AUTHOR'S NOTE: I do apologize if the future chapters are somewhat repetitive as they are consisting of Bakugan battles, even though they have a different setting and different brawlers each time. So, if you notice something that seems to be repeating itself, I want you to know that I am not doing it because I am lazy. Okay? If you got the heads up, please enjoy the story.

DISCLAIMER: All characters under the "Disney" name are property of Walt Disney Animation Studios; the name "Disneyland" is property of the Walt Disney Company; and all elements of the "Bakugan Battle Brawlers" series are property of TMS Entertainment.

The following is a recreation of what was believe to have occurred in the year 2012. The location is a place unknown to those who don't have faith in its existence. It is said that those people are between the ages of common teenagers to stubborn adults. Therefore, those who believe in the place are mostly young children. The place that the events took place in was called Disneyland.

Disneyland (as stated earlier) cannot be found on any map, whether on paper or digital. It can only be found by the people who believe it is somewhere out in the world. Some say it's close by or far away. But no matter where it is actually located, one thing is for sure: it is a place that all children wish to live. For the land is inhabited by characters- ranging from humans to animals -who were most notable in films created by the creative minds of people who worked under the Disney Company, hence the name.

Despite the joyous atmosphere of the area all around, though, there were some characters who were not in such a spirit. Most (if not all) children would notify these characters as villains. There were however a few characters who were not in a classic Disney mood that were not full villains at heart. One of these was a former sidekick to a villain who later became a kind-hearted fellow to those who knew him. However, there were a couple conflicts being thrown at him. Mostly it were his friends constantly arguing with him; and he was beyond the point where it had gone far enough. He wanted to tell them how he felt about their actions, but he never got the opportunity to do so. This character had quite a predicament.

The particular character- a parrot named Iago -eventually decided that he would avoid all contact with his friends, if he could even call them that. Something like that was easier said than done. Everyday, as he went about his day, Iago would soon come across one of his friends. It was no surprise that his friends were also his neighbors. Therefore, it was extremely difficult to get past them.

It was one morning when Iago awoke early. He desired to stay in his hammock for the rest of the day, getting out only for personal needs. But he knew that there were a few reason why he had to get up and out of the hammock. There was his managing job at the local fast food restaurant of course, and it was a Sunday which was a bit exceptional; the rest of the reasons were completely mediocre.

As Iago continued his debate mentally, there was a knock at the door of his tree house. The parrot groaned. He of course had to answer it like a normal person would do. He got out of his hammock and walked out of his room instead of flying. During his short journey, more knocks could be heard. "I'm coming! I'm coming already!" Iago called out; then he grumbled to himself: "Geez, can't a parrot get a break?"

Iago opened the door to find one of his friends there. It was a blue genie who was (surprisingly) named Genie. He had a sly grin on his face. Iago rolled his eyes and asked, "Now what?"

"Oh, nothing," said Genie. "It's just that Al wanted to talk to you."

"Of course he does," replied Iago. "Does it have to be right now? I'm kind of busy."

"Doing?"

"What do you mean 'doing'?"

"Oh, just wondering out loud."

Iago sighed. He knew that he couldn't win this battle. "I'll be right out," he told Genie before closing the door.

The parrot had forced himself to not slam the door in front of Genie's face because, to him, that would increase the irritation growing deep inside, and that would not be good for him when he went to go talk to Al (Aladdin was his real name) on whatever random subject he wanted to discuss with him.

Iago took a few moments to relax before he opened the door once again and strolled out of his tree house. He then (after closing the door as always) took to the air towards the palace which was the home of Aladdin and his beautiful wife Jasmine. Iago circled the large, majestic building as he searched for Aladdin. He eventually saw him on the balcony. Iago swooped down and perched himself on the railing.

The parrot asked, "You called for me?"

"Yes, I did," replied Aladdin.

"Well," said Iago; "what do you want?"

"Nothing," Aladdin responded; "however I just want you to know that there are a few things that Jasmine and I need you to do today."

Iago faked a smile to shield his anger away. "Of course," he said through grit teeth, which was odd for a parrot to have. "And what might those things be?"

In no time, Aladdin gave Iago a list of five things he had to do for them. They were ridiculous, all five. It was as if Iago was their official servant; that was something the parrot thought about and really hated. This became one of the moments where he wanted to tell Aladdin off. He desired to do so, but something inside of him told him not to. It was this feeling that made Iago even more angry.

After Aladdin went back into the palace, the enraged Iago flew away and back to his tree house. He slammed the door on his way to his mini fridge. There, he took out a juice box, closed the mini fridge door, and made his made to his bean bag chair in front of the television. Iago reached for the remote and pressed on the power button. Within five seconds, the screen displayed the morning news.

