Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 16. Chapter 16
Disclaimer: I do not own TaleSpin or the other Disney shows
Mickey Mouse was standing in front of the television in his study, watching the News reporting that the Shadow Creatures, brought to life by Magica De Spell’s magic, was attacking cities after cites, leaving them in ruins. He watched with a very serious expression.
“These black creatures appeared out of nowhere and now we’re under attack!” cried the distressed reporter, a male yellow lab dog with brown hair on top of his head. Then a Shadow Creature grabbed the reporter by the arm, who shirked like a girl and cried: “Hey! Lemme go! AAAHHHH!” Then the screen went into statics…
“This must be stopped at all cost.” Mickey stated solemnly as he turned off the television and moved over to his wardrobe and opening it. Taking off his light-blue suit and top hat and putting on his red wizard robe and his blue pointed wizard’s hat with stars on it. “Time to work my magic.” He said, rolling up his sheaves and preparing to perform some serious magic.
Kit was leading his brother, Chris back to the room in which Honker and the Duck brothers were waiting for their return.
Kit glanced sideways at Chris as they were about to enter the room; there was no trace of fear or apprehension in his face, he looked totally relaxed and Kit could hear him humming the Bear Necessities, the song Baloo taught them. The song itself seems to be a new source of comfort to Chris from his own fears and doubts.
Knowing that Chris was hiding his feelings, Kit grasped his brother’s hand and gave it a reassuring squeeze, letting Chris know that he was there for him, no matter what. Chris smiled and squeezed Kit’s hand in response to let him know that he got the message. It was like Chris’ fear was melting away by the very presence of Kit and the song that he was still playing in his head.
Wow, Baloo’s done a good job on Chris. Kit thought with a smile.
As they walked into the room, something green flew across the room and hit Kit squarely in the face. It felt like a cloth of some sort, he took it off his face and held it at arm’s length so to see what it was. It was a pair of green shorts, the same shade of green as the neck collar of his sweater. He lowered his hand holding the shorts and saw that Louie standing in front of him, grinning from ear to ear.
“Hey Kit, if you’re gonna hang out with us, you gotta wear pants.” Louie said.
Dewey walked past Louie toward Chris, handing Chris a pair of navy-blue shorts, the same color of the neck collar of his sweater.
“You must be Chris, nice to meet you. I’m Dewey.”
“Nice to meet you, Dewey, and um…thanks.” Chris said with a shy smile, accepting the shorts from Dewey.
Kit and Chris put on their shorts and then stood, looking at each other in their new shorts.
“I like ’em, they go good with my sweater.” Chris said, looking down at himself and was very pleased with how he looked in those shorts.
“Yeah,” Kit agreed. “Thanks guys.” He wore shorts before, in gym classes as well as on Track and Field, he just never found a pair to go with his sweater and these green shorts from Louie went rather well with it.
“Don’t mention it,” Dewey and Louie said together.
Suddenly, Louie swung an arm around Kit’s neck, bringing him under a headlock and was dragging him toward a mat in middle of the room.
“ACK! Louie, what are you doing?” Kit spluttered, trying to pull out of the headlock.
“I just decided that you’re gonna be my new wrestling partner.” Louie said, tossing Kit onto the mat and jumping on top of him, pinning him down.
On the other side of the room, Dewey placed a hand on Chris, who was watching the wrestling match with a worried expression on his face.
“Hey Chris, do you wanna play a game on the computer?” Dewey asked.
“Um…” Chris said hesitantly. “Maybe later…” he continues to watch Kit as he struggled to throw Louie off of him. “He’s not going to hurt Kit, is he?” he asked Dewey anxiously.
“Nah,” Dewey said airily, with a wave of his hand. “Louie may be rough but he’d never hurt anybody…well not intentionally, anyway… Kit will be fine. If he’s as streetwise as I think he is, he should be able to find a way out.”
“Okay,” Chris sounded a little doubtful, but followed Dewey to the computer. His expression then converted to a puzzled expression. “What’s a computer?”
Dewey turned and stared at him incredulously. “You’re kidding, right? You’re joking…”
Chris shook his head ‘no.’
Dewey put up a thoughtful pose, thinking and then he asked: “What year is it?”
“Ah…okay… no wonder you never heard of a computer…” Dewey said, stretching his head.
“What do you mean?” Chris asked.
