Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 14. Chapter 14
Disclaimer: I do not own TaleSpin or the Disney Afternoon characters
Rebecca awoke to the sound of someone knocking on her door. She let out a huge yawn as she got up, stretched and went to answer the door.
A black mouse with big round ears stood on the threshold. He was wearing a light blue suit with a matching top hat, which he took off and bowed to Rebecca.
“Good day, ma’am,” he said in a high pitch, squeaky voice. “My name is Mickey Mouse, founder and chairman of the Organization Phoenix, at your service. I hope you’re enjoying your stay here.”
“Oh, hello, Mr. Mouse, won’t you come in?” Rebecca bowed Mickey inside.
“Why, thank you, ma’am.” Mickey said politely, as he stepped over the threshold and into the living room.
As Rebecca closed the door, she said: “I was under the impression that Mr. McDuck or Shere Khan were in charge, seeing that they give orders around here.”
“Oh, they’re in charge whenever I’m away.” Mickey said, hanging his top hat on the coat rack next to the door. As he went to sit down on the sofa, he saw it was already occupied by Kit, who was sleeping ever so peacefully, Mickey smiled and redirected his steps toward a red, slightly overstuffed armchair and sat down. “Cute kid,” he said, gesturing toward Kit. “Mathew’s son, I presume.”
“Yes, that’s—” Rebecca gasped, staring horrorstruck at the place where Kit lay.
“Is something wrong?” Mickey asked, looking worried.
“CHRIS!” she yelled, rushing over to the sofa and frantically pulled the blankets off of Kit and tossed the cushions aside as though hoping to find him hiding underneath them. “WHERE IS HE?”
Through the chaos and attack on the sofa, Kit jerked awake.
“Mom!” Kit gasped, quickly getting off of the sofa and out of her way as she continued her assault on the sofa. He backed away a few paces before asking: “What’s going on?”
She stopped, the sofa was now looking so worn and battle-scarred, you would have thought that a tiger had clawed and chewed on it. She moved toward Kit and placed her hands on his shoulders.
“Kit…” she said in a voice of forced calm, though Kit noticed that her voice trembled as she spoke. “Where’s Chris?”
Kit’s eyes were suddenly big and round, a look of panic filled his furry face.
“I… I don’t know…” He said as he moved away from Rebecca and begins to search the room.
“Oh… Where could he be?” Rebecca moaned to nobody in particular, lifting the armchair up as though hoping to find him hiding underneath. “Where could he have gone off to?”
“Perhaps, I could be of service.” Mickey offered.
Kit gasped and spun around on the spot, he only just realized Mickey was there.
“Who are you?” he asked the black mouse, looking at him with a distrustful expression.
“Mickey Mouse,” Mickey said with a bow to Kit. “Founder and chairman of the Organization Phoenix, at your service.”
Rebecca noticed Kit moving slightly behind her and understood. Being a former street kid, Kit still processes his fear of trusting adults, especially adults that are strangers to him, though that fear has slowly dissipated over time due to his relationship with Baloo, Rebecca, Wildcat, Louie and of course, his father, Mathew, the fear was still there.
As Mickey looked at Kit with concern, noticing too that he had sidestepped slightly behind Rebecca, Rebecca mouthed silently to him: “He doesn’t trust adults very well.” And Mickey nodded in understanding.
“Oh, where am I?” moaned Chris despairingly as he looked around the maze of many doors and hallways. “When I started to explore, I didn’t expect to get lost…” He sighed sadly.
And then, his left ear sprung up and wiggled as it detected a sound in the distance. He listened hard.
“Good evening, I’m Daisy Duck from What in the World, reporting live from the Organization Phoenix’s HQ. Yesterday, two villains known as Mega—Donald, hold the camera steady!”
“I’m trying, I’m trying!” said an irritated voice that seems to quack a little.
