Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 12. Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I do not own TaleSpin or any other Disney Afternoon characters, Mathew and Chris are mine, and the rest belongs to Walt Disney!
As Mathew flew the Phoenix across the ocean, his sense of directions was telling him that they were getting close to the underwater entrance of the Organization Phoenix Headquarters.
“Hey, Baloo, go back there and strap the boys down to the bed, will ya?” Mathew said, pointing a thumb over his shoulder at the door to the cargo hold. “We’re gonna be landing in a few minutes.”
“Ya know, Matt.” Baloo said, getting up. “I still don’t like that entrance.”
“Hey, I’d use a different entrance if we had one,” Mathew said defensively. “But sadly, we don’t…I wish we did have another one though, since Chris is acrophobic… Oh, I hope he doesn’t wake up during the drop.”
“Yeah, then he’d be stuck on Kit again…” Baloo muttered as walked out of the cockpit and into the cargo hold. “Aww…” he said as he saw the two bear cubs on the bed, asleep and hugging each other. Chris seems to be seeking comfort in his embrace while Kit seems to be providing Chris with comfort and protection.
Baloo walked over to the bed and saw that the four legs of the bed were screwed to the floor and he also saw that a pair of belts was attached to the bed frame. He bent down and started to buckle them down when Kit stirred. He was sometimes a light sleeper.
“Papa Bear?” he mumbled.
“Shh…” Baloo placed a finger to his lips and then pointed down at Chris. “Don’t wanna wake him.”
Kit must have known that they were about to land, because he nodded in understanding. He moved to get up, only to be pulled back down again by a slumbering Chris. He snuggles up to Kit, with one arm over Kit’s chest, holding him down
“Go ahead and buckle me in, Baloo, it doesn’t look like I’m going anywhere.” Kit said, resting his head back on his pillow.
Baloo chuckled as he buckled the two bear cubs to the bed and tightened the belt. That done, Baloo returned to the cockpit.
“Are we all set?” Mathew asked as Baloo entered the cockpit.
“Yeah,” Baloo said as he retook his seat and buckled up.
“Alright, here we go—WHOO-HOO!” Mathew yelled as he made the plane do a back flip loop before diving nose down toward the water below. Baloo braced himself for impact with the watery waves.
The Phoenix hit the water with a great SPLASH and went beneath the surface.
The jolt of the plane as it hit the water awoken Chris and he let out a yelp and meant to sit up but could not since he was buckled in onto the bed.
“Hey! What’s going on?!” Chris asked in panic, letting go of Kit and tried to unbuckle himself but could not. He turned his head to the right to look at the round window on the opposite side of the cargo hold and saw a couple of fish swim by. “We’re underwater?!” he screamed, sounding even more panicky.
Kit threw his arm around Chris.
“Chris, calm down—”
“CALM DOWN?!” Chris shrieked; staring sideway at Kit as though he thought his older brother was crazy. “KIT, WE’RE UNDERWATER, FOR CRYIN’ OUT LOUD!”
“Chris, calm down.” Kit repeated firmly, tightening his one-arm embrace on his younger brother. “Shh, its okay, we’re in no danger. This is just how we enter the Headquarters, though I wish they’d make another entrance.”
“Headquarters?” asked Chris, looking confused. “Is Dad a member of S.H.U.S.H.?”
“No, but Darkwing said that S.H.U.S.H. and the Organization Phoenix are working together, sort of.”
“Darkwing? Darkwing Duck?!” Chris exclaimed, looking a little shocked. “You know Darkwing Duck?”
“Yeah, I know him, I met him just yesterday.” Kit replied casually as though this sort of thing was very common in his life. “He saved me from being chopped into pieces by NegaDuck and the Air Pirates…”
“Whoa…” Chris said in awe. “Makes me wonder how many more times you’re going to surprise me today.”
