Chapter Two The World of Disney
I stared at the directions that were given to me. It said to drive my truck off the bridge right in the middle of it. Were these people nuts, were they trying to get me killed the first day there! This was suicide! Why should I drive my truck off a bridge into the middle of the lake below it? Did they want me to ruin my truck? Was this all one big joke? Shaking my head, I paid my toll, got on the highway, and made my way toward the bridge.
"This is crazy, why doesn't this place have another entrance, do you need to die to enter it?" I muttered to myself as I got on the bridge.
Driving to the middle of the road, I turned the front of my truck toward the east, prayed that I wouldn't smash my truck into someone else's vehicle along the way, and gunned the gas pedal. After about three honks from other cars, my truck crashed through the guardrail, and flew through the air. I closed my eyes, sure I was about to die.
I heard crackling and tinkling sounds, then a rush of wind pulling my truck and myself forward, but I didn't open my eyes, sure that those sounds were from crashing into the guardrail, glass breaking, and my truck sinking. Suddenly, several car and truck horns honked, making me jump so high that I nearly hit my head against the ceiling of the inside of my truck if it hadn't been for my seatbelt holding me down. Looking around, I noticed several angry cartoon characters glaring at me, honking their horns, and yelling me to get out of the way. I looked down at my hands and jumped as I noticed they were flat and peach colored with no sign on veins or bones along the back of my hands, even though they felt normal when I cautiously flexed them on the steering wheel.
"Hey, lady, move it!" A bipedal male cow who was dressed in overalls and a hat yelled beside me.
"Sorry!" I yelled back, cringing at the glare he was giving me.
Slowly pulling away from the road I'd landed on, which was difficult, since I was somehow facing the curb of the sidewalk, with everyone else facing me, I decided to stop by a large building with a half circle, and two little circles on top to ask for directions. This was made more difficult by the three near car accidents I barely missed, along with the large metal safes being dropped on the sidewalks, making the road I was driving tremble and shake. After parking my car, I walked into a large building with a desk beside the door.
"May I help you with something?" A white bipedal duck with a sky blue dress on and large bow in her hair asked. After getting over my shock at seeing a duck walk and talk like a human, which took about a minute, I asked if I could see Mickey Mouse.
"Of course! You must be the new resident! Please follow me. I'll take you to his office." Following the duck, I noticed an office a little ways from the desk that looked more like an old fashioned actor's make-up room. Beyond the office was a large restaurant area with several tables and chairs, a stage, and a large screen behind the stage.
"Mickey, the new resident is here!" the female duck exclaimed.
A bipedal, male mouse whose body was black, except for his face, wearing a black tuxedo over a white shirt and shiny black shoes strolled over to us. It was then that everything hit me. The building I'd just stepped into was the famous House of Mouse restaurant from the TV show, the female duck who'd just greeted me was Daisy, and the mouse reaching out his hand to shake mine was none other than the most famous Disney character of them all, Mickey Mouse.