enemy
 * To find a solution to a problem

Examples

 * In Geronimo Stilton and the Mystery in Venice, Geronimo Stilton bargains with Stuart Sharpwhisker that if he wins the gondola race, he would let his niece, Hope, marry the man of her dreams.
 * Merida bargains with the witch that she'll buy every carving for a spell to change her fate.
 * Ariel makes a deal with Ursula so she can give up her voice to be with Eric.
 * Michael Jordan makes a deal with Mr. Swackhammer that if he wins, the Monstars give the NBA players their talents back; but if he loses, he'll give himself to Moron Mountain.
 * Judy Hopps strikes a bargain with Nick Wilde that if he helps her find Emmit Otterton, she'll give her pen to him.
 * Rapunzel makes a deal with Flynn Rider that if he takes her to see the floating lights that appear on her birthday, she'll return his satchel to him.
 * Lewis makes a deal with Wilbur that he take him to see his estranged mother.
 * Hercules bargains with Hades that he'll give up his strength for Meg's freedom.
 * Ginger makes a deal with Rocky Rhodes that he teach her and the hens to fly and she'll hide him from the circus.

Quotes
"You like making deals. Take me in Meg's place."

- Hercules making a deal with Hades. "(Rapunzel: Okay, Flynn Rider, I'm prepared to offer you a deal.) (Flynn Rider: Deal?) (Rapunzel yanks her hair, spinning the chair Flynn is tied to and causing him to tumble to the floor.) (Rapunzel: Look this way. (She unfurls the picture of the floating lights.) Do you know what these are?) (Flynn Rider: You mean the lantern thing they do for the princess?) (Rapunzel: Lanterns. I KNEW they weren't stars. (to Flynn) Well, tomorrow evening they will light the night sky with these lanterns. You will act as my guide, take me to these lanterns, and return me home safely. THEN, and ONLY then, will I return your satchel to you. That is my deal.) (Flynn Rider, pushing himself up: Yeah...no can do. Unfortunately, the kingdom and I aren't exactly "simpatico" at the moment, so I won't be taking you anywhere.) (Rapunzel turns to Pascal, who pounds his scaly fist into his hand. She hops down like a cat and reels in Flynn.) (Rapunzel: Something brought you here, Flynn Rider. Call it what you will. Fate, destiny...) (Flynn Rider: A horse?) (Rapunzel: So I have made the decision to trust you.) (Flynn Rider: A horrible decision, really.) (Rapunzel: But trust me when I tell you this.) (She pulls Flynn closely.) (Rapunzel, sternly: You can tear this tower apart brick by brick, but without MY help, you will never find your precious satchel.) (Flynn clears his throat.) (Flynn Rider: Let me just get this straight. I take you to see the lanterns, bring you back home, and you'll give me back my satchel?) (Rapunzel, firmly: I promise. And when I promise something, I never, EVER break that promise. EVER.) (Flynn Rider: All right, listen. I didn't want to do this, but you leave me no choice. Here comes the smolder.) (He is about to give her the smolder, but Rapunzel is not impressed.) (Flynn Rider: This is kind of an off day for me. This doesn't normally happen.) (He has no option.) (Flynn Rider: Fine, I'll take you to see the lanterns.) (Rapunzel, so excited she lets go of the chair: Really?) (Flynn tumbles to the floor with a thud.) (Rapunzel: Oops.) (Flynn Rider: You broke my smolder.)"

- Rapunzel making a deal with Flynn Rider that he'll take her to see the floating lanterns and she'll return his satchel to him. "(Merida slips into the cottage and notices wood carvings around every corner. Here's where the Witch shows up.) (Witch: Ooh! Look around. You holler if you see anything you like. Everything is half off.) (Merida: Uh...) (She looks around, then turns to notice the little old woman.) (Merida: Who are you?) (Witch: Just a humble wood carver.) (Merida, looking at a jar: Um...I don't understand.) (She turns around and gasps as she notices the crone looking at her.) (Witch: See anything you like? (She gestures to a small bear toy.) (Witch: Perhaps a bit of whimsy to brighten any dank chamber.) (Merida: But the will-o'-the wisps, they lea - ) (Witch, pulling out a nifty mechanical bear: Oh! This is one of a kind! I'll make you a deal with this rare prize.) (Merida turns around to notice a broom sweeping by itself.) (Merida: Your broom!) (The witch snaps her fingers, and the broom stops.) (Merida: It was sweeping by itself!) (Witch: That's ridiculous. Wood can't be imbued with magical properties. I should know I'm a wee...whittler of wood. Oh!) (She pulls out a carving.) (Witch: How about this conversation starter? It's made of yew wood. Tough as stone.) (Merida backs away to where the crow stands and turns around.) (Witch: Oh, ah-ah-ah! That's stuffed.) (Merida reaches out to touch the crow, which snaps at her.) (Crow: Staring is rude!) (Merida: Oh, oh! The crow, the crow's talking!) (Crow: That's not all I can do.) (The crow begins to sing and pulls off a reverberating operatic tone. The witch wallops him with her broom, which sweeps him away. The crow hops up and hisses. The pieces fall into place.) (Merida, with a gasp: You're a WITCH!) (Witch, carving a sculpture: Wood carver.) (Merida: That's why the wisps led me here!) (Witch: Wood carver!) (Merida: You'll change my fate!) (Witch, chopping wood with an ax: WOOD CARVER!) (Merida: You see, it's my mother...) (Witch, throwing down the ax: I am not a witch! Too many unsatisfied customers!) (Merida gazes at the witch with frightened eyes.) (Witch: If you're not going to buy anything...get out!) (She snaps her fingers, and a combo of knives, axes, and tools appear, pointing threateningly at Merida as she pushes her to the door.) (Merida: No! The wisps led me here!) (Witch: I don't care! Get out! Shoo! Get! Begone with you!) (Merida: Wait! I'll buy all!) (Witch, now surprised: What, what was that?) (Merida: Every carving.) (Witch, with a chuckle: And how are you going to pay for that, sweetie?) (Merida, pulling off her necklace: With this.) (Witch, now awed: Oh, my, that's lovely, that is.) (Crow: That would set us up for months.) (The tools fall to the floor. The witch reaches for the necklace, but Merida pulls it away.) (Merida: Ah-ah-ah.) (The witch gasps.) (Merida, enunciating: Every carving and one spell.) (The crow prepares to grab Merida's necklace, but the witch grabs him by the beak.) (Witch: Are you sure you know what you're doing?) (Merida: I want a spell to change my mum. That will change my fate.) (Witch, grabbing the necklace: Done!)"

