A/N: Chapter 2! Everyone enjoy, enjoy…
Disclaimer: I don't own Disney.
"AAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!! Evil children! Ew, ew, EW! Get them off of me! GET THEM OFF OF ME!!!!!" Ezra screamed in terror, clambering atop a cartoonish, silver turret as a little Polynesian girl tried to gnaw on his ankle. Emily giggled, petting the child on the top of the head. The kid started to purr. "I'm getting out of here!" Ezra cried, starting to float back to the mansion, but Emily grabbed the back of his shirt.
"Look at the cute little kitty!" she said, giggling. "Aww, she's purring!" Ezra gave a terrified squeal.
"Let me go! Let me go, let me go, let me GO!!!!!!" He screamed, struggling to get free, but Emily held him tight.
"Pet the kitty," she ordered. "Now."
"B-but I don't want to pet the kitty!" he whimpered. Reeling him in, she brandished the child in his face wildly. Finally, giving in, he apprehensively gave the kid a little pat on the head, then drew his hand back as if it were diseased. "I miss the sheep," he grumbled.
A little Swedish boy ran up to them, announcing that his name was Tom, then ran away again.
"Well, goodbye, Tom!" Emily called, waving. Ezra rolled his eyes.
"I'm going to find the mouse," he groused.
"Oh, but won't the kitties eat him?" Emily inquired with concern. Ezra gave her a smack on the head. She looked around wildly for a few moments, shook her head, then started to yak…for lack of a better word.
Ezra stared at her.
"Emily, why on earth are you acting like a yak?" she yakked at him again. "Erg, everything has turned to madness!" he cried in frustration. He stomped off to find Mickey, hoping that maybe he could sort things out a bit.