“Oh, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” Kit said. “Just don’t accept anything from a lady in a red dress with black hair. Morgana is her name, she’s Darkwing’s girlfriend… but her cooking stinks…literally…She put worms and dung beetles in her cookies…”
“Oh, gross!” exclaimed Chris, looking disgusted. “Yuck! That is nasty! Thanks for the warning.”
A few moments later, they had entered the cave and into the Headquarters. After they were safely inside the Headquarters and the plane had been turned off, Baloo and Mathew entered the cargo hold.
“Here we are, boys.” Mathew said, walking over to his cubs and unbuckling them. “Sorry I scared you there, Chris, but we don’t have any other entrance.”
“I know, Dad. Kit told me, so it’s okay.” Chris said, smiling up at his Dad.
“Come on guys, I can’t wait to see what Wildcat and Gadget done to the Sea Duck.” Baloo said, opening the back hatches and walking out
They all exited the Phoenix and walked through the airport room and they stopped in front of the Sea Duck… or rather, what used to be the Sea Duck.
Baloo stopped dead in his tracks; his expression was a mingled horror and shock. The Sea Duck lay in pieces before his eyes, looking like nothing but a pile of yellow metals. He stood there, frozen in shock for and moment and then—
“MY BABY!” Baloo shrieked, running over to the remains of the Sea Duck in utter despair. He picked up the flight stick from the ground, fell to his knees and hugged it, sobbing as he did so.
Kit watched him with a strong reminder of the full week Baloo spent moping when he lost the Sea Duck to the Lightning Gun while saving Cape Suzette.
“Oh, Baloo…” Kit said sympathetically, walking up to the large pilot and patting him consolingly on the shoulder.
“She was a great plane, wasn’t she, Lil Britches?” Baloo asked sadly.
“The best, she was the best, Papa Bear.” Kit said, equally sad.
Chris watched from a ten-foot distance, noticing how Kit refers to Baloo as ‘Papa Bear’ and made a mental note to ask Kit for the reason behind his nickname for Baloo later.
Baloo stared sadly at the flight stick in his hand and then his face was contoured with rage and his sharp teeth were bared.
Standing up, he growled: “What happened?! Who did this?!” he gestured at the big pile of yellow metals that had once been his faithful plane.
Like a deer caught in the headlights, Gadget stood stiff as a board, a look of terror frozen on her face. With one swift movement, she directed a whole arm and pointed at Wildcat, who sat in a corner, playing with his tools and talking to them.
“Grr…Wildcat…” Baloo growled as he marched slowly toward Wildcat, rolling up his sleeves as he went.
“Hey, take it easy, Papa Bear.” Kit said as he ran to get in front of Baloo and attempted to push him back with both hands on his great belly.
Baloo ignored him and continued marching on, causing Kit to slide backward on his feet.
“Baloo! I’m sure he didn’t mean it…” Kit said, still trying to prevent Baloo from getting any closer, but with no success.
“I didn’t mean what?” Wildcat asked innocently, looking from his hammer to the pair of them, obviously oblivious to what Baloo was about to do.
“You—you—you—” Baloo was so angry, he was speechless.
“Baloo!” Kit cried desperately.
Once again, Baloo ignored him and proceed to move closer to Wildcat.
“You destroyed my plane, man!” Baloo yelled at him.
“I did?!” Wildcat asked, stretching his head in bewilderment.
“Oh, that tears it!” Baloo growled.
“Baloo!—STOP!” Kit yelled, pushing Baloo as hard as he could, his yell caught Mathew’s attention who was busy putting the golf cart away.
Baloo drew back a fist and threw it at Wildcat!
“Baloo—NO!” Kit cried, jumping in front of Wildcat and was hit in the jaws by Baloo’s fist, which was meant for Wildcat and the poor bear cub fell onto the ground.
Instant regret jolted Baloo back to his senses as he saw Kit sprawled on the floor, holding the side of his face, gasping and whimpering.
