The poor Hatter cowered in his doom buggy, closing his eyes against the oppressive darkness. The possessed buggy went up a staircase and turned into a hall. Hatter opened his eyes to peek at his surroundings and suddenly heard a familiar French accent.
"Mon dieu! Le Chapeau Lune!"
Hatter did not speak French and looked about in confusion.
"Regarde! Regarde!" came the desperate French voice again, and Hatter suddenly saw who was speaking.
Lumiere the candelabra was trapped down a hallway facing Hatter's buggy. Poor Lumiere was floating, trapped in some sort of ghostly spell. He attempted to wave at Hatter, but he was stuck.
"Lumiere!" Hatter cried, relieved to see a familiar face, "What are you doing here?"
Lumiere had calmed down a bit and now spoke in English:
"Those horrible ghosts captured me and left me in this hallway! I was minding my own business in the Beast's Library and one of them... I think it was the little one, Gus... snatched me up and brought me here! I tried to burn his hand, but ghosts can't feel a thing."
"So you were candle-napped? That's horrid!" Hatter said.
"C'est vrai, mon ami," Lumiere sighed, "But now I am trapped here. I don't suppose you could help me?"
Hatter attempted to push his way out of his doom buggy, but the bar held fast. Hatter sighed. He had to help Lumiere... after all, what kind of friend would be be if he just left him in this frightening place? Hatter was finally able to wriggle his way out of the buggy, which growled at him angrily and continued on its way down the hall. Hatter hurried towards Lumiere, his hand outstretched.
Just then, a cold, mysterious wind blew through the Mansion and left Lumiere and Hatter in total darkness.
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Meanwhile, back in Fantasyland, the slowest moving line in the whole Park was slower than usual.
"Why is this taking so long?" Queenie bellowed at a nearby cast member.
The cast member, who was named Wilby, had always been horrified of the Queen of Hearts since his childhood.
"I'm s-sorry, Your Majesty, b-but P-Peter Pan's Flight is having technical d-difficulties," he managed.
Cruella rapped poor Wilby over the head with her cigarette holder and he gave a small squeal of pain.
"Listen, you twerp, we're looking for the White Rabbit," she snarled, "Have you seen him?"
"Oh, um, yes," Wilby said.
"Where?" Queenie roared, lifting poor Wilby into the air by his shirt collar.
"On the Carousel, I don't know, I'm sorry, I'm just a little fella, please don't hurt me, I-"
"Shut up!" Eugenia snapped.
Queenie tossed Wilby to the ground.
"Useless," she hissed, "We shall have to search elsewhere."
"But where, Queenie, dahling?" Cruella asked, "Alice cannot be in this ride since it's broken down. Perhaps the Rabbit is not even with Alice."
"That's true," Eugenia added.
Queenie sighed, gave Wilby a kick, and peered down the road into Fantasyland. She was surprised to see a pair of large white ears near the Teacups. She took off running toward them. Now, as you may have guessed, dear reader, being in the Queen's path was dangerous enough. Being in her way when she was running was very much like being in the path of a ferocious rhineroceros. People screamed and dove to the side as the Queen barrelled onward toward the pair of furry white ears.
"Queenie!" came Cruella's cry from behind, "I don't think..."
"That's not...!" Eugenia began.
But it was too late. The Queen had come to a stop and had seized the ears of none other than Roger Rabbit. Roger had not been seen for years, and yet on the day he had chosen to venture out of his home in the hills of Toontown, bad luck had found him with a vengeance.
- Wisher
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
Chapter 8: Big Ears, Screaming Children, And A Doom-buggy
Chapter 8: Big Ears, Screaming Children, And A Doom-buggy
Meanwhile, in a mine deep below Disneyland, a character who hadn’t yet been introduced into the story was busy at work on an important project. As he put the finishing touches on his masterpiece, he smiled a goofy smile and his ears wiggled slightly.
Whenever the undersized fellow had seen Merlin roaming the park with his beloved Dulcinea, he had always been filled with awe.
Oh, I wish I could have a hat like Merlin’s…The mysterious runt had always thought in silence. Sure, he’d had his own floppy piece of fabric that he wore as a hat, but that had never quite done the job right, so he’d gotten rid of it. He wanted something much better. He wanted a bona-fide, original wizard hat…with the point-y end and everything.
