A/N: Welcome to the Wierd Yet Wonderful Worlds! I'll be your host, StrangePointOfView, as I take you on a tour through the creative centers of my mind. You see, I have so many ideas. And so many of my ideas, are just so downright ingenious, that I have to share them to the whole world. However, I just don't have the time to write twenty simultaneous stories. At least, I don't have time to write twenty simultaneous stories and believe I can finish them all.

And so, I've decided to aleviate the pressure on my poor sharing mind, by writing but a single chapter of my stories. This way, I'll be able to achieve the grace of at least writing the best part of what I was thinking. And if I finish one of my fics I can pick up on of the stories I'll write here, but if any of you ever want to use these ideas for your own fics, you just feel free! As long as you inform me that you're writing a fic from one of my ideas, I don't mind. In fact, I hope you do.

And now, I bid you a happy reading, as we delve into the recesses of my mind, and read bits of stories from a strange man... with a strange point of view.

Story One:

Death Note Fantasia!

A sleek limousine pulled up along the drive to the mansion. The mansions' lights were on, and the party was in full swing. There were four people in the limousine, but only two of them knew it.

The driver was Woodkirk Pan. He was dressed in a cowboy costume, with a handkerchief pulled up over his face. Formerly the Chief Inspector for Scotland Yard, he'd been fired when he refused to let go of the Phantom Blot case. Sure he was scared for his son Peter, and his daughter Wendy. But the Phantom Blot was killing more people every day, and it was wrong to let his fears get in the way of that.

In the back, the Prince was getting ready for the party. He was dressed in a princely costume, with a simple elegant white mask, the only thing out of place was his constantly messy black hair. His sword was carefully coated in plastic, so it would look the proper amount of fake required to get it through the door. Not much was known about the Prince, besides the fact that he was the world's greatest detective, and that was just the way he liked it.

Handcuffed to him, was Peter Pan, dressed in a pirate costume with his auburn hair falling over his black skull mask. Peter was the prime suspect of the Phantom Blot case, a serial killer who believed that he was god, killing criminals somehow, just by knowing their name and their face.

Peter couldn't begrudge this of his friend, as he actually was the Phantom Blot. One day, when his head was in the clouds, he came across a Death Note. It's owner, Tinkerbell, smiled her perpetual grim smile at him from across the limo, unseen by the others. He skin was sewn into her green tattered dress at the collar, and her feet were on backwards. Not that that mattered. At two feet tall, she was the smallest of the Shinigami, and so she preferred to hover on her wasp-like wings, always eye level to Peter, always leering at him with her yellow eyes.

She'd given him the Death Note in order for him to see her, and fall in love with her. Originally, he'd enjoyed it when he used it to save the school Wendy went to from a child molester named James Hook. He was going to create a new world, a Neverland where nobody had to suffer injustice.

But then along came the Prince, and along came the new Phantom Blot, and his life had become much more complicated. He'd been framed in the murder of C.I.A. agent Pheobes Penbar, and his wife Esmerelda. The C.I.A. agent had been trailing four families to look for the Phantom Blot, and one of them had killed him.

Of course, the Prince suspected Peter because of the evidence that he was the Phantom. And he couldn't just correct him; 'alright, fine, I'm the Phantom Blot, but I'm not the Phantom Blot you're looking for'. How did that sound? No, he had to find this new Phantom, put the Prince on his tail to throw suspicion off of him, and then kill him.

The Prince opened the laptop. "White, are you in position?"

A letter W in italics appeared on the screen. "I'm ready when you are Prince."

"Excellent. We're going in."

"Teeteeteeteetee." Tinkerbell laughed. "This is so exciting."

"Be careful you two." Woody said in the front.

"We will dad." Peter and the Prince exited the limo and walked up to the mansion.

As they walked up to the mansion, Peter heard White, the Prince's mysterious assistant, talking in his earpiece. "The giant to your left is Bob Parr." She said. "Ten time winner of the Mr. Incredible bodybuilding award."

The security officer on the side flex his muscles. He only wore a dominoe mask and tuxedo. Peter knew that by telling him this, they were hoping he would prove that he was the Phantom by killing him in case they got into trouble. But Peter knew that the Prince's sword wasn't just for decoration, and White was probably on the rooftops with a sniper rifle in any case.

They made it through security and onto the main ballroom floor. An observant woman giggled, when she saw that the two of them were handcuffed together. "So cute." She cooed, before leaving.