Chris followed the sound of their voices, peered around the corner and saw a white female duck with a stylish hairstyle, wearing a pink dress with matching high heels and holding a microphone in her hand. Chris craned his neck a little, the better to see who she was talking to and saw a white male duck in a blue T-shirt decorated with red flowers, balancing a heavy video camera on his shoulder.
“As I was saying,” Daisy continued, addressing the camera. “Yesterday, two villains known as Megavolt and Quackerjack had snuck into the Organization Phoenix’s secret base by stowing away on Shere Khan’s aircraft and then they escaped with the same plane they hitchhiked to get in. While escaping, they created a massive hole in the dome, flooding the place with seawater. Though thanks to the quick actions of Gizmo Duck, the hole has been repaired and the headquarters has been drained of seawater. As you look behind me, you can clearly see that the hallways are still wet and seaweeds littered the floor. No deaths or injuries had been caused by this incident (thanks goodness!)” she sighed with relief, her hand on her chest. Then she straightened up, beaming at the camera. “That is all for now. I’m Daisy Duck… And cut! Well, I guess that wasn’t so bad.”
“You were terrific, Daisy!” Donald said, beaming at his girlfriend with pride as he removed the camera from his aching shoulder. He rubbed his shoulder with a hand. “Wish we had a lighter camera…” he muttered under his breath so that Daisy could not hear him.
“Why, thank you, Donald.” Daisy said, walking over to Donald and kissing him on the beak. Donald seems to melt with passion when he received the kiss.
They looked around to see a light-brown bear cub in a blue sweater standing there, looking a little shy.
“Yes, how may we help you?” Daisy asked Chris politely, moving over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder.
“Um, well…you see…” Chris stammered, looking down at the floor.
“Well? What is it?” Donald asked impatiently, glaring at Chris. Chris seems to shrink back a little under Donald’s glares.
“Donald!” Daisy scolded him; she then smiled as she patted Chris’ head consolingly. “Don’t mind him; he’s just…well…being Donald.” She said with half a glance at her boyfriend. “Now tell me, what’s wrong?”
“I-I was just looking around a bit…and then I got lost.”
“Not my problem…” Donald grumbled.
“Donald!” Daisy snapped at him. “Would it kill you to help somebody beside me once in a while?”
“Maybe…” Donald said nastily, but then he recoiled under the murderous glare Daisy gave him. “Okay, okay! We’ll help him.” He turned to Chris. “Who are your parents?”
Daisy stared incredulously at Donald. “Isn’t it obvious, Donald?”
Donald stared at Chris for a long moment, taking in every detail of his features until it hit him! He spluttered and took a few hasty steps backward, tripped over his camera and fell flat on his back.
“You—you’re Mathew’s son…” Donald stated, raising himself up on his elbows.
Daisy rolled her eyes. Took him long enough… She then focused her attention onto Chris.
“What’s your name?” she asked kindly.
“C-Chris, Chris Cloudkicker, ma’am,” he said nervously, bowing his head slightly to show some respect.
Shy little guy, isn’t he? Daisy observed, but then again, I’m a complete stranger to him, so he has every right to be hesitant toward me and Donald.
“Well, Chris…your Dad would be Mathew, right?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am…” Chris replied, slightly less nervously.
Daisy looked at her pink wristwatch, checking the time.
“Well, around this time, he’s either in the airport room, helping the mechanics repair the planes or in his room, relaxing. We’ll check the airport room first, it’s nearer. Come on.” She took Chris by the hand and led him down the hall with Donald following along behind them.
As they approach the airport room, Mathew came walking out of it.
“Hey, Mathew!” Daisy called out to him.
Mathew turned to look at Daisy. “Oh, hi, Daisy.” He then noticed that Chris was with them, he frowned in confusion. “Chris, weren’t you suppose to be with Rebecca?”
Chris blushed in shame. “I-I was, but I snuck out when she and Kit were sleeping…”
“Chris!” Mathew said, sounding very stern. “You don’t wander off on your own, it’s dangerous! What if some bad people found you instead of Daisy?
