Thursday. March 13, 2014
(almost LOL)
XD Happy second year, UF G!
Disclaimer: Doc McStuffins was created by Chris Neea. I am not him. I'm only a fanfiction maker upper.
Note - A toy from Toy Story 3 is here! Hahaha
Disney Junior
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"The Doc is in... No More."
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Hide-and-Seek used to be, like, the superest bestest game ever, thought the four-year-old little Donny McStuffins. His face was in serious pain from all the frowning he'd been doing for a while. This wasn't a game they were playing.
Because it was not a game and they were not playing.
He and the two other girls he was currently curled up together with, petrified out of their understanding, were behind a wall they got into through a secret door in the attic of the sisters home.
Up until a few hours ago, no family or friends or strangers knew about that secret door except for four-year-old Alma.
It was Alma's secret. Used to be.
Now it was Alma, Donny, and six-year-old Emmie's secret. Alma and Emmie were Donny's friends and neighbors.
The three lost track of how long they have been in that gloomy and cramped space. They were all tired. It was pass their usual nap time.
Rubbing his heavy eyelids with his palms, the dark skinned young boy yawned, eyes all watery and red and burning. He wanted to sleep. He felt like he could sleep forever! And the depressing sensation of hungriness and the need and desire to be home with Mom and Dad and lots and lots of food was very much not helping.
As soon as he felt that he was gutsy enough to abandon their hiding spot, he was out of there faster than a real world winning race car. He would make a run for it home which was just next door. Once home, And that was if I'm ever going to make it back to my place, he sulked, he was no doubtedly going to eat as much as a dinosaur would. For sure. He was also going to sleep way longer than that Sleeping Beauty princess did in one of his sister's fairytale books!
It was hard. Their bodies were quivering from head to toe, cold sweat outflowing through their tiny sweat pores and dankeninging their wears. They were cold. But it wasn't because of the weather or the house's temperature inside or anything like that. It was actually a toasty dry sunny day outside and the air condition inside the house was off.
No. It was fear that gave these kids chills. Ever since they were there, they had goose bumps, ice-ice trembling flowy feeling rushing about inside their small chests.
Hearing footsteps just outside the attic door, they held their breath and sat even more stiff and tense and mute than ever. Totally mute. Not just quiet noises or hushed whispers like they have been doing before because they were kids and they had no control of how loud they were being, but as in completely no-sound mute as they kept their ears open to the slow turning of rusted squeaking and scratching of the doorknob.
The door to the attic was on the other side of the room from them. It was improbable the somebody-they-were-hiding-from would find the three.
But that someone looking for them was really smart.
The person might actually just find them!
But still, they were in a secret hiding place of Alma. She was surer than sure that no one else living in that house knew about it. The person they could now hear searching for them did not live in that house. And to get to their hiding spot, the person would have to find the small eighteen inch by eighteen inch hidden door by pushing on a certain spot of the lower wall straight across from the attic door. The wall would easily pop open like one of those push-to-open cabinet doors without handles. But the door was hidden behind a huge box that looked like it was filled of loads and loads of stuff.
Alma – since she'd found out about that secret door – made a big box she found look like it was a ton way heavier than it actually was.
It wasn't. She was a smart little girl.
The box was just in case and it fit right in with the many other boxes of saved junk in the attic.
Even if that box was not in the way of a stranger's view of the door, the person would still not see the door. She would not know there was ever one there. One of them would have to tell her.
Which, they all thought. We won't. Ever.
There was a reason that door was called a hidden door.
So it was not likely that she would find them.
They really really hoped not.
Bodies tight and hurting, hearing the attic's door creak as it was gently pushed open, the kids fearededly thought they would be heard and found. They were thinking they were not noiseless enough from the way how their heartbeats blare boomed in their ears. They couldn't slow down and relax their heart beats.
They couldn't stop it- not that they should because they shouldn't stop it. They were already old enough to know that stopping their hearts would mean their end.
But which of the two was actually more worserer, being found? Or die from dying themselves scared to death? Both were no fun.
Dottie McStuffins, Donny's older six-year-old sister, was suddenly very "daunting stuff" that day.
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"Donny!"
Boy turns. He smiles, waves. "Hi, Emmie! Hi, Alma!"
"Want to play with us?" The sisters smile.
Donny asks his mom and she says alright.