Peter sighed and reviewed what he was doing here. Alright, Judge Jean-Claude Frollo, despite being a Phantom Blot fanatic, was forced to release the mysterious Syndrome – an obviously guilty mass-murderer – because Prince charming here bribed the opposing lawyers to drop the charges. Syndrome hasn't had his name revealed, under the Phantom Protection Act, and Prince has erased every record of his name, so only those who know him personally know him in any other way than a very wealthy arms dealer and millionaire. Now that he's thrown this masque, the new Phantom Blot will almost certainly decide to investigate. Either for Syndrome's name, or for the name of the new vigilante who'd arrested him in the first place and made it clear that he'd get the Phantom too, Darkwing Duck.

"He's in the center stage." White said into their ears. "He's chatting up his guests, with a girl around his arm. I don't recognize her from the guest list."

"Three time Playboy 'Ms. Elastigirl' winner, Helen Spritely." The Prince said, taking a look.

"Wait, what?" Peter asked. "How did you –"

Prince shot him a look of annoyance. "A detective must be well versed in all fields."

"Even those fields? Does White approve?"

"Teeteeteeteetee." Tinkerbell chuckled. Then she saw the other Shinigami in the room, and flew over to him.

Pete was dressed up like a ghost. Half of him the image of perfection, finely manicured nails, well kept blonde hair, and not a blemish on his skin. The other half was covered in make-up to make him look gruesome, with white wiry hair, maggot riddled skin, and the tuxedo burnt.

He picked up an apple from the refreshment tables, and tossed it into the air. His Shinigami, Elliot, snagged the apple out of mid-air. Elliot was an immense Shinigami. He was practically a ballon, albeit a balloon with scales, a mouth, and really tiny hands feet and wings.

Pete knew better than to ask Elliot whether he could find the other Phantom in this party. Elliot had never been that co-operative. However, he knew something was up when Elliot flew his balloon-y self over the crowded heads and began talking to somebody.

"Well well well." The Shinigami said. "Look who it is. Hyuk hyuk."

Pete had managed to get Elliot to tell him that the other Shinigami in the human realm was his estranged sister.

"No, no. He's not here."

Pete took this as his sign to mingle more into the crowd. With the shinigami in the air, they couldn't determine which member of the crowd was him or not. And he knew the first Phantom didn't have the Shinigami eyes, though he did have the shinigami wings.

Pete didn't have the wings, but he did have the eyes. The problem with that was, everybody was wearing masks. Even if he could find the Phantom Blot, he wouldn't be able to kill him right away, he'd have to look for a picture first. He could ask Elliot to take off the mask, and refuse him apples if he didn't… but then Elliot would kill him.

Pete swore inwardly. It was so hard trying to be a god when all these other gods were around. Still, he had to focus. He had to kill Syndrome, like he planned. And who knows? Maybe he'd get lucky and Darkwing would crash the party.

From his spot on the balcony, David watched. He watched the Prince and the Pirate walk together, hiding their handcuffs well. Like the legendary gargoyle he was dressed as, he saw all from the shadows, protecting what was his.

Unlike the Phantom Blot, (or Blots, as he had deduced) he had no desire to become a god. Being a man was enough, and they would soon find that man was mightier than god.

Would the Prince be so cliché as to dress as a prince? Or would it be a double-bluff, knowing that nobody would believe him to be as cliché as to don that costume? Or perhaps a triple bluff, and knowing that it was so cliché, that only an absolute genius would figure out it was him underneath, he chose to dress as the pirate instead, and the Prince was a distraction?

Or maybe the Prince was not even attending tonight at all. It wouldn't do to draw conclusions based on the fact that they looked interesting.

With a sweep of his cloak (a bit over-dramatic, but one has to indulge in the finer things in life) he left his balcony seat, and move to the stairs. "Mirage? Do you have anything unusual on the cameras?" He always found it calming to check whether there was anything wrong after something strange happened. Even if something was wrong, at least he had that glorious feeling of being right.

Mirage knew the protocol when Xanatos asked that, and she checked the cameras for problems. "There's… actually…" She read a small notice in her custome made protocol. "There is a glitch. One of the cameras is… one of the cameras is on a loop! My check almost didn't catch it because it looks for full breaches of all cameras. It's easier for somebody to put a full security system in a loop than a single camera. Whoever did it must be a professional."

"Interesting." Xanatos said. "Take care of that, would you?"

"Of course sir. Also, I've found a bug in the camera systems. Somebody's watching what I'm watching, though thankfully the communication lines seem to be untouched."

Xanatos considered this. "The bug is monitoring every camera, and sending out live footage?"

"Affirmative."

"So it's much more likely that there are two people, a professional and an amateur, both simultaneously hacking into our communications grid. If the latter is the second Phantom Blot, and he hasn't killed anybody yet, then he needs to see them without masks."