“I-I d-didn’t think…” Chris stammered; looking panicky scared. “Please don’t hit me!” He raised his arms up in front of his face as if to protect himself from being beaten.
Mathew’s expression softened and then converted into a look concern, while Daisy and Donald were looking shocked at the bear cub’s reaction.
Mathew moved slowly closer to Chris, bent down onto his knees in front of him and embraced him consolingly.
Chris wrapped his arms around his Dad’s neck and sobbed into his shoulder.
“Shh, it’s okay, Chris… I’m not going to hit you.” Mathew whispered softly. “I would never hit you.”
Chris continue to sob into his Dad’s chest as Mathew held him tight, rocking him and whispering words of comfort to him.
“Come on, Donald.” Daisy muttered, tugging Donald’s arm. “Let’s leave them alone, this is a father and son thing…”
Donald nodded in agreement and followed her lead.
“Attention! Attention!” Gizmo Duck’s voice boomed out through the intercom. “Chris Cloudkicker, a light-brown bear cub in a blue sweater is missing, if found, please report it right away.”
Mathew kept one arm around his sobbing son as he withdrew a walkie-talkie from his jacket pocket with the other hand.
“Gizmo, this is Mathew. Cancel the search party for Chris; I got him, he’s right here, safe and sound with me.”
“Roger that.” Gizmo Duck responded. Once again, his voice boomed out through the halls, announcing that Chris has been found.
Mathew knew that there was a story behind Chris’ reaction to the thought of being physically beaten, and perhaps his sternness with Chris has brought back unbidden memories of his past. He stood up, still holding Chris in his arms; he carried him to his room and closed the door, after hanging the “Do Not Disturb” sign on the doorknob.
He walked across the room and sat on the bed, setting Chris on his lap.
“Chris…” Mathew spoke in a tenderly soft voice. “Is there something that you wanna tell me, anything that I should know?”
Chris, who was clenching to his Dad very tightly as though he thought his Dad would vanish the moment he let go, nodded his head against his Dad’s chest. His Dad’s presence made him feel safe and secured from all harm and he just didn’t want to let that feeling go.
Mathew gave him a few moments to calm down, rubbing his son’s head gently before he spoke again.
“Tell me about it, Chris, I want to know what has happened to you to make you react the way you did.”
“Dad…” Chris moaned miserably. “I hated the Jungle City Orphanage…”
A single tear drips down his cheek as he started to tell the tale.
He was five years old, humming a merry tune as he colors his picture of an airplane with a blue crayon.
“Art time is over kids, put away your things now,” said a fat, mean-looking female pig in a blue dress. Her hair was brown and tied in a tight bun at the back on her head.
I just need to color one more tail wing and then I’m done. Chris thought as he continued to color his picture, despite the instruction to put his things away.
A hand slammed right on top of his nearly completed artwork, making him jump.
“I thought I told you to put your things away!” the pig snarled at him.
“P-p-pwease, Mrs. Cole…I’m almost done… a-and then I’ll put my stuff up…” Chris stammered in a frightened voice.
The onlookers snickered, clearly enjoying watching Chris squirm under the angry glare their teacher was giving him.
The pig, Mrs. Cole, smacked him across the face with her hand!
“You stupid boy!” she yelled. “You will put your things away…when—I—tell—you—to!
The children all around them gasped, they had not expected her to slap him. Some of them only enjoy watching the others get told off for something, but watching the teacher hit one of their fellow student like that was a different story—they hated it. Others did not mind, they enjoy both the telling offs and the beatings.
Chris placed a hand on his cheek and started to cry. Mrs. Cole jerked him out of his chair by his arm, pulled him out of the classroom and into the hall.
She led to him to the closet, wherein she threw him inside, slammed the door and locked it.
“I’ll let you out when you think you can do as you’re told!”
