Hello to those who might be reading our story! Mickeylover is taking a wee break from her writing, so you'll have to deal with two chapters in a row from me, Wisher. Here we go:
Chapter 12:
Queenie and Eugenia marched toward New Orleans Square. Queenie knocked people aside with her gigantic skirt while Eugenia followed behind, hoping the punishment of the White Rabbit would not take too long since she had a hot date planned with Barbossa for that night. They were supposed to go to a movie of her choosing (although Barby secretly loved chick flicks) and then have a candlelit dinner at the Blue Bayou. Eugenia closed her eyes and dreamed of Barbossa... oh, that beard... those yellowed eyes... that hat with it's scraggly purple feather...
"EUGENIA!"
Eugenia's eyes snapped open and she saw the Queen glowering at her.
"Stop daydreaming! We have work to do!"
"But, Queenie, dear," Eugenia sighed, "Cruella's left us, anyway... surely we don't need to keep on doing her dirty work for her?"
"I have been wanting to get my hands on that dratted rabbit for some time. This is a perfect excuse."
"But we told Roger we were going to help him."
Queenie stepped close to Eugenia and gave her a withering, hideous look as only Queenie could.
"Are you a villainess or not, Eugenia?" she hissed.
Eugenia nodded. Of course she was! After all, she had abused Cinderella to the best of her ability and had sent a hitman after her when the dratted girl had become a princess. But the hitman had been killed himself by the royal gaurds, and Eugenia's plans had been foiled. Hardly anyone knew about this incident, surprisingly. Queenie did, however, and knew that Eugenia needed to take her fury out on someone.
"Then let's find the runt and... OFF WITH HIS HEAD!"
Eugenia jumped and stared at Queenie, who was twitching. Oh, dear, not again. The Queen sometimes had a bit of trouble with her train of thought, spouting off random Wonderlandish quips. If this went on, it was going to be a long day.
"Roger said he was in the Dream Suite," Eugenia said and looked up to find that they were now at the steps to the said Suite.
Queenie nodded, charged forward, and pushed her way up the stairs, which was no easy task since her skirt was so large. Eugenia followed and they stood at a window to the Suite.
"How are we going to get in, it's-" Eugenia began, but was cut off when Queenie simply bashed the window with her beefy fist, causing it to shatter.
"IT'S MY UNBIRTHDAY!" Queenie roared as she crawled inside.
Eugenia followed with a bit of a sigh. They weren't being particularly stealthy about this. Once they were inside, Queenie barrelled off towards a bedroom to search for the White Rabbit while Eugenia peered into the main room. Low and behold, upon the blue velvet sofa sat...
Gaston...?
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Meanwhile, back inside the Haunted Mansion, Hatter seemed to feel the cold fingers of Death at his heart. His own fingers automatically went to his pocket to touch the little silver teapot that he always carried with him. Just the thought of tea was something of a comfort as he stared into the face of Captain Gore.
"The Hatbox Ghost is sure to be particularly fond of you," Gore said, "He loves hats."
Hatter swayed on the spot. Gore smirked... what a delight it was to toy with foolish mortals. But then Gore recalled that he had once been a mortal himself, with a foolish heart. He sighed and wondered if Wisher needed to give more details, or if her dear readers already knew the tragic tale of the Haunted Mansion's past. Gore assumed they did for the time being.
"I... I don't want to..." Hatter began timidly.
"Don't want to join us?" Gore finished for him, "I'm afraid that is too bad. We already have a room set up for you. It's a bit crowded... full of old junk. But your roommate is lovely."
"R-roommate?" Hatter squeaked.
"Yes. I haven't spoken to her for years, but her name is Priscilla. Some say it's Constance. I suppose she changed her name, the viper."
"Mon dieu," Lumiere murmured again, as he came to the realization that Hatter would be rooming with none other than Gore's wife.
"You'll be staying in the attic," Gore continued, ignoring Lumiere's comment, "There's even a piano up there."
Hatter couldn't even respond anymore. His knees were shaking so badly that it was all he could do to stand up, let alone speak. But he was not prepared for Gore's next observation:
"I see you're still a mortal. Well, bit inconvinient, but we can fix that."
"Wh-what?" Hatter managed.
"You'll have to die, of course. You can't be a ghost without dying first," Gore said logically.
Hatter promptly passed out, sending Lumiere flying across the cold floor. His candles were blown out and they were all bathed in darkness again. Gore sighed.
"Mortals," he grumbled.