"No need to stop him from watching then. Don't give them any cause for suspicion. Let him watch as long as Syndrome has his mask on. Cut the line as soon as it comes off, if it comes off, but see if you can trace the signal."

"I'm on it." Mirage signed off.

David took out another phone and dialed the first number on speed-dial. "Owen, the situation down here has gone Omega."

"I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Bring the helicopter and the sniper rifle."

"Fourteen minutes."

"I'll be waiting." Xanatos pulled the phone shut and quickened his pace to match his loyal friend's estimated arrival time. There were things to do.

He tapped Mr. Incredible on the elbow, and the giant turned around to face him. "Bob, who were the two young men who came in here together, handcuffed, dressed like –"

"A prince and a pirate?" Bob finished. He looked through the list. "They did seem strange… Ah, the prince is C.E.O. of Robinson Industries, Forges Caruthurs."

Xanatos nodded. He'd suspected the illustrious industry of being one of the Prince's sources of income for quite some time, as the C.E.O. rarely ever ventures into the limelight. "Thank you Mr. Parr." He said, moving with the flow of still incoming guests towards the ballroom.

He moved silently towards the Prince and the Pirate, taking a listening device out of his jacket.

"Would you care to dance Peter?"

"Why yes Forges, but being handcuffed to you, I predict a 95% probability that the first girl I ask will turn me down."

"55%."

"Where do you come up with those numbers?"

"You would be surprised at the amount of girls who would find the prospect of dancing with two men, especially attractive ones such as you and I, intriguing."

"Well, White doesn't call you Prince Charming for nothing."

"… I'm flattered Peter, but you should know I consider myself married to my work."

"I – what? You – you were the one who asked me to dance!"

"So you're not –?"

"No! You're not –"

"No! Not that there's anything wrong with –"

"Oh no, of course not! But come on… how was I supposed to know? You call yourself the Prince! And you're always around White and you never… you know…"

"How would you know I do not?"

"Because I'm handcuffed to you 24/7."

"Yes. A dangerous decision on my part. Even if you weren't the Phantom , by that point you were still 70% likely to be – l"

"0%! There is a 0% chance!"

Xanatos couldn't help but snicker at the repartee. So, it was pretty obvious that the Prince was the prince and the Phantom was the pirate.

He felt like introducing himself. It was only fair. He and the Prince had been indirectly clashing for as long as he could remember. And he wanted to meet the person who could vie so thoroughly for his attention that he ignored Xanatos' exploits.

But no, he had to keep his eyes on the prize. Any frivolous gesture might cost him his chance to discover just how the Phantom Blot kills his victims. There was always time to meet 'Mr. Forges' face-to-face when he had that little tidbit.

His earpiece beeped and he put away his listening device. "Yes Mirage?"

"We've got an unconscious woman on the roof where the camera was fed a loop. Darkwing is there. And he's armed with a high caliber sniper rifle."

Xanatos pondered the situation. "Have you finished tracking the security feed?"

"No, not yet."

"Then you may as well disconnect it. This party is about to pick up."

In her home, Ariel watched the computer monitors with wide eyes. Her daddy left her alone for the evening, with only her computers. He didn't like them much, but she liked to embrace the future, along with the god of the future, the Phantom Blot.

Which is why when that Ursula woman in the market offered to sell her the Death Note, she couldn't refuse even if it was a fake.

She giggled and hugged the Death Note to her chest. "Oh Mal, this is like a dream! I wish I could be there in person. I'd wear a mask, and even though he'd be masked too, we'd know each other instantly, from the moment our eyes met, from the moment I read his name above his head and didn't see any numbers, I'd know who he was. He'd sweep me off my feet… I'd kill everybody… and we'd dance the night away."

From the darkest corners of her room, a green skinned Shinigami with curved horns coming out of her head. She looked like a strange plant, her wings wrapped around herself. "How amusing." Maleficent leered. "But there are two people on your screens without numbers."

Ariel bit her lip. "I'll remember those two names, and look them up. And that guy who's handcuffed to one of my Phantoms… I'll remember his name too, just in case."

Maleficent chuckled. "Just remember, the moment you write something down in my Death Note, you've bound your fate to mine. When you die… I'll be the one to write your name down."

"Oh, that's okay Mal." Ariel said cheerfully. "As long as I get to meet him first."

Suddenly the computer screens went blank. Ariel blinked in surprise, and began to check the systems. "Ooooh… somebody must have checked… they've shut me out of the system."

Mal chuckled. "I guess you won't get to meet your phantom after all."

"Oh." Ariel sighed, sadly. "I know I'll meet him someday. It's alright." She took out a pen, and opened up the Death Note. "I had hoped to see his reaction, but I can send him a message just the same."