And he knew a fancy wizard hat was good for so many things. Covering up bald spots was one of them, and our tiny fellow had no hair at all, so he was most in need of this. He also relished the chance to finally cover up his humongous, ungainly ears once and for all. Oh, how he hated those huge ears of his. They weighed him down and made him so clumsy…not to mention the fact that they wiggled uncontrollably at random times. Yes, it was time to finally hood his hearing appendages, so no one else could remark: “Oh, what cute big ears you have!”
He fumed whenever he heard that one.
But the most important attribute of a good hat was that it could be a friend. He had observed many times the silent affection Merlin had shared with Dulcinea, and he wanted to have that to.
So he had created his own wizard hat. He smiled again, this time a proud smile that reached from one huge ear to other huge ear. Oh beautiful hat, he thought as he lovingly caressed its long purple point, I shall name thee…Winnifred.
Little did our silly little friend know that Winnifred was actually William, but that’s a detail that will become apparent later on in the story. Right now, all that mattered was that a new friendship had been born.
And Dopey did so need a friend.
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Eugenia had suggested to her comrades that they first check Peter Pan’s Flight in their search for the White Rabbit, because after all, Alice and Peter were friends and maybe the White Rabbit was with Alice on the ride. Secretly though, Eugenia was relishing the chance to get on a pirate ship because they reminded her of her sweetheart, Barbossa.
So, the three evil matrons stomped their way through Fantasyland, glaring at everyone they saw, much to the dismay of frightened old men everywhere. As they got in line to ride Peter Pan’s Flight, the Queen of Hearts was questioning her friends on where they had last seen the White Rabbit, in an attempt to speed the search along.
“So! Where was the last place the White Rabbit was seen?” asked the Queen, in a gruff, commanding tone.
Eugenia and Cruella had looked at each other helplessly and shrugged, replying that neither had seen the Rabbit in ages.
“THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT!” The Queen had screamed, causing several passers-by to stop and stare (if they weren’t already).
“WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!” The Queen ordered. When everyone just stared back at Her Majesty in confusion, she grabbed an autograph book from a little girl without so much as a thank you, and began to write down the useless clue.
All three ignored the small child’s screams (they were used to that sort of thing by now) and waited patiently in line.
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Meanwhile, our dear Hatter was in way over his over-sized hat at the Haunted Mansion. The stretching room had really done a number on the poor fellow’s nerves. By now, his knees were shaking and he was having a difficult time holding himself up. Once he saw the shadow of the hung man in the ceiling of the stretching room, he decided that Merlin’s hat could find itself, and he was off the case. But those darn CM’s had been no help at all. They just pushed him onward toward the doom-buggies. As his doom-buggy closed down on him with a horrific, final thud, he thought of how appropriately named it was.
For this buggy was certainly bringing him to his doom.
-Mickeylover
Meanwhile, in a mine deep below Disneyland, a character who hadn’t yet been introduced into the story was busy at work on an important project. As he put the finishing touches on his masterpiece, he smiled a goofy smile and his ears wiggled slightly.
Whenever the undersized fellow had seen Merlin roaming the park with his beloved Dulcinea, he had always been filled with awe.
Oh, I wish I could have a hat like Merlin’s…The mysterious runt had always thought in silence. Sure, he’d had his own floppy piece of fabric that he wore as a hat, but that had never quite done the job right, so he’d gotten rid of it. He wanted something much better. He wanted a bona-fide, original wizard hat…with the point-y end and everything.
And he knew a fancy wizard hat was good for so many things. Covering up bald spots was one of them, and our tiny fellow had no hair at all, so he was most in need of this. He also relished the chance to finally cover up his humongous, ungainly ears once and for all. Oh, how he hated those huge ears of his. They weighed him down and made him so clumsy…not to mention the fact that they wiggled uncontrollably at random times. Yes, it was time to finally hood his hearing appendages, so no one else could remark: “Oh, what cute big ears you have!”
He fumed whenever he heard that one.
But the most important attribute of a good hat was that it could be a friend. He had observed many times the silent affection Merlin had shared with Dulcinea, and he wanted to have that to.