“Oh no, Kit! I’m—” Baloo begins, but a look from Kit’s screaming and tearful eyes rendered him speechless with remorse, a tight knot in his throat.
Still holding his swollen cheek, Kit stood up and dashed out of the airport room, sobbing.
“Kit, wait!—OW!” Baloo cried as someone kicked him on the leg. He clutched it and looked down to see an angry-looking Chris.
“You hurt him!” Chris yelled at him. “He looks up to you and you hurt him!”
“Chris, I—” Baloo begin but Chris gave him an angry glare and then ran off after Kit.
“Kit! Wait up!” Chris called after his brother as he chased after him.
Baloo sighed sadly. “I didn’t mean ta hit him—OW!” he cried as someone punched him in the jaws, causing his head to jolt sideway. Holding his cheek, he looked at the person who had hit him; it was Mathew, glaring angrily at him.
“I can’t believe you did that!” Mathew snarled.
“I didn’t mean ta hit him, Matt…”
“Well you did!” Mathew snapped at him. “You’d better hope he doesn’t have a broken jaw after that!”
“I do…” Baloo said, looking shamefully down at the floor. “With all my heart…”
Meanwhile, Kit was running aimlessly down the hall, tears were still flowing out of his eyes.
“Kit, stop!” yelled Chris’ voice from a distance, still chasing after him but he ignored Chris and kept on running.
How could you, Baloo? After all the time we’ve been together, how could you just lose control and hit me like that?
He was not paying attention to where he was going and he ran into something very solid.
“Oof!” Kit grunted as he fell backward onto the ground.
“Oh!” cried a female voice. Looking up, Kit saw Rebecca standing over him, looking down at him with concern. “Kit, are you alright?”
She held out a hand and helped Kit to his feet. No sooner was Kit back on his feet then he threw his arms around Rebecca’s waist, hid his face and cried.
“Kit…” Rebecca said softly, bending down to his height and hugging him consolingly. “What’s the matter?”
But Kit was sobbing too much to give her a clear answer.
“Shh…it’s okay, calm down…” Rebecca said softly, holding him and rocking him. It was then that she noticed another bear cub standing there a few yards away. “Oh, hello, you must be Chris.”
“Um…yes ma’am.” Chris said shyly, bowing to her.
“I’m Rebecca Cunningham.” Rebecca said as she stroked Kit’s head. “Do you know why Kit is upset?” she asked Chris.
“Yes, ma’am,” Chris said. “Baloo hit him.”
“WHAT?!” Rebecca exclaimed furiously.
“Yeah, got him in the face.” Chris went on.
Rebecca held Kit at arm’s length to examine his face and saw a black bruise on the right side of his face and his cheek was swollen.
“Oh my goodness, Kit. Come on, we gotta get the swelling down.”
She led Kit by the hand back to her room and Chris followed. When they were in her room, she motioned for them to sit down on the sofa and they walked over to the sofa and sat while she went to the bathroom.
Chris looked sideway at his brother and saw that Kit’s head was bowed and tears were still leaking out of his eyes. He placed an arm around Kit’s shoulders in an attempt to comfort him.
As soon as Kit felt his brother’s arm around him, he leaned sideway and rested his head on Chris’ shoulder. Chris took advantage of this moment to lift Kit’s cap off his head and placing it aside and then he hugged Kit, rubbing the back of Kit’s head with one hand.
Chris saw that under the cap, he and Kit were totally identical with the exception of his blue eyes and the hairs on the back of his head were longer then Kit’s.
“Kit, ar-are you going to be okay?” Chris asked, still rubbing Kit’s head.
“Yeah… I’ll be okay, but it hurts.” Kit replied, rubbing his swollen cheek.
“I know, but on the bright side, you took the punch a lot better then I would’ve done.”
Kit managed a small smile as he sat up straight.
“Thanks for trying to cheer me up.”