He sat in the dark, hugging his drawn-up knees, a tear sliding down his cheek.
“Sh-sh-she d-didn’t have to slap me…” Chris sobbed to himself.
Apparently, Mrs. Cole told all the kids—both her class and other classrooms— about Chris being locked up in the closet, because most of them visited the closet, banging on the door and making monster sounds through the door, which scared Chris so badly that he let out a traumatized scream which alerted another staff member.
A motherly-looking fox came dashing up the hall toward the group of kids who were still gathered at the door of the closet, roaring and snarling like monsters.
“What is all of this?” she demanded, with a snap in her voice like a mousetrap. “Who is in there?”
The kids looked at one another and then bowed their heads. “Chris,” they said.
“Oh, my goodness!” she gasped, clutching at her heart. “You ought to be ashamed of yourselves! Go to your rooms, go on!”
They all went to their rooms with the heads still bowed.
The fox lady opened the closet to find Chris lying on his side, hugging his drawn-up knees, whimpering.
“P-pwease, make them go away…” he moaned miserably, speaking to no one in particular.
The fox lady’s heart broke at the sight of Chris. No child deserves this.
She bent down and gently scooped him up in her arms and embraced him.
“Chris, it’s okay, they’re gone now, and they won’t bother you anymore.”
“B-but she didn’t have to lock me up!” Chris cried.
“Who locked you in there?” she asked, whoever it was, she was going to file a compliant against that person.
“M-Mrs. Cole…” Chris whined before hiding his face in her chest.
“Ah…Miss Applebarn,” said a slightly distant voice.
The fox lady, Miss Applebarn turned to find herself glaring at Mrs. Cole.
“You witch!” Miss Applebarn hissed through clenched teeth, holding Chris protectively in her arms. “You locked him in the closet!”
“I had to; he was being very disobedience and needed to be punished.” Mrs. Cole said, also glaring.
“I don’t care what the reason was; you don’t go around locking children up like that!”
“I have my ways of dealing with kids and you have yours, I will punish the kids in my group any way I see fit.” Mrs. Cole said crossly. “Now, hand him over, it’s time for his spanking.”
“You’re not laying another finger on him!” Miss Applebarn shouted. “I will take this to Simba and have him to place this boy in my group!”
And with that, she turned on her heels and marched to straight to Simba’s office.
“Enter,” said a smooth, calm voice as Miss Applebarn knocked upon his door. “Ah, Miss Applebarn,” Simba said pleasantly, he was an anthropomorphic lion in a dark business suit with a red tie, and he has a red mane all around his head. He then frowned in seriousness as he noticed who Miss Applebarn was carrying. “Is there something wrong, concerning the boy?”
“Yes, sir, there is.” Miss Applebarn stated just as Mrs. Cole came bursting into the office.
“GIVE HIM BACK TO ME!” Mrs. Cole shirked as she made a move to snatch Chris out of Miss Applebarn’s arms.
Chris yelp in fright, jumped out of Miss Applebarn’s arms, ran around Simba’s desk and hid behind him.
Simba stood up, letting out a lion roar. “I will not allow you to manhandle this child, Ursula!” he bellowed, addressing Mrs. Cole.
Simba turned around and scooped Chris up into his arms and embraced him consolingly.
“There, there, kid… Shh… calm down… that’s it.” Simba spoke soothingly and gentle to him. Chris wrapped his arms around the lion’s neck and held on tight.
“Simba, I—” Ursula Cole begins.
“Silent!” Simba snarled. “I wish to speak to the boy first. Have a seat.” He gestured the two women to the chairs in front of his desk. They sat obediently and he seated himself behind his desk, setting little Chris on his lap. He smiled kindly down at him, “Tell me, Chris, what has happened to you, I noticed a handprint on your cheek,” he touched Chris’ cheek and gave it a light massage to lessen the pain. “Did one of them strike you?”