“Well, the world is divided into different timelines; different countries are in different timelines. For example, in Duckburg, it’s two thousand and five. Nineteen eighty-five in St. Canard and nineteen thirty-seven in Cape Suzette, make sense, right? “
“I think so…” Chris said, scratching his head in an unsure sort of way. “So, what’s a computer?”
“Follow me,” Dewey sighed, leading the way to the desk, on which the computer sat. He placed a hand on the computer monitor and said: “This is a computer.”
Chris stared long and hard at it, looking it over from the monitor to the keyboard and mouse.
“Looks more like a fancy typewriter and a TV to me.” Chris commented.
“Well, it can be used as a TV, it can play DVDs and…” Dewey paused for dramatic affect. “You can watch all kinds of videos on DuckTube.”
He showed Chris the DuckTube site, playing a video of an orangutan without any clothes on, singing something that sounded like “I wanna be you-ooo-ooo. Doo, doo, doo. I wanna walk like you, talk like you…”
“Wow…” Chris was very awed by what he was seeing, if he haven’t seen a computer with his own eyes or knowing what it does, he wouldn’t believed it. Even television was new to him, but a computer went beyond his wildest dreams.
“Hey Chris,” Dewey said loudly, snapping Chris out of his awestruck trance, turning on the space game that he, Honker and Kit had played before. “See if you can beat Kit’s score.” He brought up the game program and handed Chris the controller.
“Okay…” Chris took the controller and begun reading the past scores. His eyes bulged when he saw Kit’s high score. “No…way…” he said faintly, then he turned to Dewey. “How do you expect me to beat that?” he asked, pointing at the screen at Kit’s score.
“Hey, y-you never know till you t-tried,” said a voice that sounded like it had a head cold.
A small yellow gosling with a green shirt and red shorts stood there, (the shorts looks suspiciously like one of Huey’s spare shorts.) he wore big round red rim glasses and a brown backpack on his back.
Chris smiled at the gosling. “I guess,” he shrugged. “My name’s Chris, Chris Cloudkicker… What’s yours?”
“Herbert Muddlefoot J-Junior,” he replied. “B-but everybody call me Honker.” He withdrew a tissue from his shorts’ pocket and blew his beak; it sounded like an old car horn.
“…I can see why…” Chris mumbled, he didn’t want to hurt Honker’s feelings but he couldn’t help saying it. Thankfully, the sound of Honker’s beak-blowing drown out his voice. “Nice to meet you, Honker,” he said, extending a hand to Honker for a handshake.
Honker looked startled and taken aback for a second and then he grasped Chris’ hand very enthusiastically.
“Nice to m-meet you too, C-Chris.” Honker said excitedly, for some reason, he has taken an immediate liking for Chris.
Dewey chuckled. “Looks like you’ve made a friend for life, Chris.”
“Huh?” Chris turned a questioning face to Dewey. “I mean, I do want to be his friend—I want to be friends with all of you, but what does a handshake got to do with being friends for life?”
“Well, at his school, Honker is considered an outcast, a nerd, a geek…all because he’s more intelligent then the rest of the class.” Dewy said sadly.
“That’s terrible!” Chris said, feeling a sudden urge to hug Honker and comfort him, but resisted.
“And to make things worse, his brother is a bully, so home is no different then school.” Dewey continues, which heightens Chris’ sense of pity for Honker. “I think Gosalyn’s the best thing that ever happened to him. True, she’s rough around the edges, outgoing and able to stand up for herself, but she’s basically Honker’s first and only friend, that is, until he met us! We’re his friends now.”
“Who’s Gosalyn?” asked Chris.
“Um, well, I don’t really know… I haven’t met her…” Dewey confessed. “But from what Honker told me, she thinks very highly of Darkwing Duck and she’s Honker’s friend, that’s all I know.”
Suddenly they heard a yell and they whipped around to see a green and white blur zooming toward them and all three of them ducked down. The green and white blur flew pass them over their heads. It collided with the computer and split the desk into pieces!
They stood up and saw that the green and white blur was Louie and he was lying sprawled on the floor, the remains of the computer and the desk were scattered all around him. He lay there, looking dazed, as if he was seeing stars.
“LOUIE!” cried Dewey and Chris together; they rushed to his side and sat him up in a sitting position.
“Are you okay?” Chris asked, sounding worried and concerned. Then he looked back to place when Louie had came and saw Kit standing there, looking stunned and horrified by what he had done.
Honker was checking Louie’s pulse, and did a number of other check-ups. Finally, he looked up at Dewey and Chris.
