Tale Spin Fanfiction: The Organization Phoenix - 17. Chapter 17
Disclaimer: I do not own TaleSpin or any of the Disney Afternoon.
In the huge chamber of a staff room, the people inside were buzzing with talk. Scrooge McDuck and Shere Khan were engaged in a business discussion.
“So, you see, you keep the mine and I’ll take the diamonds.” Scrooge was saying, looking a little greedy.
“Mr. McDuck, I’m afraid I do not see any benefits in it for me.” Shere Khan said, sounding rather dull and devoid of emotion as always. “Let’s say for a moment that I give you my diamonds…what will I get in return?”
“Uh, well… how about I give you a million dollars for ’em?” asked Scrooge, determined to strike a deal with Shere Khan, the only businessman equal in wealth as him.
“Let me see if I understand you correctly…” Shere Khan said, flexing his clawed fingers. “You want me to sell you five billion dollars worth of diamonds for a mere one million dollars?
“So I guess that’s a no…” Scrooge sighed in defeat.
“Indeed.” Khan affirmed.
In the other corner, Darkwing and Gizmo Duck were arguing about their crime-fighting styles, each disagrees with the other’s methods
“I’m telling you, Darkwing, no one trusts a masked man, so why do you wear that mask anyway?” Gizmo was saying.
“Because,” Darkwing said in a mysterious voice. “There’s nothing so terrifying to criminal mind then the unknown. Beside, why do you wear the bucket on your head? Got something to hide from your adoring fans?”
“Don’t you?” asked Gizmo through gritted teeth, he hated Darkwing’s witty comebacks.
“Hardly, but still, I wear this mask so I can fight crimes and keep my family safe.” Darkwing said. “If anyone saw the real me, my family would be in danger.” He was thinking of Gosalyn as he was saying this.
“Oh yeah?” Gizmo said, sounding like a child, determined to win an argument. “I wear this helmet to protect my mother in a trailer park! –oops…”
Darkwing smirked in triumph “At least I’m better at keeping secrets then you are…”
Gizmo just grumbled and drummed his fingers on the table at that.
“Now, now you two.” Mathew just walked in and placed a hand on their shoulders and pushed them apart. “Must you act like kids every time we get together for a meeting? I swear, my twelve-year-old sons are better behaved then you two.”
“I dunno, mate.” Monterey Jack said doubtfully. “Chip ‘n Dale can be a bit more childish then those two at times.”
Slightly offended, Chip and Dale glared at Monterey Jack from their seats at that.
“Now, now, fellahs. Let’s not get into any fightin’ now, ah-yuck!” Goofy appeared in the room with Donald Duck at his side.
“Yeah!” Donald agreed. “Anyone who starts a fight will have to deal with me!”
They all went silence; no one dares mess with Donald, as his violent temper can do a lot of damage to their physical well-being.
“That’s better!” Donald grinned in satisfaction as he and Goofy took their seats at the round table.
In the highest chair, sat Mickey Mouse. He looked down at them all with a smile.
“Hi-ya fellas!” He greeted them. “Before we get this meeting on the road, I’d like to introduce you to a newest member of the Organization Phoenix, say hello to… Baloo.”
Baloo walked into the room, looking slightly embarrassed but waved at them all
“Ah, Baloo,” purred Shere Khan. “So glad you could join us.”
“Thanks, Khany.” Baloo smiled as he walked around the table and took his seat next to Mathew. “Good ta be here.”
“Hey Baloo,” Mathew said, grinning at his friend. “So…what made you decide to join the Organization?”
“I just thought I could be useful to you guys.” Baloo replied with a shrug, and then his face darkened. “Beside, I wanna tear that NegaDuck limb from limb fer what he did ta Kit.” He growled, punching his palm. Even though Kit wasn’t at all injured from his encounter with NegaDuck and the Air Pirates, to Baloo, no one should scare his navigator with a chainsaw and live to tell the tale. Yes, Baloo is that protective of Kit.
“Same here, Baloo, same here…” Mathew nodded in approval. He couldn’t help but admire Baloo for his willingness to do anything for Kit and for the fact that he was very protective of Kit, both him and Chris.
“Now then!” Mickey exclaimed, attracting the attention of everyone in the room onto himself. He raised a remote control and pointed it at the wall behind his chair. A gigantic screen came to life and showed a picture of Magica De Spell.
“Magica De Spell!” Scrooge exclaimed in outrage, holding his cane aloft. “What’s that she-devil up to this time?!”