“Y-y-yes…Mrs. Cole slapped me because I wanted to finish my picture and she wanted me to put my things away.”
“You slapped this child?” Simba asked Ursula Cole, furious. “You could have given him a few more seconds to complete his artwork, but instead, you slapped him?”
“And that’s not all, she—” Miss Applebarn began but Simba silenced her with a wave of his hand.
“You will have your turn to give your account of what happened in a moment, Vanessa. But for now, I wish to hear what Chris has to say.” Simba turned his attention back to the little bear cub on his lap. “Is that all Mrs. Cole did to you?”
“No… she grabbed me and locked me in a dark, scary room full of monsters!” Chris cried, burying his face in Simba’s chest.
“Vanessa, come over here please.” Simba requested softly.
Vanessa Applebarn walked around Simba’s desk and stood by him.
Simba stood up and faced Vanessa. “From now on, this boy is in your care, your group.” He placed Chris in Vanessa’s loving and caring arms.
“Thank you, sir,” she said, grateful that Ursula could no longer harm Chris further as she accepted him into her arms.
“Not at all,” Simba said, smiling serenely. “You two may go.”
As Vanessa Applebarn left the office with Chris, a shouting match between Simba and Ursula Cole erupted from inside as she walked down the hall toward the dorm room she was in charge of. About five minutes later, the argument ended with Simba letting out a lion roar and yelling: “YOU’RE FIRED!”
—End of Chris’ Flashback—
Mathew frowned, angered by his son’s tale. Chris had been a victim of child abuse just as Kit had been. When will these people leave his sons alone?!
“I can see why you reacted like that,” Mathew said. Chris reacted the way he did because of Mrs. Cole, he knew a beating would come if she got upset or angry with him, and perhaps he expected the same treatment from everybody else. “But she didn’t bother you again, didn’t she? You said she got fired.”
“Yeah, she was fired, but she wasn’t the only one who beat up on me…” Chris said, sounding very bitter.
–Chris’ Second Flashback—
Seven-year-old Chris was lying on the ground, battered and beaten. He lay there, crying up a storm. He was surrounded by a group of bullies.
“Aw, look, the little baby’s crying,” one of them said in a mock baby voice, while shoving Chris with his toe.
“Shut up, you stupid baby!” barked another bully. But Chris just kept crying.
“I got an idea!” exclaimed a third bully, he got out some ropes and he and his friends tied Chris’ arms to his side, hooked him up to a flagpole and reeled him up to the top.
Chris looked down at the ground and for the first time in his life, his acrophobia attacked him, scaring the living daylight out of him. He let out a traumatized scream that caught Miss Applebarn’s attention, she rushed outside and saw him tied to a flagpole, screaming and acting as though he was having a panic attack.
“Oh my gosh! Chris!” she yelled, running over to the flagpole and reeling him back down. She untied him and hugged him; his body was stiff and frozen from the acrophobic trauma. She looked him over, wondering whither she should call nine-one-one.
She turned a face of fury toward the bullies.
“You three —Simba’s office –NOW!” she shouted.
Several hours later, Chris woke up to find himself in the nurse’s office. It was a few moments before he realized that his left arm was bandaged up and his head felt heavy. He reached up to touch the top of his head and felt a turban of bandages wrapped around his head.
“Ah, you’re awake…” said a smooth, calm voice. Simba walked up to the bedside and stood over Chris. “You gave us quite a fright, Mr. Cloudkicker. Did you know that you’re acrophobic?”
Chris shook his head and asked: “What’s ‘acrophobic’, sir?”
“It means that you have acrophobia.” Simba said simply. “Acrophobia is an irrational fear of heights.” Seeing the confused expression on Chris’ face, he went on: “You see, you have this fear of height, correct?”
Chris thought for a moment, remembering how unreasonably frightened he was, hanging high up on the flagpole. And then he nodded.