“He’ll be fine, just dazed. B-b-but I expect he’ll have an m-massive headache when his head clears.”
Chris nodded, happy that Louie would be okay.
“But what about my computer?!” Dewey cried despairingly with his hands over his head.
“Beyond repair.” Honker said simply with half a glance at the computer.
Chris walked over to the other side of the room, approaching Kit slowly.
“Kit… What did you do?” Chris asked tensely.
“I-I didn’t mean to!” Kit cried desperately, tears sliding down his furry brown cheek. “I-I just wanted to get him off of me, so I tried to flip him, but I lost my grip on him in the middle of trying to flip him, and he…”
Chris didn’t need for Kit to finish his sentence; he rushed forward and embraced his brother consolingly. He knew Kit never wanted to hurt anybody and that he felt really bad about hurting Louie.
“Shh, Kit, shh…” Chris whispered, patting him on the back of the head. “He’ll be alright, and you didn’t mean it.”
Kit hugged Chris back. As they let go of one another, Louie came up toward them, massaging his head.
“Wow Kit… that was a powerful punch.” Louie said; swaying to the left and right, Chris and Kit caught him before he fell.
“I’m so sorry, Louie. I didn’t mean to let go of you like that.” Kit said.
“Hey, don’t sweat it, Kit. I’m not hurt that bad …” Louie said, waving away Kit’s apologies.
“Maybe you’d better sit down, Louie.” Chris suggested as he and Kit heaved Louie over to the sofa and sat him down.
“I guess that’s a good idea.” Louie said as he rubbed his head again. “Where did you learned to flip somebody like that?” He asked Kit.
Kit shrugged. “It was just something I picked up when I was—” he suddenly stop speaking, not wanting to tell the tale, which involves his past association with the Air Pirates, especially not to people he’d only just met.
“Yeah…? Go on.” Louie prompted him.
Chris looked at Kit in concern, wondering if Kit was hiding something from them.
Kit sighed, aware that his brother was eying him like a hawk and that he’d have to tell them eventually, especially Chris.
“I learned it from being a member of the…the Air Pirates…”
There was an icy silence in which Louie and Chris stared at Kit, shocked.
Kit…? A member of the Air Pirates…? Chris thought numbly. N-no, it can’t be true! He’s too young to be a criminal!
Louie, however, gave Kit a sympathetic look; he stood up from the sofa and approached the young bear cub. He placed a hand on Kit’s shoulder, looking at the bear cub in the eyes with a very serious yet sympathetic expression.
“Did they force you to join them?” Louie asked. He had heard countless stories of street kids joining a gang against their will or being deceived into joining them, making the kids think they care about them, while their real intension was to use them for crime—such as pickpocket, getting into small space where they could not enter or unlocking doors from the inside of buildings by climbing in through the window. Many of them who joined a violent gang ended up being betrayed, double-crossed or killed. Kit was one of the lucky ones who survived the rough life on the street.
Kit nodded, looking miserable. “Y-yeah… It was either I join them or be shot…I had no choice…” Tears were starting to show, sliding down his cheek. Surely they will reject him now, for who would want to be friends with someone who was a Pirate?
Louie pulled Kit into a consoling embrace. “Hey, don’t sweat it. The important thing is that you’re here now and you’ve got nothing to do with those Pirates anymore. You’re one of us now, buddy. You’re even wearing one of my shorts! “
“Yeah, Kit… Besides, you were forced to join those nobodies.” Chris added. “And…in a way…I’m sort of glad you did…Cuz, if you hadn’t, you would’ve been shot and I’d never would’ve got to meet you, you’re everything I ever wanted in a brother, not only that, you’re my best friend too.”
Tears of overwhelming joy filled Kit’s eyes now, grateful that they were accepting him despite his past association with the Air Pirates. He wrapped one arm around Louie’s neck and the other around Chris’ neck, hugging them both.
“Thanks guys…I needed that.”
Louie and Chris returned the embrace, hugging Kit between them.
Dewey stepped up toward the three of them, his arms crossed.
“Kit, would you tell us how you got involved with a gang like that?”
“Not now, Dew.” Louie said, glaring at Dewey, as if telling him without words that this was a bad time to be asking that question. He thought it was bad enough for Kit to have to admit that he was a Pirate and knew that it took a lot of courage to do so, and he felt that Kit should tell them that story when he’s ready, not when they wanted him to.
