"Are you sure we are in the right place?" asked Donald with a hint of sarcasm and woe as the hot Texas sun beat down on his feathers. "The King would never send us here!"
"Sorry, Donald," replied Sora with a smile. "This is it. Arlen, Texas!"
"Gawrsh!" exclaimed Goofy as the Gummi ship lowered onto Tom Landry Middle School's football field. "Who is that crazy fella with the orange hat running around?"
"ALIENS! ALIENS FROM A FOREIGN WORLD HAVE COME TO TAKE OUR CHILDREN AND WOMEN! CITIZEN'S OF ARLEN, NOW IS NO TIME TO STAY CALM! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE!" Screamed an exhausted, (albeit proud), Dale Gribble as he warned the onlookers in the stands of the 'immediate danger'.
"God dang it, Dale!" Spoke Hank, who had just arrived at the football field, "Everyone, everyone please Listen up. I am Hank Hill, Strickland Propane assistant manager. I'm sure this is just some sort of military training operation. Right, Bill?" asked Hank. Bill could only manage a whimper as he was uncertain.
Finally, the hatch to the gummi ship opened. A confused crowd watched in amazement as the keyblade wielder and his companions stepped forward.
"Excuse me!" Said a delighted Sora. "Which one of you is Hank Hill?"
"Uhh.. That'd be me." Said a slightly confused Hank. "And who are you?"
"I'm Sora! And this is Donald and Goofy!"
"Well where did you come from?"
"That's not too important," replied Sora. Suddenly, the entire stadium filled with heartless. "What is important, is for you to help us fight!"
Then, everything become clear to Hank. The dream, the paper, the keyblade.
"Propane, give me strength!" Said Hank as a long white keyblade appeared in his hands. "That's it heartless! I'm gonna kick your ass!"