“And you can’t explain why you were scared…” Simba pressed on. Again, Chris nodded. “This is what a phobia is, you’re scared of something and you can’t explain even to yourself why facing the ground from thirty foot-height frightens you so.”
“NO!” Chris cried. “I can’t be scared of heights! I just can’t be!”
Simba’s face saddened. “Chris…” he placed a hand on the bear cub’s shoulder. “I know it’s your dream to become a pilot someday, but I can’t see how you’re going to managed being ten thousand feet in the air without your acrophobia attacking you—which is a real shame too, because you know more about airplanes then most of the boys your age.”
“NO! I will be a pilot someday! I will!” overcome with emotion, Chris rolled over in bed, his back to Simba and his face buried in his pillow.
“I’m sorry, Chris…” Simba murmured, gently patting the bear cub on the shoulder and then on his head before standing up and departed from the hospital wing.
His dreams of becoming a pilot crushed, Chris cried himself to sleep that night.
Five years later found twelve-year old Chris, looking a bit worn as he made his way to Simba’s office. Miss Applebarn had come to his room to inform him that his presence has been requested in Simba’s office.
“Ah, Chris… Come in, come in.” Simba said as Chris opened his office door and stepped inside. “Sit down, my boy, sit down.” He said politely, gesturing to the chair in front of his desk.
He watched as Chris moved toward his desk, noticing a slight limp in his every other step. He surveyed Chris closely as the bear cub took his seat in front of the desk, noticing a couple of bruises here and there.
“Been in another fight, I presume?” Simba asked calmly.
“I-it wasn’t my fault!” Chris stammered, looking tensed. “Amos started it! I was just—”
“Calm yourself, Chris.” Simba said gently, holding up a hand for silence. “I’m fully aware that you only fought back in self-defense, and you shall not be punished for it. As for Amos, he has been sentenced to his room for three days.”
Chris sighed with relief, glad that he was not being punished.
He had been bullied for years, up until the age of ten, when he started fighting back to defend himself. People found out quickly that he was quite a good kicker and he was pretty good with his fists as well.
“However, the fight between you and Amos is not the reason you were summoned to my office, Chris.” Simba said gently. “You are here because it has come to my attention that your father is still alive and well. And he has already been informed that you are here.”
“M-m-my Dad’s…he’s still living?” Chris was surprised and awed by this news. “But that means… I was never really an orphan….When can I meet him?”
He was sick of life in the orphanage, so he figured that anywhere else would be better then this place, even if he have to live with a father he never knew.
“You will meet him very soon. He is quite a remarkable pilot. I’m sure he’ll be happy to see you.” Simba said, smiling serenely. “He is currently living in Cape Suzette, so if you’re agreeable, we shall arrange to have you transported to Cape Suzette Orphanage, for your father’s convenience. Once there, your father will pick you up shortly after your arrival.”
“Okay!” Chris exclaimed excitedly. “I’ll go pack my stuff!”
“Before you go, Chris, here’s a little gift to remember me by.” Simba said as he withdrew a package from under his desk and handed it to Chris.
Chris took the package, ripped off the paper and opened it to reveal a light-blue sweater with a navy-blue neck collar and wrist cuffs. He stared at it for a few moments, running a hand over the soft surface of the sweater, examining every inch of it. It was his favorite colors and it felt soft and warm.
He looked up at Simba with teary eyes. “Thank you—thank you!” He threw himself at Simba and hugged him very tightly.
“Don’t mention it, Chris, don’t mention it.” Simba said quietly as he returned the embrace.
“I’ll never forget you, you or Miss Applebarn.” Chris said, wiping away a tear. He then put the sweater on over the white T-shirt he was wearing.
“Nor will we forget you, Chris. You are a special boy, one of a kind—and don’t let people tell you otherwise. Goodbye and good luck, Chris” Simba said kindly as he waved a hand to Chris, who understood himself to be dismissed.