- Wisher
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Sunday, July 5, 2009
Chapter 11: Furrykins and Gore
Chapter 11: Furrykins and Gore
Cruella was almost beside herself. How could she bear to throw her beloved and most expensive fur into the briny moat? As the group walked back through Fantasyland and neared the Castle, Cruella's hand went up to her throat and stroked the raccoon fur. The wicked woman actually felt tears come to her eyes. No, she could not part with Furrykins (as she had no creatively named it). There had to be another way to get information out of the ridiculous Roger Rabbit. Cruella imagined that torturing him would do nicely, but what if the rabbit fainted? Then he would be of no use at all. As they neared the moat, Cruella began to hyperventilate at the awful thought of throwing her beloved fur into it.
"Eugenia, dahling!" she gasped, "I cannot do this!"
"It was your idea, Cruella," Eugenia hissed.
"I know, but... but I've changed my mind!"
"It's too late for that!"
"I can't just toss this gorgeous fur into that dratted moat!"
"Well, if you won't do it, then what can we do?"
Cruella sighed, for she had no idea. Was there another way to gain Roger's trust? She supposed that giving him a big carrot would appease him, but for how long? Cruella sighed and stroked the fur despairingly. Eugenia imagined herself stroking Barbossa's beard in all its scraggly wonder, but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a frustrated snarl from the Queen.
"Well, are you going to throw it in or not?"
"I... I..." Cruella attempted.
"You said you had to as part of of the F.A.," Roger said, raising an eyebrow, "Or was that a lie?"
All three women gulped. Had they been found out? Cruella stared at Roger, who looked back stonily... or as stonily as a cartoon rabbit can. Several silent moments passed. In those moments, Cruella had an inner struggle, Eugenia dreamed of a romantic night with Barbossa, and Roger wished he had stayed in his Toontown Hills home. But what of Queenie? Quite simply, the be-moled woman had had enough of this whole plotline. She snatched the raccoon fur from Cruella's neck and promptly went to the side of the bridge.
"Queeeeeeeeenniiiiiieeeeee!" Cruella screeched.
But Queenie was a woman driven by her own desires. She gave Cruella one short, fierce look. Then she threw the fur into the moat. Although Cruella screamed with rage, the fur floated for a second then sunk out of sight. The three women and the rabbit stood there and looked at the place where the fur had fallen. All four knew that it could never be recovered, for things that fell into the moat were never seen again.
"Well, that's that," Eugenia said after a moment.
Cruella turned and slapped Eugenia sharply across the face in her rage. Then she turned and ran down Main Street. Eugenia gave a whimper of pain once she had gotten over the initial shock and Queenie gave a dark, satisfied chuckle. Roger stared at them both for a second, then turned and started to run for the safety of Coke Corner. Queenie, however, reached out and grabbed his ears again before he could get away. He gave a little shriek of pain.
"Where's the White Rabbit?" she barked.
"I... uh..." Roger stammered.
Eugenia stepped forward and gave Roger an evil look.
"Well, I dare say we shall find out soon enough," she said, "I have a lovely torture chamber with all the furnishings set up for you."
"No!" Roger shrieked, "All right! I'll tell you! He's in the Dream Suite!"
Queenie and Eugenias' eyes widened. So the White Rabbit was living it up without them, eh? Well, he would soon pay... with his fur.
DUN DUN DUN!!!!
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Meanwhile, back in the Haunted Mansion, the Hatter was completely and utterly terrified. If he had been scared before, now he could barely even stand up for fear. The darkness surrounded him, almost suffocating him. He couldn't even scream. He simply stood in the dark hall, trembling uncontrollably, his heart racing.
"Monsieur?" came Lumiere's voice, "Are you there?"
"Y-yes," Hatter managed, "I'm h-here."
Lumiere relit his candles and Hatter breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to get out of the Mansion. He hurried forward to take Lumiere from his ectoplasm prison. Hatter gasped when he entered the area; it was terribly cold. He got ahold of Lumiere and carried him back down the hall... what he could see of it, anyway.
"We're g-getting out of h-here," Hatter stammered, "I can't t-take this anymore."
"Hurry, Monsieur!" Lumiere said.
Hatter did just that, but was stopped when the pair of doors leading to the exit suddenly slammed shut. Hatter gasped with terror. A loud, mwah-ha-ha-ish laugh filled the deathly still air. It sent shivers down Hatter's spine.
"Leaving so soon?" came the voice that belonged to the laugh, "But we were just getting ready to welcome you!"