She took out a picture of a teenage Syndrome, a picture she'd stolen from his yearbook before he'd managed to delete it. Despite all of his security… she knew his name, and his face.

"B-u-d-d-y…"

Maleficent leered as the foolish girl wrote in her notebook.

A chink of glass, and the guests all turned their heads towards the red-headed genius as he stood tall on the podium. "Hello everybody!" He said into the microphone.

Xanatos kept his eyes away from his employer. Hamming it up for the crowd, as usual. Why, he'd be glad if the Phantom Blot killed him.

"Thank you all for coming and… well… for drinking all of my booze." Syndrome laughed. "We're here to celebrate my grand escape from the clutches of the great god of the new world – the Phantom Blot!"

The Prince felt a chill run down his spine. There was only a 40% chance that he had imbued enough alcohol to say such things before the crowd. Everybody in the room was silent.

"You know… earlier today, I wrote down in my notebook that I would die. I mean, what I did… it was cruel, and heartless! And I deserved to be killed by the Phantom!"

Peter almost gasped. Almost. But he kept his cool and looked around the ballroom. The second Phantom Blot must be here… what was he doing? He was this close to revealing that the Death Note could be used to control people's actions before they died! He was the one who killed Esmerelda to hide that fact!

Wait…

"I mean, if ever a man should kill me, I wish it would be him! I'll bet whoever he is, he's real hot!"

Some of the guests were coughing uncomfortably. Pete looked around the room. His Shinigami eyes spotted the man who had no numbers under his name, and like that his eyes connected to the eys of the man in the pirate costume.

They both had the same thought… 'there's a third Phantom Blot… and he's using his Death Note to send us a love letter.'

"You know what? I think I feel a heart attack coming on. Goodbye."

Syndrome clutched at his chest, and collapsed.

Buddy Bakersworth

Dies at Midnight, Oct. 31, by heart attack, after drinking too much alcahol, and drunkenly making the following speech.

Everybody screamed in a panic, and ran around like chickens with their heads cut off. "White, send in the cavalry." The Prince said into his earpiece. "White?"

Suddenly, the skylight above them crashed open, and a caped figure fell through the window. A grappling hook shot out, and his fall was lessened, but he fell nonetheless. His cape torn from shards of glass, Darkwing collapsed onto the ballroom floor, getting blood all over the place. Above him, a helicopter hovered, and a blonde man pointed his gun at him.

And that's when **** really hit the fan.

A/N: This is my Disney Death Note idea, that I came up with after a moment when I realized; The Prince from Snow White has no name! In fact, we know nothing about this mysterious Prince, except he's been stalking Snow White long enough that he truly loves her.

After deciding that the Prince is L, it was easy to decide that Pete would be Kira - after all, Pete is the only Disney character with an actual shinigami stand-in, in the form of his dragon Elliot. Here, Elliot acts like Sidoh, with Ryuk's love of apples. But then I realized; a few cosmetic ajustments, and Peter Pan would make a dead ringer for Light Yagami! And so, I did that, with his Shinigami Tinkerbell acting more like Rem, and making two Phantom Blots! After all, if you make a story that's just like another story but the characters have different names, then that's not a story at all! That's just a copy-and-paste version of Death Note with Disney characters.

And so I've added two other characters to the mix of mad geniuses; the vigilante Darkwing (Darkwing Duck) and the anti-Prince David Xanatos (think of him like Moriarty from BBC's Sherlock in terms of his role in the fic. He helps other criminals evade the law, and he's looking for the Death Note too, to help his business). Also, I picture Hercules replacing Matsuda, and Frollo replacing Mikami (And lo, he shall cast you into the firey pit! Delete!). And for the Prince's replacements, who else but Alladin for Mello (always one jump ahead) and The Beast as Near (can you picture it now? Like Near but with brown hair, all hunched over and scowling? The sound that you hear is the sound of fangirls squealing at the improbable cute-ness, and logging onto their DeviantArt accounts).

And yes, Peter's dad is Woody from Toy Story (seriously, who else could take the place of Light's dad?) and the story takes place in London. I considered making it in Japan as usual, but you know I think London would be the likelier Ground Zero. What with all the French Disney characters (Ratatoille, Bueaty & The Beast, Hunchback of Notra Dame, The Frog Princess) and that's not counting all of the characters in mythical lands that may or may not be ancient France, along with the British ones (The Great Mouse Detective, the Sword & The Stone) It just seems like Disney is more European than Japanese. Especially if the Death Note weilders are calling themselves Phantom Blot instead of Kira.

I hope you all enjoyed the one chapter of this story. I leave it to you to imagine what came earlier, and what will come later.