Chris went back to his room and picked up a few items he owned—a few Flyboy Magazines— bagged them up and left the room.
“Ready to go, Chris?” Miss Applebarn asked as she stood waiting for Chris by the exit. Chris nodded and they departed the orphanage that Chris has for so long wanted to leave.
A car was waiting for him on the road. Miss Applebarn led him to the car and opened the back door. As Chris approached the car, he threw his arms around Miss Applebarn’s waist in a tight embrace. It was she who had rescued him from the cruel Mrs. Cole and it was she who came to his rescue when he was tied up high on a flagpole, so she was the closest thing to a mother he has ever known.
“I’ll miss you, Miss Applebarn.” Chris said with a sniff.
“Oh, I’ll miss you too,” she said quietly, wrapping her arms around Chris’ neck and embraced him. They hugged for a few more minutes before Miss Applebarn released him. “Time to go, Chris,” she sniffed, a tear sliding down her cheek. She stood up and opened the car door for him.
Chris didn’t want to go, not just yet, he had so many things he wanted to tell her—like how much he appreciate her and to express his gratitude toward her for saving him from Mrs. Cole. But he knew he had to go.
He moved toward the car and as he reached it, he stopped and faced Miss Applebarn one last time.
Then he did something he has never done before—he kissed Miss Applebarn on the cheek.
“Thank you, thank you…for everything.” Chris said, hoping he just said it all.
The fox-lady smiled warmly as she kissed Chris back.
“Take care of yourself, Chris…” she said as she helped Chris into the car and closed the door.
As the car took off down the road, Chris turned around in his seat and stared out of the back window. He saw Miss Applebarn waving her hand in farewell at the retreating car, holding a handkerchief to her teary eye.
Chris waved back, unsure that she could see him. Then he sat back down in his seat, wondering for, perhaps the umpteenth time, what his Dad was like and what lies ahead for him?
—End of Chris’ Second Flashback—
“All the years I’ve spent in the orphanage, Simba and Miss Applebarn were my only friends,” Chris said miserably as he finished telling his story. “All the other kids just wanted to use me as a punching bag.”
“Oh, Chris…” Mathew hissed softly, embracing his youngest son consolingly. “I’m so sorry you had to go through that, you didn’t deserve any of that.”
Chris sniffed and started to whimper. Mathew rested Chris’ head on his chest and rubbed it gently.
“If you feel lost and on your own, and far from home…” Mathew sang, holding Chris while Chris listen to his Dad sing. “You’re never alone, you know. Just think of your friends, the ones who care. They all will be waiting there… with love to share and your heart will lead you home.”
Chris thought of Simba, Miss Applebarn, his Dad, Kit, Baloo and Rebecca. True, he did not know his new family so well, but he knew that they all love him and care for him.
He tightens his embrace on his Dad. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, Chris, I love you too.”
Then there a knock on the door.
“Dad?” Kit’s voice floated in through the door outside. “Are you in there?”
“Yes.” Mathew called through the door. “My door is open, Kit, come on in.”
The door opened and Kit, followed by Baloo and Rebecca came in.
“Chris!” Kit exclaimed happily, dashing over to his brother, throwing his arms around him and embracing him very tightly. They hugged for a moment and then they broke apart. “Where were you, Chris? I was really worried about you.”
Realizing that he now has people who care for him, Chris smiled as he told Kit about his little adventure… Though there wasn’t much to tell, just that he got lost, ran into Daisy and Donald and ended up in the room with their Dad.
Kit took hold of Chris’ hand. “C’mon, bro, you haven’t met our roommates yet!” He pulled Chris toward the door and out in the hallway, leaving the three adults smiling behind them.
Author’s Note:Sorry for the long wait, been busy with Thanksgiving and all, but it’s finally here! I’ll start on chapter 15 right away. In the meantime, leave me some reviews, telling me what you thought of this chapter, bet none of you expected to see Mickey Mouse or Simba…