"W-welcome me?" Hatter asked, looking around.
"Yes. We have 999 happy haunts here, but there's room for 1000. How good of you to volunteer!"
"But I didn't-" Hatter shrieked, but he stopped when someone materialized before him.
"Mon dieu," Lumiere murmured.
Before them stood the transparent body of a ghost with a terribly tragic past. Hatter could barely breathe.
"Welcome, foolish Hatter, to the Haunted Mansion," the ghost said.
"Wh-who are you?" Hatter asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"I am Captain Gore," said the owner of that name.
Hatter had never even entered the Mansion before, let alone read about its tragic history. But he had heard stories from the other Disney characters about the mysterious and horrible Captain Gore: that Gore ate kittens, that he was a pirate, that he was the victim of a horrid head transplant gone wrong, that he had murdered his wife. Hatter had once wondered which parts of the stories were true, but now, as he looked into the transparent face of his Ghost Host, he didn't really care. All poor, petrified Hatter knew was that he was just that- petrified at the prospect of being the 1000th resident on the Mansion.
"Your cadaverous palor betrays signs of foreboding, almost as though you detect a disquieting metamorphosis," Gore said, reciting a line from his spiel that he had to say over and over again every day.
Hatter only nodded. He couldn't do anything else at that moment. Which was a shame, for little did he know that Captain Gore was afraid of one thing, and that was something Hatter posessed in his coat pocket...
- Wisher
Cruella was almost beside herself. How could she bear to throw her beloved and most expensive fur into the briny moat? As the group walked back through Fantasyland and neared the Castle, Cruella's hand went up to her throat and stroked the raccoon fur. The wicked woman actually felt tears come to her eyes. No, she could not part with Furrykins (as she had no creatively named it). There had to be another way to get information out of the ridiculous Roger Rabbit. Cruella imagined that torturing him would do nicely, but what if the rabbit fainted? Then he would be of no use at all. As they neared the moat, Cruella began to hyperventilate at the awful thought of throwing her beloved fur into it.
"Eugenia, dahling!" she gasped, "I cannot do this!"
"It was your idea, Cruella," Eugenia hissed.
"I know, but... but I've changed my mind!"
"It's too late for that!"
"I can't just toss this gorgeous fur into that dratted moat!"
"Well, if you won't do it, then what can we do?"
Cruella sighed, for she had no idea. Was there another way to gain Roger's trust? She supposed that giving him a big carrot would appease him, but for how long? Cruella sighed and stroked the fur despairingly. Eugenia imagined herself stroking Barbossa's beard in all its scraggly wonder, but her thoughts were soon interrupted by a frustrated snarl from the Queen.
"Well, are you going to throw it in or not?"
"I... I..." Cruella attempted.
"You said you had to as part of of the F.A.," Roger said, raising an eyebrow, "Or was that a lie?"
All three women gulped. Had they been found out? Cruella stared at Roger, who looked back stonily... or as stonily as a cartoon rabbit can. Several silent moments passed. In those moments, Cruella had an inner struggle, Eugenia dreamed of a romantic night with Barbossa, and Roger wished he had stayed in his Toontown Hills home. But what of Queenie? Quite simply, the be-moled woman had had enough of this whole plotline. She snatched the raccoon fur from Cruella's neck and promptly went to the side of the bridge.
"Queeeeeeeeenniiiiiieeeeee!" Cruella screeched.
But Queenie was a woman driven by her own desires. She gave Cruella one short, fierce look. Then she threw the fur into the moat. Although Cruella screamed with rage, the fur floated for a second then sunk out of sight. The three women and the rabbit stood there and looked at the place where the fur had fallen. All four knew that it could never be recovered, for things that fell into the moat were never seen again.
"Well, that's that," Eugenia said after a moment.
Cruella turned and slapped Eugenia sharply across the face in her rage. Then she turned and ran down Main Street. Eugenia gave a whimper of pain once she had gotten over the initial shock and Queenie gave a dark, satisfied chuckle. Roger stared at them both for a second, then turned and started to run for the safety of Coke Corner. Queenie, however, reached out and grabbed his ears again before he could get away. He gave a little shriek of pain.
"Where's the White Rabbit?" she barked.
"I... uh..." Roger stammered.
Eugenia stepped forward and gave Roger an evil look.
"Well, I dare say we shall find out soon enough," she said, "I have a lovely torture chamber with all the furnishings set up for you."
"No!" Roger shrieked, "All right! I'll tell you! He's in the Dream Suite!"