- Merida bargaining with the witch for a spell to change her fate. "(Mr. Swackhammer is furious with the Monstars.) (Mr. Swackhammer, pointing to Michael Jordan: Why didn't you get THIS guy?) (Monstar Pound: He's a baseball player.) (Monstar Nawt: Yeah, boss. A baseball player.) (Mr. Swackhammer: Looks like a BASKETBALL player to me.) (Monstar Blanko: Yeah, me too.) (Mr. Swackhammer: HE'S the one I want for Moron Mountain.) (Michael Jordan: Hey!) (This gets Swackhammer's attention.) (Mr. Swackhammer: Are you talking to ME?) (Michael Jordan: Yeah, I'm talking to you. You want a piece of me? Come and get it.) (Swackhammer waddles over to Michael.) (Monstar Bupkus: Uh-oh.) (Mr. Swackhammer: What did you have in mind?) (Michael Jordan: What about we raise the stakes a little bit?) (Mr. Swackhammer, puffing on his cigar: Hmm. Interesting.) (Michael Jordan: If we win, you give the NBA players their talent back.) (Mr. Swackhammer: But what if WE win?) (Michael Jordan: If YOU win?) (Mr. Swackhammer: Uh-huh.) (Michael Jordan, firmly: You get me.) (Monstar Pound: Good deal, boss.) (The Monstars laugh with evil glee.) (Bugs Bunny: Doc, you think that's a good ide - ?) (Michael holds his hand over Bugs's face for silence. Swackhammer blows smoke from his cigar.) (Mr. Swackhammer: You'll be our star attraction. You'll sign autographs all day long...and play one on one with the paying customers. And you'll always lose. Do we have a deal?) (Michael Jordan, extending his hand: Deal.) (Michael shakes Mr. Swackhammer's beefy hand. As soon as the wicked alien lumbers off, Bugs runs over to Michael.) (Bugs Bunny: I don't think you shoulda done that, Doc.) (Michael Jordan: I have faith in my team.)"

- Michael Jordan making a deal with Mr. Swackhammer to help his team. "(Nick Wilde is walking a stroller. Finnick is disguised as a baby, snoring. Judy Hopps rolls up to him in her police cruiser.) (Judy: Hi! Hello! It's me again.) (Nick: Hey, it's Officer Toot-Toot.) (Judy, with a laugh: No. Actually, it's Officer Hopps, and I'm here to ask you some questions about a case.) (Nick: What happened, meter maid? Did someone steal a traffic cone? It wasn't me.) (Judy zooms over to Nick and blocks his path.) (Nick: Hey, Carrots. You're gonna wake the baby. I gotta get to work.) (Judy hops out of her cruiser and trots over to Nick.) (Judy: This is important, sir. I think your ten dollars worth of popsicles can wait.) (Nick, with a scoff: I make two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred and sixty five days a year since I was twelve. And time is money. Hop along.) (Judy, holding up the picture of Emmit Otterton: Please, just look at the picture. You sold Mr. Otterton a pawpsicle, right? Do you know him.) (Nick, slyly: I know everybody. And I also know that somewhere, there's a toy store missing its stuffed animals, so why don't you get back to your box?) (That does it.) (Judy, putting her foot down: Fine. Then we'll have to do this the hard way.) (CLANK! She slaps a parking boot on the front wheel of Nick's stroller.) (Nick: Did you just boot my stroller?) (Judy, firmly: Nicholas Wilde, you are under arrest.) (Nick, with a scoff: For what? Hurting your feewings?) (Judy: Felony tax evasion.) (She begins writing notes.) (Judy: Yeah, two hundred dollars a day, three hundred sixty five days a year since you were twelve, that's two decades times twenty, which is...one million, four hundred, sixty thousand, I think. I mean, I am just a dumb bunny, but we are good at multiplying.) (Judy examines Nick's tax file.) (Judy: Anyway, according to your tax forms, you reported, let me see here...ZERO!) (Nick is stunned.) (Judy: Unfortunately, lying on a federal form is a punishable offense. Five years jail time.) (Nick, crossing his arms: Well, it's MY word against yours.) (Judy rewinds the recording she made on her carrot pen and replays what Nick said earlier.) (Nick on recording: Two hundred bucks a day, Fluff. Three hundred and sixty five days a year since I was twelve.) (Judy: Well, it's YOUR word against yours. (sternly) And if you want this pen, you're going to help me find this poor missing otter, or the only place you'll be selling pawpsicles is the prison cafeteria. (slyly) It's called a hustle, sweetheart.)"

- Judy Hopps bargaining with Nick that he'll help her find Emmit Otterton.