So he had created his own wizard hat. He smiled again, this time a proud smile that reached from one huge ear to other huge ear. Oh beautiful hat, he thought as he lovingly caressed its long purple point, I shall name thee…Winnifred.
Little did our silly little friend know that Winnifred was actually William, but that’s a detail that will become apparent later on in the story. Right now, all that mattered was that a new friendship had been born.
And Dopey did so need a friend.
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Eugenia had suggested to her comrades that they first check Peter Pan’s Flight in their search for the White Rabbit, because after all, Alice and Peter were friends and maybe the White Rabbit was with Alice on the ride. Secretly though, Eugenia was relishing the chance to get on a pirate ship because they reminded her of her sweetheart, Barbossa.
So, the three evil matrons stomped their way through Fantasyland, glaring at everyone they saw, much to the dismay of frightened old men everywhere. As they got in line to ride Peter Pan’s Flight, the Queen of Hearts was questioning her friends on where they had last seen the White Rabbit, in an attempt to speed the search along.
“So! Where was the last place the White Rabbit was seen?” asked the Queen, in a gruff, commanding tone.
Eugenia and Cruella had looked at each other helplessly and shrugged, replying that neither had seen the Rabbit in ages.
“THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT!” The Queen had screamed, causing several passers-by to stop and stare (if they weren’t already).
“WRITE THAT DOWN!!!!” The Queen ordered. When everyone just stared back at Her Majesty in confusion, she grabbed an autograph book from a little girl without so much as a thank you, and began to write down the useless clue.
All three ignored the small child’s screams (they were used to that sort of thing by now) and waited patiently in line.
---------
Meanwhile, our dear Hatter was in way over his over-sized hat at the Haunted Mansion. The stretching room had really done a number on the poor fellow’s nerves. By now, his knees were shaking and he was having a difficult time holding himself up. Once he saw the shadow of the hung man in the ceiling of the stretching room, he decided that Merlin’s hat could find itself, and he was off the case. But those darn CM’s had been no help at all. They just pushed him onward toward the doom-buggies. As his doom-buggy closed down on him with a horrific, final thud, he thought of how appropriately named it was.
For this buggy was certainly bringing him to his doom.
-Mickeylover
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Chapter 7: Along Came Queenie
Chapter 7: Along Came Queenie
Back in his dressing room, Jack was delighted with his recent discovery. He had thought of one wish that could make him happy for the rest of his days, or so he thought.
"Oh, great magical hat," he proclaimed, "I wish I had a bottle o' rum."
With a little "pop!", a bottle of rum appeared on a chair. Jack gave a hoot of joy and rushed over to it. In his haste, however, he dropped Dulcinea and stepped on her. Now, you may think, dear reader, that hats can never be angry because they have no emotions. In this case, you would be quite wrong. After being abused so, Dulcinea decided to stop granting any of Jack's wishes. The pirate was happily drinking his alchoholic beverage, however, and could not have known Dulcinea's thoughts.
Oh, but Wisher, you may be saying, hats have no brains! Hats have no hearts!
Once again, you would be wrong. For hats can love and long to be loved, just as people can. Dulcinea could not really recall a time when she had not been with Merlin. She looked out for him, always hiding his bald spot, and he looked out for her. Until recently. Dulcinea did not particularly blame Merlin for not waking up when Jack had stolen her, but really, she was beginning to wonder if he truly, truly loved her. She had wondered this before when Janessa the frog had come into Merlin's life, but Janessa had soon died and that problem was solved. Dulcinea felt bad for Merlin, of course, but she had always wanted to be the one and only in his life, and no slimy little frog was going to stand in her way.
Dulcinea looked up at Jack from her place on the floor. He picked her up after a moment and said,
"I wish I had two well-endowed wenches right here, right now."
Dulcinea refused to grant that wish, and Jack stared at the hat and raised an eyebrow.
"Two. Wenches. Now."
No wenches appeared, so Jack decided to set out and find some on his own. He left Dulcinea behind in the dark dressing room. The poor hat was left wondering when her Merlin would come to rescue her.
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Meanwhile, the Hatter was making his way to the Haunted Mansion. He was really very terrified of the place and he felt his knees trembling as he came to its gate. The Mansion seemed to glare down at him, daring him to enter. Hatter gulped and stepped through the gates. He came to the long porch of the Mansion and regarded the pale woman who stood there.