Queenie and Eugenias' eyes widened. So the White Rabbit was living it up without them, eh? Well, he would soon pay... with his fur.
DUN DUN DUN!!!!
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Meanwhile, back in the Haunted Mansion, the Hatter was completely and utterly terrified. If he had been scared before, now he could barely even stand up for fear. The darkness surrounded him, almost suffocating him. He couldn't even scream. He simply stood in the dark hall, trembling uncontrollably, his heart racing.
"Monsieur?" came Lumiere's voice, "Are you there?"
"Y-yes," Hatter managed, "I'm h-here."
Lumiere relit his candles and Hatter breathed a sigh of relief. He wanted to get out of the Mansion. He hurried forward to take Lumiere from his ectoplasm prison. Hatter gasped when he entered the area; it was terribly cold. He got ahold of Lumiere and carried him back down the hall... what he could see of it, anyway.
"We're g-getting out of h-here," Hatter stammered, "I can't t-take this anymore."
"Hurry, Monsieur!" Lumiere said.
Hatter did just that, but was stopped when the pair of doors leading to the exit suddenly slammed shut. Hatter gasped with terror. A loud, mwah-ha-ha-ish laugh filled the deathly still air. It sent shivers down Hatter's spine.
"Leaving so soon?" came the voice that belonged to the laugh, "But we were just getting ready to welcome you!"
"W-welcome me?" Hatter asked, looking around.
"Yes. We have 999 happy haunts here, but there's room for 1000. How good of you to volunteer!"
"But I didn't-" Hatter shrieked, but he stopped when someone materialized before him.
"Mon dieu," Lumiere murmured.
Before them stood the transparent body of a ghost with a terribly tragic past. Hatter could barely breathe.
"Welcome, foolish Hatter, to the Haunted Mansion," the ghost said.
"Wh-who are you?" Hatter asked, his voice barely more than a whisper.
"I am Captain Gore," said the owner of that name.
Hatter had never even entered the Mansion before, let alone read about its tragic history. But he had heard stories from the other Disney characters about the mysterious and horrible Captain Gore: that Gore ate kittens, that he was a pirate, that he was the victim of a horrid head transplant gone wrong, that he had murdered his wife. Hatter had once wondered which parts of the stories were true, but now, as he looked into the transparent face of his Ghost Host, he didn't really care. All poor, petrified Hatter knew was that he was just that- petrified at the prospect of being the 1000th resident on the Mansion.
"Your cadaverous palor betrays signs of foreboding, almost as though you detect a disquieting metamorphosis," Gore said, reciting a line from his spiel that he had to say over and over again every day.
Hatter only nodded. He couldn't do anything else at that moment. Which was a shame, for little did he know that Captain Gore was afraid of one thing, and that was something Hatter posessed in his coat pocket...
- Wisher
Friday, July 3, 2009
Chapter 10: A Cruella Manipulation
Chapter 10: A Cruella Manipulation
Poor Roger had come out of hiding expecting many great things to happen that day. He had hoped to see some old friends, take a ride on Space Mountain, and then he had planned to end the day by taking his hot girlfriend on a date at the Blue Bayou. He had NOT expected to have his ears squished in the monstrous hands of the Queen of Hearts only minutes after revealing himself to the outside world.
Roger squirmed to free himself from the Queen’s tight grip. “Hey!” he shouted indignantly, “Let me go, you old hag!”
But the Queen did not hear his feisty remark. Instead she shouted to her wicked friends, rather triumphantly, “I have found the rabbit!”
Eugenia and Cruella approached the Queen slowly; both reluctant to inform the uptight ruler that she had the wrong rabbit.
“Queenie, dahling. I’m afraid that’s the wrong rabbit…” Cruella began (for she was the more daring of the two women).
“WHAT????!!!” The Queen screamed in frustration as she threw poor Roger Rabbit into the air, causing him to land soundly on his bottom.
“Ouch! You really hurt me, lady.” Muttered the wounded animal as he stood up, wiping off his suspender pants angrily. He began to stalk away from the motley crew.
Cruella had an idea, though, and spoke quickly before the Rabbit was out of earshot.
“Oh dear Rabbit!” she yelled, stopping Roger in his tracks, “Please help us, we were only looking for the White Rabbit because… we heard he was in…great danger…yes! And we wanted to help him!”
Roger thought for a moment. He surely didn’t trust the three wicked women, especially not Cruella, who had a very bad reputation in the animal community. But still, the White Rabbit was his cousin, and if he really were in danger…
He turned toward the ladies very slowly, keeping a safe distance. “And why should I believe you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Cruella, “How do I know you’re not going to just make a coat out of us both?” He said as he noted the sad fate of the raccoon resting on her neck.