“Okay, you leave me no choice…” said Chris, and then he tackled Kit on the sofa and started tickling him. “I’ll only stop when you’re cheered up!” he said loudly over Kit’s screams of laugher.
“HA, HA, HA, HA! Okay, okay! Ha, ha, ha! I’m happy! See?” Kit attempted a grin but it looks more like a pained grimace.
“Does it hurt to smile?” Chris asked, suddenly concerned and he stopped tickling Kit and helped him back into a sitting position.
“Yeah…” Kit muttered, rubbing his cheek with a hand.
Rebecca returned to the living room with an icepack.
“Here, Kit…” she said, sitting down on the sofa beside him and gently placed the icepack onto Kit’s right cheek. He gasped, winced and jerked back. “I know, I know it hurts, Kit, but we got to get the swelling down.” She tried again and this time, he gasped and winced but he did not jerked away.
After a few moment, Kit placed a hand on the icepack to hold it there himself.
“Oh, when I get my hands on Baloo, he’s going to get more then a busted eardrum!” Rebecca fumed.
“Mom, in Baloo’s defense, he didn’t mean to hit me.” Kit said. “We came back from getting Chris and we found the Sea Duck in pieces. Baloo got mad and tried to hit Wildcat, not me. I just…got in the way.”
“Oh, sweetie,” Rebecca hugged Kit. “If you knew it was an accident, why were you so upset?”
“Because…we’ve been through so much together, I thought—I thought that he’d lay off of Wildcat…for me…it made me wonder how strong our bond really is.”
“Kit?” Chris whispered in Kit’s ear. “Did Dad marry this lady? Because I noticed you calling her ‘Mom.'”
“No, Chris, they’re engaged,” Kit explained. “And Miss Cunningham is like a Mom to me anyway, so I went ahead and call her that.”
Chris looked Rebecca with wide eyes, shocked with his jaws dropping
“Oh, wow…” he said faintly, and then he playfully punched Kit on the arm. “Will you stop surprising me?”
Kit just gave him a sheepish grin, as Chris looked Rebecca up and down as though trying to determine if she was the right size.
“Dad got good taste in women then…” Chris commented, still looking her up and down as though inspecting her. “And by the way she acts with you, I’d say she make a great Mom.”
“Well, thank you, Chris,” Rebecca said smiling.
There was a knock on the door and Rebecca stood up from the sofa, strode across the room and opened the door.
Baloo stood on the threshold, his head bowed in shame. He was holding his cap in his hands, twisting it.
“Hey, Becky…” he said in a low voice which sounded like he had a bad cold. “Can I see Kit a minute? I want ta apologize…”
Rebecca was tempted to scowl at him, tell him firmly ‘no!’ and slam the door in his face. However, she could not find it in her heart to do so as she saw how miserable and remorseful Baloo appeared.
“Of course, Baloo.” Rebecca said, standing aside to let him in. “Kit, Baloo’s here and he has something to say.”
“Okay, Mom.” Kit looked over at the large gray bear and watched him approach him and Chris.
Chris jumped off the sofa and stood in front of Baloo, blocking his path.
“You stay away from him!” Chris snarled up at Baloo. “I won’t let you hurt him again!” Chris clearly has a heart of gold and the bravery of a lion when it comes to protecting those he loves. In the short time they have been together, Chris has grown attached to his elder brother and loves him deeply.
Baloo stopped in his tracks, his head bowed, looking rejected and defeated as he slowly turn on his heels and begin to walk out of the room.
“Baloo…” Kit spoke up. “…wait…don’t go.” Baloo stopped and stood there with his back to Kit and Chris. “Just…tell me whatever it is that you came to say.”
At this, Baloo actually broke down, falling to his knees in tears. He covered his eyes with his hand, a sob escaped his lips.
“Baloo?” Kit sounded concerned; he ducked around Chris and walked over to the large whimpering bear. “Baloo…” he reached out to Baloo and placed a hand on his back. “Are you okay?”