"Um... I'm looking for a hat," Hatter told her, "Someone stole it. Any chance you've seen someone with a pointy purple hat?"
The woman only raised her arm and pointed to the doorway of the Mansion. Hatter nodded, assuming that she meant she had seen the culprit. Little did Hatter know that she only spoke Gaelic and had no idea what he had said. He also didn't know she was a vampire, but that is another story that shall be told at another time.
So the Hatter walked into the cobwebby darkness, his heart hammering and his hands shaking. What adventures (or midadventures) with the Mansion's residents would be instore for him?
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Cruella and Eugenia walked past the Castle, glowering at everyone. Glowering was one of Eugenia's favorite passtimes, and Cruella was certain that she herself had already perfected the art. The two wicked ladies marched toward the Wishing Well to discuss where to find bratty little Alice.
"Oh, shut up, Snow White!" Cruella shouted when she heard Snow White's high voice fill the air.
"My Barby loves her voice," Eugenia said.
"Yeah, well, your Barby is a loser."
Eugenia opened her mouth to respond in anger, but was cut short when Cruella suddenly called, "Queenie, dahling!"
Eugenia turned to see the Queen of Hearts coming their way. She smirked. How perfect! If they couldn't find nasty little Alice, the Queen could certainly help them in their quest for the White Rabbit.
"Cruella!" the Queen replied, swinging her flamingo, "How perfectly horrid to see you!"
"You, too, you old crone!" Cruella replied, for it is the custom that when villains greet each other, they must insult one another as a sign of friendship.
"And you, you old bat!" the Queen said, turning to Eugenia, "How's your filthy pirate?"
"Oh, he's-" Eugenia began, but Cruella interrupted her, not wanting to hear about Barbossa.
"Listen, Queenie, dahling, we need to find someone," Cruella said, taking the Queen by her frighteningly buff arm, "He's short, and white, and-"
"You mean Donald Duck? Sorry, Cruella, but I frightened him off this morning by threatening to cook him for dinner."
"No, no, I meant the White Rabbit."
"Oh. Him. Well, I believe I saw him in Adventureland this morning."
"Adventureland?" Eugenia asked, surprised.
"Why, yes. I was taking an early morning ride on the Jungle Cruise and saw him skipping about in the jungle. Very odd, but there you have it."
Eugenia silently wondered what this was all about, but supposed that it was better not to ask. Instead, she said,
"Well, we're looking for him because Cruella thinks he would make a lovely addition to her collection of furs."
The Queen's eyes widened for a moment, but then she remembered that she was a villainess after all and delighted in wicked plans.
"Why, Cruella, what a clever plan!" she said, although something in her heart told her it was wrong to say so, "Of course I'll help! Come, let us look in Fantasyland first."
"But we just came from there," Eugenia said.
The Queen gave her a hideous glare that would have made a weaker woman faint.
"All ways are my ways," she hissed.
Eugenia nodded and the three of them, Cruella, Eugenia, and Queenie, walked back into Fantasyland, glaring at passersby as they went. Little did they know that what would come next would change the course of their lives as villainesses forever.
- Wisher
Back in his dressing room, Jack was delighted with his recent discovery. He had thought of one wish that could make him happy for the rest of his days, or so he thought.
"Oh, great magical hat," he proclaimed, "I wish I had a bottle o' rum."
With a little "pop!", a bottle of rum appeared on a chair. Jack gave a hoot of joy and rushed over to it. In his haste, however, he dropped Dulcinea and stepped on her. Now, you may think, dear reader, that hats can never be angry because they have no emotions. In this case, you would be quite wrong. After being abused so, Dulcinea decided to stop granting any of Jack's wishes. The pirate was happily drinking his alchoholic beverage, however, and could not have known Dulcinea's thoughts.
Oh, but Wisher, you may be saying, hats have no brains! Hats have no hearts!