Cruella hadn’t calculated Roger’s intelligence into her evil plan. She thought for a moment.
“Well…you see Roger, dear, I have changed!” she lied, “I am breaking my addiction to fur!”
“Yes, it’s true!” joined in Eugenia, happy to be taking part of the evil manipulation, “I’ve encouraged Cruella here to join ‘Fur-holics Anonymous’.”
“I’m on day 23.”
“Yes, and she was just on her way to fulfill today’s assignment…to..uh..throw her favorite fur into the castle moat. Hence, the raccoon.”
Cruella’s hand instinctively went up to her precious, extremely expensive neck decoration. She did not like this idea one bit. But she was not dim and knew that she had to play along if she was going to get the Rabbit on her side.
She cast a glare at Eugenia, but continued the charade. “Um, yes, I was…just heading to the… moat.”
Roger was not fully convinced. “All right, I think I know where the White Rabbit may be, but first…” he began, “let’s go to the moat, I wouldn’t want you to fall behind on your assignments.”
“Oh, yes of course.” Cruella replied with a weak smile.
And with that, an excited Eugenia, slightly dazed and confused Queen, suspicious rabbit, and very reluctant Cruella made their way towards the castle moat.
-Mickeylover
Poor Roger had come out of hiding expecting many great things to happen that day. He had hoped to see some old friends, take a ride on Space Mountain, and then he had planned to end the day by taking his hot girlfriend on a date at the Blue Bayou. He had NOT expected to have his ears squished in the monstrous hands of the Queen of Hearts only minutes after revealing himself to the outside world.
Roger squirmed to free himself from the Queen’s tight grip. “Hey!” he shouted indignantly, “Let me go, you old hag!”
But the Queen did not hear his feisty remark. Instead she shouted to her wicked friends, rather triumphantly, “I have found the rabbit!”
Eugenia and Cruella approached the Queen slowly; both reluctant to inform the uptight ruler that she had the wrong rabbit.
“Queenie, dahling. I’m afraid that’s the wrong rabbit…” Cruella began (for she was the more daring of the two women).
“WHAT????!!!” The Queen screamed in frustration as she threw poor Roger Rabbit into the air, causing him to land soundly on his bottom.
“Ouch! You really hurt me, lady.” Muttered the wounded animal as he stood up, wiping off his suspender pants angrily. He began to stalk away from the motley crew.
Cruella had an idea, though, and spoke quickly before the Rabbit was out of earshot.
“Oh dear Rabbit!” she yelled, stopping Roger in his tracks, “Please help us, we were only looking for the White Rabbit because… we heard he was in…great danger…yes! And we wanted to help him!”
Roger thought for a moment. He surely didn’t trust the three wicked women, especially not Cruella, who had a very bad reputation in the animal community. But still, the White Rabbit was his cousin, and if he really were in danger…
He turned toward the ladies very slowly, keeping a safe distance. “And why should I believe you?” he asked, narrowing his eyes at Cruella, “How do I know you’re not going to just make a coat out of us both?” He said as he noted the sad fate of the raccoon resting on her neck.
Cruella hadn’t calculated Roger’s intelligence into her evil plan. She thought for a moment.
“Well…you see Roger, dear, I have changed!” she lied, “I am breaking my addiction to fur!”
“Yes, it’s true!” joined in Eugenia, happy to be taking part of the evil manipulation, “I’ve encouraged Cruella here to join ‘Fur-holics Anonymous’.”
“I’m on day 23.”
“Yes, and she was just on her way to fulfill today’s assignment…to..uh..throw her favorite fur into the castle moat. Hence, the raccoon.”
Cruella’s hand instinctively went up to her precious, extremely expensive neck decoration. She did not like this idea one bit. But she was not dim and knew that she had to play along if she was going to get the Rabbit on her side.
She cast a glare at Eugenia, but continued the charade. “Um, yes, I was…just heading to the… moat.”
Roger was not fully convinced. “All right, I think I know where the White Rabbit may be, but first…” he began, “let’s go to the moat, I wouldn’t want you to fall behind on your assignments.”
“Oh, yes of course.” Cruella replied with a weak smile.
And with that, an excited Eugenia, slightly dazed and confused Queen, suspicious rabbit, and very reluctant Cruella made their way towards the castle moat.
-Mickeylover
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