Older girl points a thumb over a shoulder at her house. "Let's play hide-and-seek at my place!"
"Okay!"
"Where's Dottie?"
"She just left with Dad. They were going to buy milk and cereal. We're out."
"Okay, we'll just ask her to play when she gets back."
They run to the house next door.
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Dottie and her dad come home.
She goes to the backyard to play.
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Donny calls. "Waitwaitwait! My sister's home! Let's go ask her to play with us!"
The other girls come out of their hiding spots.
"Before we ask her, how about we play a game of Who-can-Hide-from-Dottie-the-Longest-While-Making-Weird-Noises!"
They head over to Donny's home.
Dr. McStuffins tells them Dottie was in the playhouse clinic.
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Dottie hears weird noises outside and goes out to check.
The noises stop.
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Some unknown house ways away from the McStuffins backyard, a boy threw a Lots-O'-Huggin Bear as hard as he could in a random direction.
The bear flew high in the air.
The boy's younger sister's strawberry smelling purple teddy bear gave him the creeps.
He swore it was out to get him.
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They see Dottie come out of the playhouse.
Donny, Alma, and Emmie quiets like they planned, trying not to giggle out loud.
As soon as Dottie goes back inside, noisy they will be again - like they planned.
But Dottie never went back inside her playhouse.
And even if she did, they did not want to make noises anymore.
Not after what they saw.
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The bear lands in front of the Dottie's playhouse clinic.
"No, oh! Are you okay," cries Dottie.
Bear doesn't movie.
"He must be really hurt!"
Hopping behind her was Chilly, the paranoid stuffed snowman, wondering that maybe- "He probably doesn't know it's alright to talk to you."
"It's alright, dude. She's cool. Doc here is awesome with toys talking and helping toys in need!" The clumsy blue stuffed dragon Stuffy, smiling, says to the unmoving Bear.
Lots-O' moves. He asks,"Really?"
"Yes, yes really!" Replies Hallie. "What blues wings here says is true." She walks up to show herself. And was very shocked to see who he was. "Gasping hippo! You!" She hides behind the human girl's leg.
Lambie screams at seeing him too. She was a lamb wearing a pink tutu and a pink bow on her head. She also hides behind Dottie's leg. "Oh, no! What is Lotsy doing here!"
"W-Why do you both look scared? N-Now you two are m-making m-me scared!" The snowman shivers and his frown deepens. He hides behind Hallie.
Stuffy hides behind Chilly, knees shaking, whispering to the other toys, "Well, I don't want to be left out... so I'll quiver and hide along if that's alright with you guys."
The bear, the hippo, and the lamb used to have the same owner a long time ago.
Lambie had the worst experience with Lots-O. She was a cuddler and Lotsy was a hugger. They both used to fight over who gets to be with their owner more. The bear didn't want to share. And mostly, it was Lotsy Bear who wins because he would sometimes force Lambie in a box after duct taping her mouth shut. He would hide the box behind and under lots of things in the closet, or sometimes in other places around the house. Hallie would spend hours trying to look for her. The times Lambie was missing, the little girl would hug Lots-O' extra tighter at night for comfort from losing her little Lambie.
And then one day, Dottie picked up Hallie and Lambie at a garage sale a few blocks away from her house. It was the best day of Lambie's life. And every day spent with Doc and Lambie's new, way nicer toy friends were the next best days of her life.
Lots-O'-Huggin Bear was sold seconds after to another little girl. His new life would have been perfect if only his new little girl didn't have such a pink sock of an older brother. Lots-O' hated the girl's brother.
But with that nice smelling purple monster suddenly dropping from the sky - literally - no way was Lambie going to let him ruin everything now. She was so happy with her life with Doc!
And so was Hallie..
Hallie.
It seemed like the bear never really picked fights with the hippo. And Hallie didn't ever seem all that scared of him. Just supper annoyed all the time.
Lambie frowns, thinking, Why did Lotsy only ever bully me?
And it was probably because both purple colored and southern accented Hallie and Lots-O' go way back even more. Four years before they moved to the northern states, both were created, colored, and stuffed by the uncle of the girl they were given to back when they were still in Texas. Still to that day Hallie kept on the red glasses, white dress with vertical red stripes, and the red and white hat the southern girl gave her.
Hands on her hips, Dottie scolds the four stuffed animals. "What is going on with everyone? The poor bear is hurt and all of you are not being very nice."