The weather forecast appeared to be promising for the next week: no rain, little clouds, a lot of sun, and a high temperature. That, though, did little to calm down Iago's inner anger. Who wouldn't blame him for having such a feeling. After all, his friends for the past month have been bossing him around like the had the authority to do so. For Iago, it was as if the whole world- or at least all of Disneyland -had turned against him for no reason whatsoever. It was a shame to him that he didn't have anyone close by to help him; especially that Jiminy Cricket fellow he once heard about.

"What a shame it is," Iago said to himself. "All of my friends treat me like their butler. And worse, there's nothing I can do to stop them from doing what they do. What I need is some fame. Yeah, that's it. All I need to pass through all of my troubles is the achievement of doing something no one else has done. The only question is, what should that something be?"

The night came quickly to the scientist. It was (to him) the perfect time to test out his latest creation. He wished for all of the researchers to arrive into the room much quicker than their original arrival time, which was 9 PM. He glanced to his watch. The time was 9:05. "What's taking them?" he inquired himself. "Did they forget? I sure as heck hope not!"

The scientist- a middle-age man with a bald head and thick, black beard -paced the room over and over again as he awaited impatiently for his associates to arrive. He obviously had no time to just sit down patiently like any other person. This was a very important invention. It wasn't a super blender or a massaging toilet; no, it was what he claimed to be a teleporter. The device would be able to take a person to another world or dimension. Of course, as huge as a discover it could be, the scientist thought that no one had taken him seriously and that was why they were taking their time. He simply shrugged it off and presumed his pacing.

A minute later, the door swung open and a group of men and women entered the room. The scientist was delighted to see them all. "I am so glad you all have finally arrived!" he chirped.

"Yeah yeah yeah," said an elderly woman in complete and obvious uninterested; "we know."

"So, what is this new device do you have tonight?" one of the men questioned.

"I'm glad you asked," the scientist told him. He hurried to his teleporter with the group following slowly, their interests so growing as they approached the contraption. "Ladies and gentlemen," the scientist continued; "tonight is the night when we make history! For I have finally built a teleportation device that can take a simple human being from our world, and take them to a different relm!"

Everyone, included the elderly woman who was bored at first, was amazed. They could not have imagined the day when they would learn of this discovery. "Are you certain it can work?" a young woman asked.

"I've created an animated demonstration of the possibilities that we could observe tonight," the scientist explained.

Then, after reaching for a remote control on the nearby table, he pointed the small device at a hanging projector and pressed the power button. Afterwards, he went to his laptop and fiddled around with it until a video began to play. For a few minutes, the group watched a short film about what was about to occur before their own eyes. It was very simplistic: a location would be typed on a computer screen and, once the teleporter was prepared, the individual would step through the portal. There was also another way the teleporter worked: it could bring others to their world. Despite the possible dangers that could occur, the men and women agreed to observe the experiment come to life.

As he smiled, the scientist went to the computer connected to the teleporter and pondered of what he should type in. He actually did not know any other world or dimension he could try communicating with. As a result, the scientist typed a random word on the computer.

"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" one of the group members asked nervously.

"Don't worry," the scientist reassured; "everything will be a-okay." And with that, he pushed a few colored buttons and pulled the enormous lever.

That had to have been one of the biggest mistakes in all of history.

At first, nothing happened. Then came a loud coughing noise that the teleporter made. What followed could only be described as bright lights, screeching noises, and rumbling furniture. Everyone covered their ears and staggered to the floor. The scientist was in horror. His creation was about to kill him as well as the others. He needed to get them all out of the building. But before he could stand up onto his feet, an explosion went off, causing him to collapse once more onto the floor.

Eventually, the noises died down and the lights faded. The people removed their hands from their ears and looked at the teleporter. It was incredibly destroyed by the blast. No one was more shocked than the scientist who had constructed it. he just stared at the ruins of what was once to be his greatest creation. He then noticed that there was a large hole in the roof. No one hesitated and hurried out of the room.

What was unknown to the scientist and the others, six orbs of different-colored light- one red, one yellow, one blue, one green, one orange, and one purple -had been fired out of the device during the quick explosion and, since a gigantic hole had been created because of the blast, they were able to escape into the night sky. However, they did not shoot all the way up into outer space; instead, they fell down into separate areas throughout nearby Disneyland. It would take forever for the men and women to locate the orbs since they didn't witness the explosion that much, so it was a lost hope.

Another thing the people did not realize about the entire event was the word the scientist had typed into the computer. It was no ordinary word, but it was a name; the name of a world that was unknown to them or anyone else in the area. And even if the scientist could recall what it was he had typed, he would not have done any research in the future to make sure something like this would never happen again.

The word was Vestroia.