“No, its okay, Louie.” Kit turned to look at Dewey. “When I was ten, I was living out in the streets. I always have a love for aviation and planes. At nights, I’d sneak into an airfield, climb on top of the wing of a plane and sleep there. And then, one night, the plane I was sleeping on was stolen by the Air Pirates and since I was on the plane, I was taken along with it. I woke up when I was dropped to the floor and then I found myself surrounded by Air Pirates…”
“Were you scared?” Chris inquired anxiously.
“Not really…” Kit said indifferently. “When you live out in the streets for four years, you see guys like them all the time. I was more afraid of Dumptruck then the rest of them, especially when he shoved a gun in my face and forced me to apologize to Carnage.”
“WHAT?! Kit, I’d faint if that had been me!” Chris exclaimed fearfully.
“Carnage then gave me three choices,” Kit continued, holding up three fingers for emphasis. “Join them as a member…” he put down a finger. “Become his protégé, or…” he put down a second finger. “Be shot and dropped out of the sky…” he put down the final finger, now holding a fist, which went down to his side before he continued: “I choose to be a member, because I didn’t want to be a protégé to someone as crazy and stupid as Carnage, and I didn’t want to be shot either.”
“Oh yeah, if I were you, I’d choose the same thing…” Dewey agreed. “Now I understand, you didn’t want to but you did in order to stay alive.”
Just then, Huey stepped into their mist, oblivious to what he just walked in on. He wearing red swimming trunks, a white towel hung on his shoulders and he was wearing dark sunglasses.
“Hey guys, let’s hit the pool!” Huey said loudly, tossing Kit and Chris each a pair of swimming trunks.
Kit smiled, he like the idea of going swimming. He took off his green shorts and put on his red swimming trunks, and then off with his sweater and undershirt. Chris did the same.
“Thanks, Huey.” Kit said; he knew these were Huey’s spare swimming trunks.
“Aw, don’t mention it.” Huey said, waving a hand. “Keep ’em, they’re yours. Now take these…” He handed Kit and Chris each a white towel, which they accepted and hung over their shoulders. “Hey Honkman, wanna come with us?”
Honker looked up, surprised at the invitation, but declined.
“Nah, I g-gotta stay here and c-clean this up…” Honker said, pointing to the pile of the remains of Dewey’s faithful computer and the desk.
“Okay, suit yourself.” Huey shrugged. And he turned and walked out the room, followed by Kit, Chris and his two brothers.
A few minutes later, found Kit, Chris and the three Duck brothers in the pool room, standing at the edge of the pool. All five of them were wearing nothing but swimming trunks, all were different colors. Kit and Huey were wearing the same shade of red. Chris and Dewey were wearing navy-blue and Louie was wearing green. Kit and Louie were still wearing their caps on their heads.
Kit dipped his toes into the water, testing the water’s temperature.
“It’s not bad cold, just cool.” He informed the others before jumping off the pool’s edge. “Ya-hoo!” he yelled, hitting the water and splashing his friends.
“Cowabunga!” exclaimed Louie, diving in after Kit.
“CANNON BALL!” yelled Huey; he curled his body in the shape of a ball, hugging his knees before hitting the water with a great splash.
“You coming, Chris?” Dewey asked, looking at Chris, who was eying the pool nervously.
“Um, what’s the dept of this pool?” Chris asked.
“I think five feet, why?”
“Uh, no reason…I think I’ll swim over there…” He pointed at a smaller pool a yard away from the bigger pool, which dept was three feet.
“Dude, that’s the kiddy pool.” Dewey said, and Chris blushed, embarrassed. Dewey’s face changed to a look of concern as he moved to place a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Chr—Ahh!”
Dewey was interrupted by Louie grabbing him by the ankle and pulling him into the pool. Chris was splashed with the pool water as Dewey went under water and back up again.
“Louie, no, wait!” Dewey yelled as Louie made a grab for Chris’ ankle.
Chris shrieked, pulled his foot out of Louie’s grip and backed away from the pool’s edge.
“C’mon Chris, don’t make me come out after you.” Louie warned. Chris shook his head frantically. “Okay, have it your way.”
“Louie, stop! Leave him alone.” Dewey said, but Louie ignored him.
Louie climbed out of the pool and marched toward Chris, grabbed the back of the waistband of Chris’ swimming trunks and lifted him up, marched back to the pool with Chris, despite his protests. Louie threw Chris bodily into the pool.
Chris yelled out: “Kit, help me!” before he went splashing beneath the surface, and only his swinging arms came back up as he fought furiously to stay above water.