Baloo glanced sideway at Mathew and saw that his friend was looking up at Magica De Spell with a solemn expression. Mathew was recalling his last encounter with her…
Mathew punched the last of the Beagle Boys and the Beagle Boy in question collapsed backward unto the pile of his unconscious fellows. Earning cheers and applause from the then eight-year-old Huey, Dewey and Louie, exclaiming things like ‘Yay, Mathew!’ ‘You did it!’ or “Way to go!”
“Good going, lad.” Scrooge said, clapping Mathew on the back. “Now, let’s go get my Number-One Dime back.”
“You fools!” yelled a voice. In a cloud of black and purple smoke, Magica De Spell appeared. “Soon, I will be the most powerful sorceress in the world and there’s nothing you can do to stop me!” She raised the Number-One Dime in her hand, chanted a spell and aimed it for Mathew. “You shall be a frog!” a bolt of lightning shot out of the tips of her fingers and went straight for Mathew.
Mathew reacted instantly. He cartwheeled sideways and narrowly avoided the spell, he felt it whizzed pass his left ear. He quickly pulled out his gas gun (his gift from Darkwing Duck) and fired a yellow canister, which hit the floor and erupted blue smoke that filled the chamber.
Magica covered her mouth, coughing. “I’ll get you for this! Where are you?! Show yourself!” She then felt the Dime leave her hand as it was snatched from her.
“Excuse me, but do you mind if I hold on to this?” Mathew’s voice spoke from the mist of the smoke. It was in a mocked polite sort of voice.
Magica narrowed her eyes, trying to see through the thick fog of smoke. When the smoke cleared, Mathew stood in front her, smirking and holding the Dime between his index finger and thumb.
“GIVE THAT BACK!” Magica yelled, launching herself at Mathew but Mathew sidestepped out of her way and she flew past the spot where Mathew was standing an instant before and went rolling down the stairs, all ten floors down, her voice growing fainter and fainter as she went down, down, down. “Curse you—Oof—Cloudkicker!—Oof, oof— I’ll be back!—Ohh, that’s gonna hurt in the morning…”
“Way to go, lad!” Scrooge yelled joyfully, snatching his precious Dime out of Mathew’s hand and cuddling it as though it were his first-born son. “Oh, thank you for getting back me Dime.”
“You’re welcome…I think…” Mathew scratched his head, looking slightly puzzled. He could not see what was so special about that Dime, it looked like an ordinary dime. Then he grinned, knowing that this going to ruin Scrooge’s good mood. “Now, about my pay…”
“Ohh…” Scrooge groaned despairingly. “I was afraid you were going to ask that…Oh, very well, I suppose it’s for a good cause. After all, finding your lost son is far more important then me being the richest duck in the world.”
“I hope you find him.” Louie said, looking up at Mathew as they were leaving the chamber.
“And when you do, we promise that we’ll be his friends!” Dewey said, punching the air.
“Yeah, we’ll have lots of fun together!” Huey added.
“Thanks boys.” Mathew smiled at the three little ducklings. “When I find him, I’ll be sure to visit you guys so that you can meet him.”
“YAY!” The three Duck brothers cheered.
They walked down all ten floors of the tower and on the landing; they purposely stepped on a very battered Magica De Spell, who lay sprawled on the bottom step.
Mathew flew them back to Duckburg in the plane that Launchpad usually pilots. Apparently, the pervious crash-landing was the final straw for Scrooge, who had screamed “YOU’LL NEVER FLY ANOTHER McDUCK PLANE AGAIN!” Mathew had met Launchpad in St. Canard prior to coming to Duckburg. The rookie pilot managed to get a job as Darkwing Duck’s sidekick and last he heard, Launchpad still have trouble with reverse and park in a car or motorcycle.
Mathew had needed the money for food and fuel for his plane so he could continue his search for his lost son, Kit. (This was, of course, before he discovered that he had another son, which is Chris.) So he took various pilot jobs along the way and flying for Scrooge McDuck was his most recent job.
When they landed, Scrooge commented Mathew’s superb landing, saying it was a hundred times better then Launchpad’s and it felt very smooth, contrary to the crash-landings he’d been though.
They got off the plane and very reluctantly, Scrooge paid Mathew a hundred thousand dollars in cash.
The Duck brothers observed the plane Mathew owned and thought he deserved better then this rusty old gray plane. It looked like it had been through a lot of stress from Mathew’s fancy aerial stunts and from flying in thunderstorms. They knew he needed a plane designed to handle a lot of stress and pressure in the air.
