Chapter 13: Painting His Portrait

Chapter 13: Painting His Portrait

Gaston let out a rather feminine scream as he leapt off the couch where he had been posing for his portrait. He now stood looking quite embarrassed into the stunned faces of Eugenia and Queenie. Suddenly, the buff brute grew angry.

“What’s wrong with you? Why would you just barge in like that?!” Gaston shouted. Now, he was fuming. The portrait was meant to be a surprise for Belle. She would see how sexy he looked in the picture and decide he was so much better than that hairy dope she married and then she would come back to him. But now Eugenia and Queenie had seen him posing for it and they would tell everyone how amazingly good looking he was. His surprise would be ruined.

“We’re…uh… looking for the White Rabbit.” Eugenia responded when she finally remembered how to speak.

“OFF WITH HIS HEAD!” Yelled the Queen in haste.

Eugenia rolled her eyes and it was Gaston’s turn to stare in stunned silence.

“Have you seen the White Rabbit?” asked the former, ignoring her companion’s random outburst.

“OFF WITH HIS--” began the Queen, who was quickly silenced by a dirty look from an annoyed Eugenia.

“White Rabbit? No, of course I haven’t seen any--”

“But I have, Madame,” interrupted the artist who had, until that moment, gone unnoticed in the opposite corner of the suite. He left his easel to join the other three by the window. “He ran through here quite quickly while Gaston was looking into the mirror. He was muttering something about, ‘being late’. I’m afraid that’s all I heard.”

The Queen suddenly grew very intent and grabbed Claude (for that was the painter’s name) by his collar. “Where did the White Rabbit go, peasant? Tell me now or its OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!”

Eugenia attempted to calm down her friend. “Now Queenie,” she began, “ the gentleman just explained that he has no idea where the White Rabbit went. And frankly, I really think there’s no point in continuing this search for him. I mean, he could be anywhere by now…He could be in the Pirates ride or the---”

“THE PIRATES RIDE? THAT’S VERY IMPORTANT! WRITE THAT DOWN!!!”

“But Queenie, I didn’t mean—”

Alas, Eugenia didn’t have time to finish her sentence because the Queen of Hearts had already grabbed the poor woman’s arm and was pulling her out of the Dream Suite and towards the Pirates of The Caribbean ride.

Much to the relief of a dazed Gaston and a shocked Claude, who both slowly returned to their portrait business.

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Meanwhile, at 8:36 am in the real world, Mickeylover sat alone at her computer feeling depressed for more than a few reasons:

1) Although she greatly enjoyed Wisher’s Haunted Mansion storyline, she was ashamed to note that she had no idea of the tragic past that her friend referred to. Because of this, she could not continue that area of the story, and very much hoped that Wisher would elaborate in that respect.
2) She was also ashamed of the terrible quality of the writing in this current post she was about to publish. Could it be bad writer’s block or bad writing skills?
3) She had a bad bug bite on her leg that was driving her crazy.

So because of all this, Mickeylover ceased writing (lest she cause the characters to go on strike from her bad writing) and waited anxiously for Wisher to solve all her problems with her magical writing skills. Well, except for the last one.

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Meanwhile…
Merlin, Jack, Dopey, Dulcinea, and Flik were wondering what happened to their unfortunate storylines.

-Mickeylover