Once again, you would be wrong. For hats can love and long to be loved, just as people can. Dulcinea could not really recall a time when she had not been with Merlin. She looked out for him, always hiding his bald spot, and he looked out for her. Until recently. Dulcinea did not particularly blame Merlin for not waking up when Jack had stolen her, but really, she was beginning to wonder if he truly, truly loved her. She had wondered this before when Janessa the frog had come into Merlin's life, but Janessa had soon died and that problem was solved. Dulcinea felt bad for Merlin, of course, but she had always wanted to be the one and only in his life, and no slimy little frog was going to stand in her way.
Dulcinea looked up at Jack from her place on the floor. He picked her up after a moment and said,
"I wish I had two well-endowed wenches right here, right now."
Dulcinea refused to grant that wish, and Jack stared at the hat and raised an eyebrow.
"Two. Wenches. Now."
No wenches appeared, so Jack decided to set out and find some on his own. He left Dulcinea behind in the dark dressing room. The poor hat was left wondering when her Merlin would come to rescue her.
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Meanwhile, the Hatter was making his way to the Haunted Mansion. He was really very terrified of the place and he felt his knees trembling as he came to its gate. The Mansion seemed to glare down at him, daring him to enter. Hatter gulped and stepped through the gates. He came to the long porch of the Mansion and regarded the pale woman who stood there.
"Um... I'm looking for a hat," Hatter told her, "Someone stole it. Any chance you've seen someone with a pointy purple hat?"
The woman only raised her arm and pointed to the doorway of the Mansion. Hatter nodded, assuming that she meant she had seen the culprit. Little did Hatter know that she only spoke Gaelic and had no idea what he had said. He also didn't know she was a vampire, but that is another story that shall be told at another time.
So the Hatter walked into the cobwebby darkness, his heart hammering and his hands shaking. What adventures (or midadventures) with the Mansion's residents would be instore for him?
_________________________
Cruella and Eugenia walked past the Castle, glowering at everyone. Glowering was one of Eugenia's favorite passtimes, and Cruella was certain that she herself had already perfected the art. The two wicked ladies marched toward the Wishing Well to discuss where to find bratty little Alice.
"Oh, shut up, Snow White!" Cruella shouted when she heard Snow White's high voice fill the air.
"My Barby loves her voice," Eugenia said.
"Yeah, well, your Barby is a loser."
Eugenia opened her mouth to respond in anger, but was cut short when Cruella suddenly called, "Queenie, dahling!"
Eugenia turned to see the Queen of Hearts coming their way. She smirked. How perfect! If they couldn't find nasty little Alice, the Queen could certainly help them in their quest for the White Rabbit.
"Cruella!" the Queen replied, swinging her flamingo, "How perfectly horrid to see you!"
"You, too, you old crone!" Cruella replied, for it is the custom that when villains greet each other, they must insult one another as a sign of friendship.
"And you, you old bat!" the Queen said, turning to Eugenia, "How's your filthy pirate?"
"Oh, he's-" Eugenia began, but Cruella interrupted her, not wanting to hear about Barbossa.
"Listen, Queenie, dahling, we need to find someone," Cruella said, taking the Queen by her frighteningly buff arm, "He's short, and white, and-"
"You mean Donald Duck? Sorry, Cruella, but I frightened him off this morning by threatening to cook him for dinner."
"No, no, I meant the White Rabbit."
"Oh. Him. Well, I believe I saw him in Adventureland this morning."
"Adventureland?" Eugenia asked, surprised.
"Why, yes. I was taking an early morning ride on the Jungle Cruise and saw him skipping about in the jungle. Very odd, but there you have it."
Eugenia silently wondered what this was all about, but supposed that it was better not to ask. Instead, she said,
"Well, we're looking for him because Cruella thinks he would make a lovely addition to her collection of furs."
The Queen's eyes widened for a moment, but then she remembered that she was a villainess after all and delighted in wicked plans.
"Why, Cruella, what a clever plan!" she said, although something in her heart told her it was wrong to say so, "Of course I'll help! Come, let us look in Fantasyland first."
"But we just came from there," Eugenia said.
The Queen gave her a hideous glare that would have made a weaker woman faint.
"All ways are my ways," she hissed.
Eugenia nodded and the three of them, Cruella, Eugenia, and Queenie, walked back into Fantasyland, glaring at passersby as they went. Little did they know that what would come next would change the course of their lives as villainesses forever.
- Wisher
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