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And the hiding three saw even more crazy stuff.
They saw some things they didn't think they would ever see.
The three of them frown, covering their mouths in shock.
"Doc.."
It was way scary seeing Doc like that.
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Dottie puts down Lots'O.
Dottie tries to make him go back to sleep with her magic stethoscope.
But it doesn't work.
Her and her toy friends got hurt because of him.
They manage to catch him and tie him up with a lot of duck tape.
"Hmm~ !"
They put tape on his mouth too.
It would be bad if mom and dad and Donny saw the toy moving and talking.
"I wonder why my stethoscope isn't working on him."
She tries it on her other toys and it works on them like how it was suppose to.
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Emmie, Donny, and Alma wants to run away from there.
They try to back away slow and quiet, scared of what is happening before them.
Dottie did not notice them.
But then Donny's stomach growls at the same time Alma sneezes with Emmie automatically saying, "Bless You" without thinking because saying "bless you" is a polite thing to do and it is what Emmie's parents and teachers and even favorite characters on television tell her over and over she should do.
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Dottie looks up at the sound of what probably was somebody's stomach growling simultaneously with someone sneezing. Followed a moment later by the voice of her friend Emmie saying, "Bless you."
Her eyes widens.
Her friends saw everything.
She watches as her brother and their friends next door run away.
The toys talking probably scared them away.
They probably think all toys are bad and scary like the Lots'O bear!
And they might tell on someone and not ever talk and play with her anymore!
She runs after them.
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This was no hide-and-seek.
It was all run-and-hide
and hope-Doc-won't-find.
Doc was what everyone started calling Dottie ever since she dreamed of becoming a doctor.
Several minutes after Doc had opened the attic door, little Donny was half asleep, little Alma and Emmie were miles away lost in thought about what befell them.
They didn't notice the secret door opening until peeper mutilating glaring light whammed them unseeing for a few moments. Ughh. They kept their heads down and eyes tightly shut. They've been in the dark for so long. The sisters had been so deep in thought that they didn't hear Donny's stomach noisily rumble for some time, or that Alma had sneezed and Emmie absentmindednessly said, "Bless you," out loud.
And that's how they were found. Doing the same thing that had them discovered by Doc earlier.
Forcing his eyes open and groaning, Donny's blurry eyes recognized the colors and figures of the four stuffed animals suddenly standing before them. He gasped and flinched back. "Don't come any closer," he cried. He and the girls shrunk back, trying to put more space between them and Doc's toys.
But Doc crawled through the small door and in the small space too, pushing the toys in more and so the dragon, the lamb, the snowman, and the hippo were squeezed against the kids knees.
Their human bodies shook.
Doc gave them a sad smile. She was soft spoken. "Guys, it's okay. They're good toys. Really and honest. I don't know how much you all saw. But that purple bear was hurting them and me. We had to stop him and that was the only way we could. These toys are really good and friendly. They're not bad at all. Don't be scared of them."
Emmie shook her head..
"..please..." Doc started.
Donny cut his sister off. "No. Doc. You don't understand."
In a shaky voice, Alma told Doc what the three of them really felt. "We're not scared of the toys."
Doc was confused.
"We're scared of you," finished Emmie.
"I don't understand. What are you guys trying to say," Doc questioned.
"You have a big imagination..."
They told her how that used to be a good thing. It had made playing with her that much more fun. Having the best time was an always and a guarantee when playing with her because of Doc's big imagination.
But what happened earlier that day was just so different of her. She was so scary.
"Sometimes you really get caught up in make-believe that right now you're even telling us that your toys did all that. We saw everything. And your toys did not move on their own. You made them move. It was you who did those things. It was you who cut up that poor teddy bear and duck taped him like a helpless victim of every bad guy mom and dad sometimes watches on television."
"Ooh, Doc - "
"-piter jelly beans. Doc!"
"Doc. What are they - "
"This is not good. This is so not good! Doc!"
Doc pointed at her toys. Her friends were creeping her out. This was so weird. How could they not see the stuffed toys move right now? How were they not hearing all the noises the toys were making at this moment? How could Alma, Emmie, and Donny ignore the weird amazing miracle that were her toys walking and talking on their own?
Toys were not known to do anything humans can for very long without some help from a human. The others should be blown away and asking questions and making friends with her toy friends.