“Oh, Kit!” Baloo cried as he sprung around on his knees, threw his arms around the bear cub and gave him a big bear hug. “I’m sorry, Lil Britches, I didn’t mean ta hit ya…”
Kit wrapped his arms around Baloo’s neck and patted his shoulder sympathetically.
“It’s okay, Papa Bear, I forgive you.” Kit whispered in Baloo’s ear, while hugging the large gray bear.
Chris stood a short distance away, looking on the scene before him with a mixture of bewilderment and surprise, possibly wondering how Kit could be so forgiving.
Baloo and Kit shared a warm and loving embrace for a few moments, neither seems to want to let go. Finally, the broke apart.
“Lil Britches…” Baloo spoke, cupping Kit’s chin very gently to avoid hurting his sore jaw, and had Kit to look him in the eyes. “I promise I won’t ever hit ya again. I never wanted ta hurt you.”
“I know, Baloo, I know.” Kit said as he embraced Baloo again. “I love you, Papa Bear.”
Baloo gently wrapped his arms around Kit’s waist and returned the embrace.
Standing by the doorway, Rebecca watched this scene with a tear sliding down her cheek; she wiped it away with a finger, truly touched by this beautiful moment.
Chris tapped Kit on the shoulder while he was still sharing a warm embrace with Baloo.
“Uh, Kit?” he said.
“Yeah, Chris?” Kit asked as he and Baloo broke apart, and he turned to look at Chris.
“Um…were you adopted or something?” Chris asked. “Before Dad found you I mean.”
“No…” Kit replied.
“Then why are you calling Baloo ‘Papa Bear’?”
Kit looked up over his shoulder at Baloo and smiled before he answered.
“Because, Chris, before I met him, I had nobody.” Kit said. “I was just a lonely kid, having just escaped life with Air Pirates. While on the run from them, I ran into Baloo, and then I took refuge on his plane. I half-expected him to turn me in to the police, but instead he welcomed me with open arms into his plane, took me to his place and gave me a home, he and Mom both gave me a home. To me, Higher for Hire is my home, where I belong. And after being with Baloo for a few days, I couldn’t help admiring him, we were best of friends. Baloo took care of me and accepted me, even though I was once a Pirate…”
Kit stopped speaking and looked up at Baloo who smiled warmly down at him.
“No one has ever accepted me like Baloo did in a very long time.” Kit continued. “I told him how I didn’t have a home or a family and how I hooked up with Carnage a year before we met at Louie’s…and you know what he said to me?”
Chris shook his head.
“I think I said ‘hey, forget about them, Lil Britches.'” Baloo cut in, placing a hand on Kit’s shoulder and reciting the exact words he said to Kit on the flight to rescue Rebecca and Molly from the Air Pirates. “‘From now on, you’re with me. We’re buddies, pals, a team.'”
“No one has ever said anything like that to me before;” Kit said, a tear sliding down his cheek as he told his most fond memory to his brother, the memory was still very touching to him. “He cared about me as if I were his son. I hesitated and then said the only thing I could think of at the time…I said ‘thanks Papa Bear.’ And I’ve been calling him that ever since.”
“Oh…” Chris said, for some reason he was looking ashamed of himself as he looked down at the floor. “I’m sorry I kicked you, Baloo…”
“Aw, don’t worry about it, Chris,” Baloo said, patting Chris on the shoulder. “You were only looking out for Kit, that’s all, I understand.”
“You kicked Baloo?” Kit asked Chris incredulously.
“Yeah…” Chris replied, still looking at the floor. “He hit you and it made me mad to see you get hurt, so I kicked him.”
“Ya know, Chris…” Baloo said, rubbing his leg. “You should be on a Soccer team or something, cuz that was one powerful kick you got there.”
“You really think so?” asked Chris excitedly. “Cuz I wanna play Soccer!”
