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
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