DON'T BE OFF-PUT BY THE FIRST CHAPTER! This is a story about Disney Characters - they actually live their adventure, but they also act out their adventure in the Disney movies that we know and love. The Disney Oscars, are awards for the characters, as themselves.
In this chapter, the NON DISNEY characters are reporters and television fans of the Disney Oscars. If you want to get right into the Disney characters, go to chapter 2.
Ultimately, this is a coming of age story. And a love story. Lot of Disney characters. Enjoy.
Chapter One: Disney Oscars
"Welcome!" Fireworks sparkled and fizzed over the thundering applause. Mickey Mouse raised both hands to the sky. The fireworks reflected off his perfect, crispy clean white gloves. "Welcome to the 90th Disney Oscars!"
A second wave of fireworks spiraled from the stage, dusting the air with color and exploding in the rafters. The light spilled from Cinderella's Castle illuminating the vacant Walt Disney World Resortwith rainbows.
What a night! Music from every soundtrack mixed with excitement as dignitaries flounced across the ballroom in dazzling costume. Ninety years of Disney cinema had again come to life from the abscesses of mere imagination.
"What a stunning display!" Mrs. Fieldmouse, representative for Warner Bros., elbowed her way through reporters for Fox Animation , Dreamworks, Nest Entertainment/Rich Animation, and ITC Entertainment. Happily ignoring rude commentary from The Last Unicorn's Butterfly and Anastasia's Bartok, Mrs. Fieldmouse flashed a smile to the cameras.
"Folks neither words nor live television can describe the scrumptiousness of this annual gala! Every year Disney compiles the votes of all animated characters – Disney and Non-Disney – to celebrate those famous Disney personalities and present them with a Disney Oscar!"
Mrs. Fieldmouse quivered with excitement. "Of course, we all just crave to see who will win those fantastic awards, such as Best Hero, Best Heroine, Best Villain, Best Female Song, Best Male Song, Best Dress, Best Couple, Sexiest, Kindest, Funniest, Most Magical. And don't forget that ever luscious Best Kiss!"
Mrs. Fieldmouse paused to awe and ooo with the Disney audience at a third fireworks display. Bouncing on her heels, the mouse returned to the camera.
"Rumor has it that the traditional rewards are a matter of contention, what with the new voting audiences and new Disney cinema produced this year! For instance…is Princess Rapunzel destined for the Best Hair Award for a second year, what with the release of Brave? Or will voters settle back to days of yore: to Ariel's rippling red head? Cruella DeVille's white and black cut? Or Princess Pocahontas's glossy black mane?"
Mrs. Fieldmouse jumped, her skirt flaring as Flynn Rider careened over her shoulder. "TEAM RAPUNZEL!" he hooted into the camera, sloshing wine from his glass.
"Oh my!" Mrs. Fieldmouse squealed as Aladdin – dressed in gold silk – hauled Flynn from the cameras. "Oh my! Well it's certainly going to be a hassle predicting this year's Prince Charming Award. Oooo…I must say!"
Licking her lips, Mrs. Fieldmouse strutted across the velvet carpet. "And as for that lucky lady that wins the Best Princess Award, who can say? Speaking of Princesses, why don't we take a peak at the dressing room door, right over yonder."
Tiptoeing past a squabble of McDucks, Mrs. Fieldmouse stroked a pink door as if it were made of gold.
"Behind these doors, my lovely TV audience…" she said dramatically, "…are the stunning Disney lady nominees! In a matter of minutes they will be presented formally to the ballroom floor, wherein a handsome gentleman will take one by her little hand…" Mrs. Fieldmouse sighed dreamily, "…and lead them in the first dance of this magical night! Eeee the shivers up my tail!"
The cameraman threw a thumbs up, signaling for a commercial.
Obliviously, Mrs. Fieldmouse grinned at the camera. "Then, after the last bow and final curtsey…the music will cease! The master of ceremonies will take the stage…and the Disney oscars will be presented! Oh what a night! What a wonderful, splendid, splendid…what? Oh…commercial?"
Shaking the stars from her eyes, Mrs. Fieldmouse leered into the camera lens. "Time for a commercial!" she sang, scratching her painted nails on the pink door.
"We'll let beauty beautify inside! When we come back from this commercial break, it will be time for…well…Princesses on Parade! Hee hee…Swan Princess crew, that one was for you! Hee hee! Princesses on Parade!"