Just then the door to the apartment opened and Mathew walked in, holding a video tape in his hand.
“Baloo, I’ve just been to the security room and…well…we got a problem…” He held up the tape and walked over to the TV, popped the tape into the VCR and played the tape.
A duck in a clown suit and a rat in a yellow jumper suit with a big red battery strapped to his back appeared on screen.
“Hey, I know those guys!” Chris exclaimed. “They’re Megavolt and Quackerjack! How did they get in here?”
“We don’t yet know, but watch and see what they do.” Mathew said.
They watched as Quackerjack on screen gestured for Megavolt to follow him.
“Come on, Sparky…” Quackerjack said in a taunting voice. “Hurry up before they come back!”
“Don’t call me Sparky!” Megavolt snarled. “And I’m coming!”
The two villains walked up to the Sea Duck and stopped to look at it.
“Are you sure this is the right plane?” Megavolt asked.
“Of course, I’m sure!” Quackerjack insisted. “This is a Conwing L-sixteen and NegaDuck said that the Phoenix was a Conwing L-sixteen.”
“Okay, if you say so…” Megavolt said, sounding doubtful. “But I thought the Phoenix was suppose to be red…not yellow.”
“Who cares?” Quackerjack said impatiently. “Maybe those two mechanics painted it or something.” He withdrew a couple of toy teeth that were moving, biting at the air on their own accord! “Time to work our magic…Sparky…” He said the nickname for Megavolt in an even more taunting tone.
That done it, Megavolt flared with electricity. He raised his arms to the Sea Duck.
“DON’T CALL ME SPARKY!” he screamed as lightning shot out of his fingertips and zapped the plane. The plane glowed with an electric aura and then all the bolts and screws that held the plane together came flying out!
With no bolts or screws to hold it together, the plane came crashing into pieces onto the floor. Then Megavolt turned around and looked up at the camera and zapped it and the screen went blank with statics
Baloo stood there, frozen in shock. If it was bad enough to see the Sea Duck in pieces, it was nothing compare to watching it happen. Then a face of rage replaced his face of shock.
“Ooh, when I get through with that guy, he’ll be able to count all his teeth on one finger!” Baloo fumed, marching out of the apartment and slamming the door behind him.
The Cloudkickers and Rebecca stared at the door through which Baloo had exited the apartment.
“Dad?” Kit spoke up. “What will become of the Sea Duck?” He had loved that plane as much as Baloo did and he was sad that a great classic like the Sea Duck had been reduced to rubbles
“Well…” Mathew said, smiling. “By this time tomorrow, the Sea Duck will be up and ready for a test flight, if I’m correct about Wildcat’s speedy repair capabilities, that is. I gave Gadget and Wildcat the blueprints to the Phoenix, so they should have it back together and modify it with the overdrive module and engine coolers so that it’ll be like my plane.”
“Baloo will like that,” said Kit, he then yawned, he didn’t get his nap out on the plane because Baloo woke him up in the middle of it. “I’m going to take a nap. Mom, can I sleep on your couch?”
“Sure honey,” Rebecca replied softy.
Kit walked back over to the sofa and laid down. Chris, who was as tired as Kit and he too didn’t get his nap out, joined him on the sofa and the two brothers fell asleep with one arm around each other…
I realize that it’s been awhile since I last updated, but in my defense, I had a virus and my computer had to be cleaned out. Also I had some writer’s block spells sometimes. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter.
You’re probably wondering by now what does Mathew Cloudkicker and Chris Cloudkicker sound like.
Well here’s your answer:
Mathew Cloudkicker’s voice sounds like Simba (from the Lion King II.) So the voice actor for Mathew Cloudkicker would be Mathew Broderick.
Chris Cloudkicker sounds a little like Kit, except his voice is slightly higher then Kit’s. I am told that even as an adult, R.J. William can still do the voice of Kit, so R.J. William would be the voice actor for both Kit and Chris.