Lani: This chapter's a bit late and, well, mostly conversation. And it's short. A right microorganism. But there wasn't a better way to break up the chapters, so . . . Meh. Enjoy anyway.

Disclaimer: I am not, nor do I have any resemblance/relation to, Tsugumi Ohba, Takeshi Obata, and Walt Disney. Thus I have nothing to my name but my weirdo OCs, and they don't exactly grant me bragging rights.

Bob was worn and haggard when the plane landed. After finally recovering Near's precious, precious robot (with the help of a crowbar and a buff flight attendant), Near was pacified, Carlos escaped, and Bob didn't get a chance to even interject a breath when his superiors were all over him for letting a child get trapped in an airplane's toilet.

Well. See if Robert Smith ever worked with orphans again.

Now it was even worse; the kids were so close to Disney World they could taste it. No, Mello practically could – he was inches away from foaming at the mouth at the thought of all the chocolates the child's heaven produced. Linda couldn't wait to sketch some of the characters, and Matt wanted Pluto to autograph his Game Boy.

But Near, Near wanted to track down the nearest gift shop and see what wares they offered. His creepy smile adorned his face at the thought of shelves upon shelves of toys towering over him, some of them containing treasures even Toys 'R Us hadn't laid eyes on. Yes, it was perfect; it was just as they planned.

Mike and Bob, on the other hand, finally agreed on something. They exchanged knowing glances and rolled their eyes. As they both lugged their charges' luggage to a waiting van, Mike grumbled, "Do you think we'll have to see a lot of the attractions? Can't we just stick with one of them? You know, instead of trekking up and down the whole dang park?"

Bob shook his head in defeat. "I wish it were so, Mike, I wish it were so."

Mike wouldn't let his idea go. As he drove the van down the road, in a procession of other similar vans carrying orphans, he said to Bob who rode shotgun, "I still say we dump the kids at a place where they'll be easily entertained." He whispered this conspiratorially, so that the excited kids in the backseats couldn't hear. "We could always go to the Animal Kingdom first; maybe they'll get eaten . . ."

"Mr. Mike," a cold voice cut in, "what are you whispering about up there?"

Gulping, Mike stuttered out with a crooked smile on his face, "Well, we were just saying . . ."

Bob saved him by lying smoothly, "We were talking about how we ought to be careful when visiting the Animal Kingdom part of Disney World. Who knows? Maybe . . ." for a moment he searched his memory of classic Disney movies that had animals in them. ". . . Maybe Rafiki will abduct one of you."

Silence.

Near asked finally, "You mean the character from Lion King?"

Bob nodded. "The very same."

Mello burst out laughing. He doubled over, his seat belt straining as he clutched his sides. "Wow!" he finally managed to cry. "I guess you'll have to watch out, Near; you're the weakest one." He leaned over and murmured to the fuzzball, "Because you know, baboons are carnivorous."

Near impassively replied, "Ha-ha, Mello. That was so funny I almost laughed."

Linda snorted. Matt chose to remain neutral and kept his eyes on his Gym Battle; after all, last time he had said anything, Mello had smacked him.

The caretakers chuckled; man they loved teasing kids.

Lani: What did I tell you? Microorganism. But I'll make the claim as all others do: next time will be better and will be posted quicker, so help me Rafiki!