“Mathew, maybe you’d better get a new plane with the money you got from Unca Scrooge.” Dewey suggested.
“Aye lad, it doesn’t look like this plane can handle another flight.” Scrooge said, agreeing with his great-nephew after looking the plane up and down. “Best get a new plane.”
“Do they have any planes for sale around here?” Mathew asked.
“Hmm, there’s a place called Pete’s Used Planes,” Scrooge suggested. “Perhaps you could get a good one cheap.”
Mathew doubted it. However, he always hated the plane he got anyway, but at the time it was the only thing to an aircraft he could afford, so he decided any used planes would be better then this piece of junk.
He turned around for one last look at his old plane. It kind of looked like the nineteen-thirties’ version of the Beachcraft Baron Fifty-Five. It was all gray and worn-looking. Then all of a sudden, the propeller on the left engine fell off and hit the ground.
“Now I defiantly need a new plane.” Mathew said, staring wide-eyed at the propeller lying on the ground. He was grounded unless he could buy or rent a plane.
Scrooge and his grand-nephews led Mathew to the used plane lot called Pete’s Used Planes.
An enormous, fat black cat was standing up on a stage, yelling to passersby, trying to attract their attention.
“Step right up to Pete’s Used Planes, where I’ll sell you the best used planes money can buy!”
“I highly doubt that…” Mathew muttered, but only Scrooge heard him.
“Why?” Scrooge asked.
“Because these planes are a rip off! I mean, look at ’em!” Mathew pointed to all the planes Pete had lined up, some of them looked just as rusty and worn as his old plane, one of them was even worse off then the rest of them. “Do you honestly believe any of those planes would fly?”
“No…I do not.” Scrooge replied, after a careful scanning of all the planes.
“Hey, you there!” Pete yelled out, pointing at Mathew. “You look like a decent pilot. Wanna buy a plane?”
“No.” Mathew said flatly. Pete appeared startled that he was being turned down so quickly. “They can’t even fly.”
“What? Why, of course they can fly!” Pete insisted.
“Show me then.” Mathew challenged the plane salesman.
Pete sighed in defeat; he’d rather not crash just after take off.
“Okay, ya caught me.” Pete confessed. “These planes can’t even fly an inch off the ground…”
Mathew, Scrooge and the three Duck brothers gave Pete a look of disapproval and turned to leave.
“Wait, don’t leave yet!” Pete yelled after them.
Mathew turned to look at him with a frown.
“Unless you got one of the Conwing series or any plane that can actually fly, I’m not interested.” Mathew told him firmly. He was often a tough customer. He turned his back on Pete and started walking away.
“A Conwing, eh?” Pete said, rubbing his chin. “Say, would you be interested in this Conwing L-sixteen I got in the garage?”
“Huh…?” Mathew stopped in his tracks. “What?!” he gasped, turning to stare at Pete. “A Conwing L-sixteen?! Y-you got a Conwing L-sixteen, in a dump like this?!”
“Hey, I resent that!” Pete growled, clearly offended by Mathew referring to his used plane lot as a dump, but manages to push his resentment aside for the sake of business. “Yes, a Conwing L-sixteen, it’s the best plane I have on the market. The previous owner broke his leg and that leg grounded him for life, so he gave me his Conwing L-sixteen to sell. It’s been used but still practically brand-new.”
“Mathew, is that a good or a bad plane?” Huey inquired.
“It’s a good plane…an extremely good plane.” Mathew said, hardly daring to believe his good luck. “It can fly really well, able handle my kind of flying with ease and there’s only three Conwing L-sixteen’s in existence.”
“Well? What are you waiting for? I haven’t got all day, ya know,” called an impatient Pete. “Are you interested or not?”
“Yes, the Conwing L-sixteen caught my interest.”
“Very well, then…follow me.” Pete led the way to the garage; he went inside and drove the plane out.
It was the most beautiful plane Mathew had ever seen and was easily the best plane Pete had to offer. It was fire engine red with gold flaps and ailerons and gold behind the black propellers. It also had flames painted on the sides and on wings.
“Wow…” Mathew exclaimed; staring fixedly at the plane as it rolled out of the garage as Pete drove it out.
The door to the pilot seat opened and Pete climbed out.
“She’s a beauty, eh?” Pete said, walking over to Mathew and patting him on the back. “And what’s so special about her is, she’s practically brand new, only been flown a few times before the owner broke his leg.”
