Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 10. Chapter Ten: Romance is in the Air
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Romance is in the Air
Kit walked into the room Duckworth had indicated, the door closed behind him as he entered. He looked around the room.
Three white teenage ducklings were in the room, each wearing different color. One was wearing a blue shirt and shorts with a white shirt over his blue one, which he left unbuttoned from top to bottom. Another one was dressed in similar fashion as the one in blue, except his was red instead of blue. The last one was wearing a green sleeveless muscle shirt, shorts and a big green cap, which he wore backward.
The one in blue was sitting on a bed in the corner with a pair of headphone on his head, listening to music and reading an educational-looking book.
The one in red was leaning against the wall, looking cool as he flips through his comic book.
The one in green was hanging off the edge of the couch upside down, reading a superhero-type comic.
All three of them looked rather bored to Kit, who cleared his throat to announce his present. They glanced up at him and then went back to their reading.
“Um, hi,” Kit waved his hand a little, he was uncertain about these three roommates; they were hardly talking or doing much of anything. “I’m Kit, Kit Cloudkicker.”
“Huey,” the red one stated his name without looking at him from his comic.
“Dewey,” said the one in blue.
“Louie,” said the one in green, he continue reading his comic, a moment later, his head jerked up, his eyes widened. “What did you say your name was?”
“Um… Kit, Kit Cloudkicker.” Kit repeated.
Louie rolled off the couch, stood up and approached Kit. He was about the same height as Kit, despite being two years older than the bear cub. He stood close to Kit, examining his features.
“Hey, you’re Mathew’s son, aren’t you?” asked Louie, leaning over Kit, looking at his face closely.
Kit leaned back to put some space between himself and Louie.
“Yeah…” Kit said shyly.
Louie smiled and shook Kit’s hand. “Nice to finally meet you, Kit.”
Kit noticed Huey and Dewey were looking at him with interest.
“So you’re the one he’s been looking for…” Dewey said, he has closed his book and taken off his headphones and moved toward Kit.
Louie placed an arm around Kit’s shoulder. “Kit, something tells me we’re going to be great pals.”
“Yeah,” Dewey said, placing an arm over Kit’s other shoulder, so that the bear cub was now squeezed between two teenage ducklings. “So, you’re into airplanes, right?”
“Into it?” exclaimed Kit enthusiastically. “I’m all over them! Flying’s my life’s dream, I sleep it, I dream it and I think about it once every ten seconds at least!”
Louie chuckled: “Like father, like son.”
Without warning, Louie pounced on Kit and they fell onto the floor.
Louie then sat on Kit’s stomach, holding him down while he tickles Kit’s armpits
Kit started laughing loudly; tossing around under Louie, squirming to get away with his legs kicking in all directions.
“Ha, ha, ha, ha! No, please stop, Louie!—HA, HA, HA, HA!”
“Hey Dewey, come over here and help me out.” Louie called over to his brother from a five-foot distance.
“I’d rather not,” Dewey said, watching Kit scream with laughter and squirming to get away from Louie with no success, Louie worked out daily, ergo he was stronger. “And don’t tickle him for too long, Louie; it could hurt his throat and his lungs.”
“Aw come on, Dewey, just tickle his feet…I’ll give you five bucks,” begged Louie.
Dewey sighed, this was not his style.
“Okay, I’ll do it… on one condition…I tickle his feet for ten seconds then we both stop, deal?”
“Deal!” Louie said
Dewey, my savior… sort of… Kit thought.
Dewey came up to the pair of them, got down on his knees, grasped one of Kit’s ankles and held it steady.
“Sorry, Kit but I’m flat broke here,” he said in a remorseful voice.
With Louie tickling his armpits and Dewey tickling his feet, Kit screamed with laughter more loudly than before. So loudly that he could not hear Dewey doing the countdown.
“…Three…two…one! Okay, stop!” Dewey stopped tickling Kit’s feet while Louie stopped tickling his armpits and removed himself from Kit’s stomach.
Kit lay there, panting and gasping for breaths. Even though he hated being tickled, he knew that they were just playing with him and he liked them no less.
“That’ll be five bucks, pay up!” Dewey demanded of Louie, holding out a receiving hand.
“Uh, do I have to pay you now?” asked Louie nervously.
“Yes, now.” Dewey said firmly, still holding his hand out for the loot.
“Can I just write you an I.O.U. or something and pay you later?” asked Louie, more nervously still.
Dewey put his hand down. “Wait, are you trying to tell me that you do not have the five dollars you promised me?” he sounded indignant.
“Heh, heh, yeah…” Louie was sweating by this time. “Sorry, bro…”
Dewey moved over to Kit and helped the bear cub to his feet.
“Sorry about that,” Dewey said to Kit, brushing him off a bit. “But I’ll make it up to you by helping you get revenge.” He and Kit shared an evil grin as they turn to face Louie and crept slowly up to him.
“Uh, guys…why are you looking at me like that?” Louie asked nervously, backing away. “Oh c’mon guy, this isn’t funny! Huey, a little help over here…please!”