But no. They weren't. They just stared at her with worried and frightened expressions.
Doc felt like she was more confused, hurt, and uneasy by them right now than they were confused and uneasy of her.
"Lo-" Doc's voice broke. "Look at them," was all she could say at that moment. She felt like crying. Her friends were taking this joke too far. The fear she honestly felt from them and the seriousness in their voices.. If this was a joke. They were being really mean. "You guys are making me feel very bad here. This isn't funny, you guys." Eyes stinging, Doc blinked. And she blinked again, trying to clear her eyes. Tears were running down her face and blurring her vision. She rubbed her eyes with the long sleeve of her white open dress shirt she always had on like a doctor's lab coat.
"Doc, don't cry." Alma tried calming Dottie. "Please, don't cry. Don't cry, Doc, please?"
Emmie went to give Doc a hug, squishing two of the stuffed toys under her knees when trying to. "Please don't cry, Doc."
Doc quickly rejected and pushed Emmie before Emmie could fully wrap her arms around her... friend. The shove was a little too rough that Emmie fell back with a thud, causing her to elbow her own younger sister in the face and slightly back hand little Donny's face.
"What is wrong with you?" Donny exploded at his big sister, lightly touching the eye and nose Emmie accidentally hit him at. He was sleepier than a koala-sloth, and hungrier than a starving whale. He was upset. Madder than angry even. He was super furious!
Hours spent hiding from his sister was a waste of his time. Scared of her, thinking that if she found them she would be all scary seeming like earlier, fearing she was going to do something terrible to them.. No. Instead, when she found them - tzssh, taking her precious sweet time doing so, too - she was all calm voiced this and here, annoyingly gentle smiles that and there, saying some cuckoo stuff.
He watched as Doc righted up two of her toy friends. They were NOT moving or talking on their own.
All that bone-exhausting and agonying terror hiding in someone else's home, starving and languorousfool could have been spent back at home taking care of those problems. Instead of being tired half to death of being scared half to death of his bigger sister, he could have been home, mad at her, not so scared. At least he would have been comfortable, already eaten and napped while he was mad.
Doc was sobbing. "What do you mean, what's wrong with me? First, you hide for a long time and made me look for you all for hours. Then, you ignore and pretend you can't see and hear these four talk and move on their own. Look at them! And then Emmie hurts two of my toy friends by crushing them! I should be the one asking what's wrong with yo-" Doc suddenly found both Donny's feet on her chest, shoving her back out the hiding spot through the small one and a half square foot opening. "Oww!"
That's it. Little four-year-old Donny's had enough. He was going home to sleep more than a bear during its hibernation.
Being napless sure made him grumpy.
Donny's tired small body didn't run as fast as it wanted to out of that attic. Something in his chest hurt something awful when hearing his sister shout from behind him that she hated him. He knew she probably didn't mean it. She probably didn't mean it. Probably. But it still hurt.
"You should maybe go now too, Doc." Alma points out the attic door. "And please don't come here for a while. A really long while."
Nodding in agreement, frowning at her maybe-sorta-still-bestfriend, Emmie added, "A really, really long while, Doc."
Doc!
Doc turned to her stuffed friends.
"We're alright. Please don't fight with your brother and friends!"
"All you need to do is cuddle each other really tight!
"Maybe the reason they can't see or hear us move on our own-"
"...is because your friends don't have a big enough imagination to see us like that?"
"It's not because we're in-"
"..in your imagination that you can see us move."
"There's a difference! To see us move,"
"...one needs to have a big imagination!"
Doc's face turned hopeful looking. She told the two sisters what her stuffed toys just told her.
But Emmie and Alma only looked at her. They didn't know what to say to that. They heard the desperation in their sorta-friend friend's voice. And that sound only made her seem more cray cray bananas. Her explanation sounded convincing, but they were not going to buy into it.
Silently wiping her eyes, Doc grabbed her toys and ran.
The sisters fear of their close friend turned to worry. Doc wasn't actually scary. She was just... too much into her own world sometimes and they got to see more of it that day than usual.
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Later that night.
Emmie and Alma told their mom everything that happened while they were getting ready for bed.
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And the next morning, Emmie and Alma's mom called Dottie and Donny's mom, Doctor McStuffins, to tell her what they told her.
ME!
Eeh. Whatever. xD Not exactly the way I planned. Close enough.
Thank You for reading!