“I’ll take it!” Mathew said without a second thought, in truth, he always wanted a Conwing L-sixteen, but never thought he’d be able to get one since it was so rare – three of them in existence
“You will?” Pete sounded a little surprised. “I mean, of course you will! Now about the price, it’s cheaper then it would be if it were being sold to you by a plane factory, I think a plane like this one would cost a million dollars, but for you, I’ll break it down to fifty grand.”
He must have been desperate to sell something if he was willing to sell a plane for a price below its’ actual value.
“Okay, what’s wrong with it?” demanded a skeptical Scrooge. “What’s the catch? A plane like this, being practically brand new would cost much more then that!”
“Why are you questioning my generosity?” asked Pete, looking hurt.
“Generosity? Blah, humbug! It’s a scam!” Scrooge accused, waving his cane in the air threateningly at Pete.
“I’m not so sure about that…” Mathew said before he started walking around plane, doing the preflight check-ups on it. Then he climbed up on one of the wings to check the engines. “It’s in perfect condition.” He confirmed as he climbed back down. “Although I’ll need to get different engines for it, these are okay but not good on speed. Two Superflight One-hundreds would do.”
“There, you see!” Pete said to Scrooge. “Told ya it wasn’t a scam.”
“You never said anything of the sort!” Scrooge snapped at him. “But I suppose I do owe you an apology for saying that it was a scam.”
Mathew walked over to Pete and handed him forty-five thousand dollars.
“Hey! What gives? I said fifty grand.” Pete cried after he counted the money. “You’re five hundred short, pal.”
“No, I’m not.” Mathew turned to look at Pete with a grin. “You see, a trade-in sometimes cut the price down a little bit.”
“For my old plane, of course.” Mathew pointed out his old plane. “I figured it’s worth five hundred dollars. This shouldn’t be a problem for you because you have planes in worse shape then that in your lot.”
Pete looked madder then a hornet for a moment, then he clasped a palm to his face in self-disgust. Then he walked away, grumbling, shoving the deed and keys to the plane into Mathew’s hand as he past.
“Well, I guess you must be going.” Scrooge said as he shook hands with Mathew.
“Yes, I gotta find my son.” Mathew said with a face of determination
“I hope you find him, so that we can play with him sometime!” Louie said
“Thanks guys; and I promise to visit so that you can meet him when I find him.” Mathew said as bent down and hugged all three of them.
“Fly safely,” Dewey said.
“I will.” Mathew straightened up.
“Now lad…” Scrooge said with a glance at the red plane. “This plane is very well-made, it can handle serve weathers and stress, which means you can fly fancy without stressing your plane out so much.”
“I know… that’s why I wanted a Conwing L-sixteen in the first place.” Mathew grinned. “Well I’d best be off, bye boys.”
He waved a hand in farewell, and then he opened the door to the cockpit and climbed in.
“Hey, baby…” He said as he sat in the pilot seat, gently patting the flight stick in front of him. “I’m your new owner and you’re going to help me find my son… Now all you need is a name…let’s see, red with flames… I’ll call you the Phoenix.”
He started the engines and took off at full throttle, leaving Scrooge and the three eight-year-old Duck brothers waving on the ground. He flew around in the air, skywriting a message for them:
SEE YA LATER
And then the Phoenix disappeared from view over the horizon.
—End of Mathew’s Flashback—
“Matt…? Hey, Matt, earth ta Matt!” Baloo waved a hand in front of Mathew’s face.
“Huh—what—where?” Mathew said, looking a little dazed and confused.
“You were out of it, man.” Baloo told him.
“I was?” Mathew placed a palm on his forehead. “Oh, I was thinking about Magica and how we met.”
Baloo nodded in understanding and he and Mathew turned their attention to Mickey, who was still speaking.
“…And she created an army of dark monsters called Shadow Creatures…” Mickey was saying. “So far, no weapon had worked against them.”
“WAK!” squawked Donald. “How are we supposed to fight them?”
“Light.” Scrooge replied, looking gravely serious. “If the Shadow Creatures are anything like Magica’s shadow was; a bright light will destroy them.”
“Unfortunately, even light had been useless against them.” Mickey said sadly, but then he brighten up. “But not to worry, I found the solution!”
Mickey stretched out his hand and a bright white light shone around his arm and then a sword with a golden blade appeared in his hand. Everyone gasped and stared in awe at the sword which had magically appeared in Mickey’s hand.