Kit heard Chris’ cry for help and whipped around in the pool to see that his brother was fighting to stay up above water, but with little success.
“Chris! Hold on!” Kit yelled as he swam quickly to Chris’ side and pulled him up so that his head was above water.
Chris’ head came out of the water, gasping, coughing and spluttering as Kit held him beneath his arms to hold him above water.
“Are you okay, Chris?” Kit asked in deep concern.
Chris did not reply, instead he let out a sob and laid his head on Kit’s shoulder. Kit scowled angrily in Louie’s direction as he patted Chris on the back of the head to comfort him. Louie, who was standing on the pool’s edge, bowed his head in shame and regret. Huey and Dewey climbed out of the pool and approached Louie with angry faces. They stood on either side of Louie and then they smacked him upside the head at the same time.
“OW!” cried Louie, clutching his head.
“Dude, that was so not cool.” Huey scolded him.
“Yeah,” agreed Dewey. “You didn’t even ask him if he could swim before you threw him in. Don’t you realize how dangerous that was? He could’ve drowned if it wasn’t for Kit.”
“I didn’t think …”
“EXACTLY!” Huey and Dewey yelled together, which rendered Louie speechless with remorse.
In the pool, Kit, with an arm around Chris’ waist, was swimming slowly to the edge of the pool.
“Kit…” Chris said finally, sounding like he was going to cry.
“Shh…wait till we’re out of the pool.” Kit said soothingly.
Chris nodded, he held on tight to Kit as he swam to the pool’s edge.
“Okay, Chris… Hold on to the edge—I won’t let you fall in, I promise.”
Chris obeyed his brother and grasped the edge of the pool and held on with both hands.
Kit let go of Chris, scooped down low in the pool, cupping his hands together under Chris’ feet and boosted him up so that Chris could climb out of the pool easier. Kit then climbed out after him.
They both sat side-by-side at the pool’s edge, Kit’s arm around Chris’ shoulder.
“Kit…I can’t swim…” Chris said quietly, his head bowed in shame.
“I know…” Kit said softy, wrapping his other arm around Chris, giving him a comforting hug. “Was that your first time in a pool?”Chris nodded.
“Well, all you need is some swimming lessons and you’ll be swimming with us in no time.” Kit said encouragingly.
“Hey boys, having fun?” said a familiar voice.
They turned to see Mathew, wearing nothing but a pair of yellow swimming trunks.
“Yeah, Dad, except for Chris… he doesn’t know how to swim.” Kit explained.
Chris looked down at his knees, feeling embarrassed.
“Aw, don’t worry, sports.” Mathew said gently, scooping Chris up in his arms and hugging him. “All ya need is a few lessons and some practice, and you’ll be swimming in no time.”
“Can you teach me, Daddy?” Chris asked, with a very cute smile.
Mathew chuckles: “You bet your ailerons I can! …Kit, why don’t you go back to swimming with the guys while I give Chris a few lessons?”
“Okay, Dad.” Kit said. He took off running to the edge of the pool, shouted: “Ya-hoo!” and jumped into the pool, splashing the Duck brothers, Mathew and Chris with water.
Mathew carried Chris to the kiddy pool and stepped in. He put Chris down in the water, which came up to Chris’ chest, so there was no need to worry about drowning in here. Mathew was so tall; he had to stand on his knees in the pool. Now his and Chris’ heads were leveled at the same height.
“Okay,” Mathew said, ready to begin the lesson. “Here’s what I want you to do: lay down on your tummy on top of the water.”
Chris obeyed, lying down on his belly on top of the surface of the water, but he sank beneath the surface instead of floating. Mathew quickly placed a hand under Chris’ belly and held him up.
“Relax your muscles, Chris, hold your body straight, and let it all loose…that’s it.”
Mathew removed his hand from Chris’ belly to see if he could float on his own. Chris did not sink this time.
“Look, Chris…I’m not holding you, you’re floating on your own!” Mathew said with pride in his voice.
Chris stood up and grinned real big at Mathew, looking very pleased with himself.
Half an hour later, Chris has mastered the floating basics, able to float on his front and back without sinking.
“Remember, it’s all about balance, keep your balance and hold your body straight.” Mathew said. “Now, let’s try swimming.”
He then demonstrates to Chris how to move through the water, using his arms and legs. And then Chris tried his hands at it, he sank a few time trying but he never gave up. He just kept trying while Mathew was offering words of encouragement, until he got it right.