“Sorry, bro, but I’m not going to get involved in this.” Huey said with a cool expression, without looking up from his comic book. “You got yourself in this mess and you’re going to have to handle this on your own.”
“A wise choice, Huey.” Kit commented as he and Dewey closed in on Louie. Then they jumped at Louie, who screamed before he was tackled to the ground!
Kit started tickling Louie’s feet while Dewey tickled his armpits.
“Ha, ha, ha! C’mon, bro—heh, heh, heh—I said I’m sorr—HA! HA, HA, HA!—sorry! I’ll pay you later! Ha, ha, ha!” Louie kicked and squirmed but Dewey and Kit had a firm hold on him.
“Sorry, bro, no dice!” said Dewey as he and Kit continue their tickle torture on Louie. After a while, they stopped tickle-torturing Louie and got off him.
“Oh, and by the way, I’m telling Uncle Scrooge that you owe me five bucks, so he’ll give me your next allowance.”
“Aw man…” Louie groaned despairingly as he got up. “And I had my eye on the next edition of the Mantice Boy comic.”
“Should have thought of that before you promised me five bucks.” Dewey said.
Kit smiled at this scene and found himself wishing he had a brother.
Thus, Kit and the Duck brothers became fast friends and talked about many things, including about how Mathew rescued them as kids, and Kit got to meet the fourth roommate—Honker Muddlefoot, who came into the room, carrying a computer for him and Dewey to play games on. They got it all set up and begin to play. They invited Kit play along with them, Kit accepted their invitation and sat down next to them.
They were playing a space game, where they had to fly through space while avoiding the space rocks, but Honker and Dewey kept crashing!
“Here, Kit, you try.” Dewey said, handing Kit the controller. “Being the son of a successful aviator, this should be a piece of cake for you.”
“Okay, thanks.” Kit took the controller, gave the rocket more speed, and flew in fast circles around the space rocks, avoiding every single one of them!
Honker and Dewey watched in amazement. For someone who never even heard, seen or touch a video game before, Kit was beyond good! He wasn’t even halfway through the level when his score went up higher than both of theirs combined!
“How are you doing that?” Honker asked. “We tried that before and the first rock hit us head-on!”
“Yeah.” Dewey agreed. “You’re going at top speed and haven’t been hit once!”
“Well, the trick is to stay focus on every rock,” Kit explained. “And the faster the plane—err rocket goes, the easier it is to make sharp turns and barrel rolls to avoid those rocks.”
“Wow…” Honker and Dewey said in awe as they witness Kit’s natural-born talents of aviation, soon Kit won the game with a score of seven million, a score that Honker and Dewey knew they could never achieve…
—LATER THAT EVENING—
In the dining hall, Mathew was dressed in a tuxedo, examining himself in the mirror while he straightens his black bowtie. He had requested private use of the dining hall and had asked Chip and Dale to help him with his plans.
The door to the kitchen opened and Chip stuck his head in.
“Everything’s ready, Mathew.”
“Thanks, Chippers, I owe you one.” Mathew grinned. He looked around the dimly lit room, a dinner table stood in the middle of the dining hall, looking very romantic with the candle light shining on top of it.
Just then, another chipmunk wearing a red Hawaiian T-shirt came in, escorting the woman of his dream into the room.
“Right this way, ma’am.” Dale said; he then cast Mathew a shocked expression that plainly said: She is way out of your league! To which, Mathew grinned.
Rebecca Cunningham walked into the room in a beautiful white dress, looking pleasantly surprised to see that Mathew was her date.
Mathew took her hand and kissed it.
“Rebecca, you look lovely tonight.” He said in a deep romantic voice.
“You don’t look so bad yourself, flyboy.” Rebecca chuckled.
Mathew waved an arm toward the table. “Shall we dine?”
“Why, yes, we shall.”
They moved toward the dinner table, Mathew pulled Rebecca’s chair out for her.
“Thank you, Mathew,” she said as she sat down. Mathew moved around the table and took his seat. “Well, I take it that you owe Chip ‘n Dale a favor for this.” Rebecca said.
“Oh yeah, after this, I’ll have to serve them when they want to have a romantic dinner with Gadget… So, how’s Molly?”
“Oh she’s fine, she’s staying with a friend for the week, I’m going to have to go and bring her here by the weekend. How’s Kit doing?”
“I checked on him about a half hour ago, and he seems to be doing fine. He made a few new friends and he seems to be having some fun with them.”
“Good for him.”
At that moment, their meal arrived, brought to them by Chip. Dale brought them two glasses of iced water.
Rebecca and Mathew looked down at their plates and licked their lips at the sight of the delicious-looking meal in front of them, which was steak, baked potato, mixed vegetables and a delicious-looking buttered roll.
“Oh Mathew, you sure know how to charm a lady.” Rebecca said, smiling pleasantly as she picked up her fork and begin to eat.
Mathew chuckles at her comment.
After dinner, Mathew and Rebecca got up from the table and moved to the middle of the room. Mathew snapped his fingers and the light dimmed and soft romantic music started to play.
Mathew bowed to Rebecca, holding out a hand to her. “May I have this dance?”