“Neat, huh?” Mickey said as he slashed at the air once before dismissing his sword, which vanished from his hand with a sparkle of light. “That is called a Disneyblade. Light may be useless against them, but the power of light might work. The Disneyblades have the power of light inside them,”
“And how many of them do we have?” asked Shere Khan, who was sitting on Mickey’s right.
“Well, I’ve only been able to create seven Disneyblades.” Mickey replied. “And they choose their own wielders, so if they choose your love ones, such as your children, I can’t do anything about it. I don’t even know if they have an age restriction on which wielder they choose.”
“They’d better have.” Darkwing mutters. “I’d hate to have Gosalyn fight those monsters.”
“And the boys – Huey, Dewey and Louie.” Scrooge added.
“Yeah!” Donald agreed
“And my sons, Kit and Chris.” Mathew put in.
“Or Maxie.” Goofy said, looking a little scared at the thought.
“Dad…” Max whined while looking embarrassed. “I’m not your little boy anymore! I’m fifteen! I can handle myself.”
Mickey sighed in sadness as the group continued naming their love ones and children. I knew I should’ve looked to see if I could’ve put an age restriction spell on those Disneyblades…
“Listen, fellas.” Mickey said, trying to restore calm. “I can’t promise the Disneyblades won’t choose your love ones and children, but I can reassure you that the Disneyblades won’t choose just anyone. It will seek out a master whose skills and abilities are best suited for it.”
Those words made everyone feel a little bit better…
Meanwhile, in the boys’ room, Chris was looking up airplanes on the computer with loads of help from Dewey. Actually, Dewey did all the searching for him and all he had to do was look at the many different planes on Google Image.
“Chris, how come you like planes so much?” Dewey asked.
Chris shrugged. “I dunno, I just do.”
“Well, I find it kind of odd that someone with acrophobia like plane.” Dewey said.
Chris bowed his head, as if ashamed of himself.
“Sorry,” Dewey said quickly with a hand on Chris’ shoulder. “Didn’t mean to make you feel bad…”
Kit, who was standing behind Chris’ seat, suddenly smiled as an idea popped to mind.
“Chris,” Kit addressed his brother in a soft voice while placing a comforting hand on Chris’ upper back. “Can you remember when you first found out you were acrophobic?”
“Yes, but I don’t like to think about it.” Chris muttered.
Kit pulled Chris out of the chair and guided him over to the bunk beds they claimed for themselves. Chris got the lower bunk while Kit got the top bunk.
Kit laid Chris down on his back in bed, and then he drew up a chair and sat down on it next to Chris’ bed. Pencil and notebook at the ready, acting like a counselor.
“Now Chris, you know you can tell me anything, right?” Kit asked. “Anything at all, I won’t judge you or think any less of you, no matter what.”
“Is it too crowded in here or are you fine with Huey, Dewey and Louie here”
Chris looked around with his head still on his pillow. He eyed the Duck brothers for a moment, and then he looked back at Kit.
“It’s too crowded in here.” He saw what Kit had in mind and thought it may be hard for him to open up to Kit with other people around them.
Kit smiled an understanding smile as he waved dismissively to the Duck brothers and they left without questions.
“Okay, Chris, we’re alone now.” Kit said as Louie, being the last to leave, closed the door. “Do you think you can tell me about the first time you found out you were acrophobic?” He put his pencil to his notebook, ready to write everything Chris about to say.
“I…I…” Chris was having trouble getting word out, not because he didn’t trust Kit, on the contrary, he would trust Kit with his life. No, he has trouble getting the words out because it’s not one of his fond memories, one that he had no desire at all to relive.
“It’s okay, Chris.” Kit said soothingly, patting Chris’ arm. “Just take your time.”
Chris took a deep, steadying breath before he went into the story of how he was bullied daily in the orphanage and how they tied him to a flag pole and reeled him up to the top, and it was then that he discovered that he was acrophobic. By the time he finished, Kit was shaking with rage and the point of his pencil snapped on the paper.
How dare they treat my brother like that! Chris didn’t deserve any of that!
He looked over at Chris with sympathy, putting his notebook aside; he moved over to Chris’ side, leaned over Chris and hugged him.
Chris wrapped his arms around Kit’s neck and whimpered a little.
“It’s okay, Chris, it’s okay.” Kit whispered in his brother’s ear and Chris’ whimpers subsided. “Is that why you’re scared of heights? Because it reminded you of being tied to a flag pole?”
“No…” Chris said slowly. “I really don’t know where this phobia came from, that’s just when I found out I had it.”
“Maybe it’s a trait from somewhere in the family.” Kit suggested as he stood up and sat back down in his char.