“Good job, Chris! You did great!” Mathew said, beaming with pride at his son. “Now you’re ready for the big pool.”
Chris looked over at the big pool, looking a little scared, but then he looked back at his Dad and smiled.
“Would you stay with me while I’m in there?” he asked.
“Sure I will,” Mathew said, he knew Chris just wanted to be on the safe side and have his Dad around just in case something happen that might cause him to panic and forget what he have been taught while in the dept of five feet.
Mathew and Chris both climbed out of the kiddy pool and walked over to the big pool. Mathew jumped in first, and then he lifted Chris off the edge of the pool and gently set him in the water.
When Chris felt that his feet were far from the bottom of the pool, he gasped and wrapped his arms around Mathew’s neck.
“It’s okay, Chris,” Mathew said softy as he hugged Chris comfortingly. “I’ll be right behind you, ready to catch you if you start to sink. But I believe that you can do it.”
“Okay…” Chris said as his Dad slowly released him. He waves his arms and legs back and forth in the water as he has been taught. He did not sink! He was swimming! He tried moving around in the pool, but it was harder in deep water, he had trouble keeping his balance. Finally his arms got tired and he couldn’t swim anymore and begin to sink. He panicked and begins fighting furiously to stay up. He didn’t fight for long, he felt a big hand grasping his arm and holding him up.
“Are you alright, Chris?” Mathew asked, watching Chris cough with concern.
“Yeah, I’m fine, just tired.” Chris said as he wrapped his arms around his Dad’s neck. He looked out toward Kit and the Duck brothers as they played pool volleyball with a look of longing, he so wanted to play with them.
“Hey, you’ll play with them soon.” Mathew said, knowing full well where Chris was looking. “Like I said, you just need practice; no one flies like an ace on the first flight.”
Chris thought for a moment, trying to grasp the meaning of his Dad’s pilot talk.
“I meant no one can swim like a pro on the first try, you just gotta work at it.” Mathew said, knowing that Chris was trying to figure out the meaning in his pilot language. He had to remind himself that this isn’t Kit he was talking to, this is Chris, a totally different person. “But you do need a little break before you try again, I don’t want you wearing yourself out.”
“Okay, Daddy.” Chris sighed and allowed his Dad to carry him to the edge of the pool where his Dad lifted him up and sat him on the edge of pool so he could rest his arms and legs.
“Why do you call me that?” Mathew asked, climbing out of the pool and sitting next to Chris.
“Call you what?” asked Chris, looking slightly puzzled.
“Well, you call me Daddy while Kit calls me Dad,” Mathew explained. “I just wondered what’s up with that?”
“Does it bother you?” asked Chris, looking a little sad
“No, it doesn’t bother me,” Mathew replied. “It’s just…you know, you both call me different things.”
Chris looked over the yonder, watching Kit play volleyball with the Duck brothers, seemed lost in thoughts, and then he looked up at Mathew again.
“I guess it’s because…I’m still a little kid at heart,” he said finally. “I’m nothing like Kit; I wasn’t forced to grow up very young like he was. Sometimes I think he even forgets that he’s still a kid himself. I just want to be the kid with a Daddy that’ll care for me and love me, you know, a ‘Daddy’s boy’. I dream of that all my life, now that I have you, I just can’t help acting a little childish in front of you, calling you Daddy and all.”
Mathew just smiled and hugged Chris. “I understand and I got no problem with it. If you wanna be a Daddy’s boy, that’s fine. I missed out on most of your childhood anyway, so I don’t mind you act a little childish, just be careful and not act too childish.”
“Okay Daddy, it’s a deal.” Chris said as he hugged his Dad around the neck.
“Mathew,” said a voice.
They turned their heads to the side to see Mickey Mouse standing before them. He had abandoned his top hat and suit, he was now wearing clothes suitable for fighting and traveling, they were red and black with some white and yellow in them. He was also wearing a pair of big yellow shoes. He had a very serious expression on his face.
“Hey Mickey, what’s up?” Mathew asked.
Mickey placed a finger to his lips. “Shh, that’s secret. Meet me in the staff room in ten minutes. All I can say now is that we have a situation on our hands.”
Having said that, Mickey dashed off, leaving the two bears to stare after him as he left the pool room.
To be Continue…
Author’s Note:Whew! That was a lot to write! I hope you’ve enjoyed this chapter.If you’re wondering about the clothes Mickey was wearing at the end of the chapter, that’s his Kingdom Hearts outfit. I’ll start on the next chapter as soon as possible. 😀