“Of course.” Rebecca said, smiling as she and Mathew joined hands and started to do a slow dance.
As the song ended and they stop dancing, Mathew got down on one knee, holding her hand. He took a small box out of his pocket and flipped it open to reveal a diamond ring.
“Rebecca, would you marry me?”
Rebecca’s eyes widened in surprise. “Oh, Mathew, isn’t this kind of sudden?”
“Yeah, I’m not usually the type to ask for someone’s hand in marriage after the first date,” Mathew admitted. “But you’re different, I loved you ever since we were seventeen and I have never stopped loving you. I couldn’t help but ask you now, I have loved you for so long…I just couldn’t wait another minute.”
“Aw, that’s so sweet.” Rebecca cooed. She bend down and kissed him on the lips. “And the answer is yes.” She took the ring, fitted it on her finger and held her hand up to see how it looks on her.
Mathew nearly fainted at her answer!
“Really? You mean it?” he asked eagerly.
“Yes.” Rebecca replied simply.
“YAAAA-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO!” Mathew yelled in celebration, sounding just like Goofy! He jumped up and did the victory dance.
Rebecca giggled at the sight of Mathew dancing.
“I had lovely time, Mathew but I have to get back to my room.” Rebecca said.
“I’ll escort you to your room.” Mathew said, offering his arm to her.
“Thank you, Mathew,” she took his arm in hers and they departed the dining hall for her room.
Rebecca opened her door and stood in the doorframe, facing Mathew.
“Goodnight, flyboy,” she chuckled.
“Goodnight, boss lady.” Mathew said with a pleasant smile on his face. He then lean forward and Rebecca did the same, preparing to kiss lips-to-lips—but then…
“AHHHHH-HOOO-HOOO-HOOO!” yelled a voice.
Someone came soaring through the hall toward them on a pair of rocket-powered roller-skates and crashed right into Mathew, plowing him into the wall!
“Mathew!” Rebecca yelled, she hurried over to him as the dust around him cleared and she saw that a black bloodhound with two buckteeth was sprawled across Mathew. Mathew was lying there with his back to the dented wall, looking dazed with tiny little airplanes flying in circles around his head. “Are you okay?”
Still dazed, Mathew replied in a high pitch, childlike voice: “Yes, Mommy, but I got a boo-boo…” He shook his head like a dog trying to rid itself of water. “Uh, what just happened?” he asked, sounding normal again.
“This nincompoop crash landed into you!” Rebecca said angrily.
Mathew looked at the bloodhound lying across his laps. The bloodhound grinned and waved sheepishly.
“Gawrsh, sorry Mathew,”
“Goofy, what were you doing?” Mathew asked as he and the bloodhound got up.
The one called Goofy had difficulties in keeping himself steady on his roller-skates.
“Oh, just makin’ sure these are safe for Maxie to use,” Goofy replied. “These rockets required parental inspection.” He said seriously.
“I’d never let Kit have those rollerblades…” Mathew said. “Those are too dangerous.”
“Yeah, you’re right, well see ya tomorrow, ah-yuk!” Goofy took off the rollerblades and walked off, he reached the end of the hall and stopped. “Oh, I almost forgot.” He turned around and walked back to Mathew, holding out an official-looking envelope. “This is for you, Matt.”
“Thanks, Goof.” Mathew accepted the envelope and pocketed it.
“No problem, Matt. Well see ya later, alligator, ah-yuck!” And with that, Goofy walked off.
“Who in their right mind would let a guy like that in the Organization?” Rebecca asked in a whisper. “He’s so clumsy and goofy…”
“Yeah, but he means well.” Mathew said with a shrug. “Now where were?—Oh, I think I remember.” He chuckled as he lean forward to kiss Rebecca goodnight. His love for her seems to increase every time they kissed.
Mathew and Rebecca kissed for a long moment before they broke apart.
“Goodnight, flyboy.” Rebecca said with a loving expression as she backed into her room and closed the door.
Mathew stood there with a dazed look on his face before he shook his head like a dog trying to rid itself of water again.
“Goodnight, Rebecca.” He whispered to her door before heading down the hall toward his room.
As he entered his room, which had pictures and posters all over the walls (most of which are of Kit when he joined Daring Dan Dawson’s air circus, and some are of the Phoenix when it just came out, before he added the flame stickers on it.)
He took the envelope out of his pocket and glanced at the sender’s address. His heart sank, his body went numb with dread and his brain turned icy cold when he read the sender’s address.
The Cape Suzette Child Welfare Department.
P.O. Box 479 Khan St.
Cape Suzette, US Land,
Oh, no, they’re not going to take Kit away from me, are they?! Mathew thought in panic, forgetting that he already have full custody of Kit. Don’t tell me they found out about the encounter with NegaDuck…is this gonna say: “your occupation is a danger to minor Kit Cloudkicker and therefore he will be removed from your care to be place in a safer place, away from dangerous criminals”? Oh, no, please, no!
Mathew looked down at the envelope, feeling scared and tensed. He gulped and slowly opened the envelope with trembling hands…