“Well…I know I didn’t get it from Daddy.” Chris said.
“And I don’t think you got it from our Mom either.” Kit thought for a moment, and then he looked back at Chris. “Chris, I’m willing to help you conquer your fear of heights, it will take some time but I believe we can do it if we work together.”
“Okay…what do you want me to do?” asked Chris.
Kit stood up and motioned for Chris to get up and come forward. Chris got up out of the bottom bunk and walked over to Kit.
“Now,” Kit said, gripping Chris’ arm gently. “I want you to stand up on this chair.” He helped Chris stepped up onto the chair.
“N-n-now what?” Chris asked nervously with a look of dread on his face, staring down at the floor.
“Relax, I’m not gonna let you fall.” Kit said softy. “If you do fall, I’ll catch you, I promise.” Chris stood up straight, shut his eyes tight and his face begin twisting. “Chris, relax. Nothing is going to happen to you.”
Chris opened his eyes and looked down at Kit with a sad expression.
“I’m sorry, Kit,” he whimpered. “But I can’t even stand being a few feet off the ground.”
“I know, Chris, but you gotta be brave.” Kit said soothingly. “Eventually, you’re gonna have to go up in a tall building and I know it would be humiliating to have a panic attack in front of other people on the upper floors. And besides that, Dad’s a pilot and there will come a time when you’ll have to go with him in the Phoenix.”
There was a pause, and then Chris sighed
“Okay, Kit…I’ll try.” He said with an expression of determination.
Meanwhile, in a dark shadowy room that appeared to be decorated for Halloween, Darkwing’s girlfriend, Morgana Macawber, was watching the two Cloudkicker brothers in her crystal ball. The crystal ball then zoomed closer to Chris’ face.
“Oh, the poor darling.” Morgana said with sympathy. “He’s trying so hard to conquer his fear of heights, but it’ll take more then standing on chairs to do it and I got just the thing.”
She waved her hand and a book of spells appeared and hovered in front of her.
“Let’s see, do you have any spells to cure acrophobia?” she asked the book.
In response, the book magically opened itself and flipped its’ own pages to the Acrophobia Cure.
“Ah, yes, here we go.” Morgana said, pointing a finger at the spell. “Yes…okay, got it!” She dismissed the book and it vanished. She turned her attention to the crystal ball which still displays Chris’ face. She raised her arms up high, chanted a spell and casted it upon the crystal ball.
Back in the boys’ room, Chris suddenly stood up straight as a board, his outlines glowing in a white aura for a moment and then the aura faded.
Chris stared at the floor with no fear or nervousness, suddenly he felt really stupid and embarrassed for worrying so much about just standing on a chair.
He rubbed his head for a moment and then he hopped down from the chair.
“Wow, Kit…your treatment worked!” Chris said happily. “I’m not afraid of heights anymore.”
Kit, who was busy making peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Chris.
“Treatment? What treatment? We haven’t got to the treatments yet.” Kit said, looking a little confused.
“Well, whatever you did, it worked!” Chris said as he approached Kit and hugged him. “Is that for me?” he asked as he grabbed a sandwich and ate it.
“Y-yeah…help yourself…” Kit said numbly, puzzling over what just happened. Then he decided to test Chris. “Chris,” he addressed his brother as he finished the sandwich with a little peanut butter around his lips. “Go lay down on my bed for a minute.”
“Okay, Kit.” Chris said cheerfully. He was happy to be free of acrophobia and now he get to show Kit that he’s not afraid anymore.
He walked over to the bunk beds and climbed the top bunk with ease. To really display his lack of acrophobia, he sat on the edge of the top bunk and swings his legs back and fort.
“Wow, Chris…your phobia really is gone!” Kit exclaimed, sounding both surprised and happy. “This is a great!” He climbed up to the top bunk, sat beside his brother and gave him a hug. “Wait till we tell Huey, Dewey and Louie about this, they’ll be shocked like I was.”
Back in Morgana’s room, Morgana smile, happy to have helped the adorable blue-eyed bear cub.
“Aw, he’s even cuter when he’s happy.” Morgana cooed, she waved a hand, causing the crystal ball to go blank. “Now to get ready for my date with Dark darling.” And she was off, magically fixing her hair and make-up.
Author’s Note: WOO! That was a long one! I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter.
Pete appeared in this chapter and he’s dressed like his Goof Troop counterpart but he’s more like his A Goofy Movie counterpart, with black fur all over his body.
Please stay tuned for the next chapter!