The pot bubbled over the fire as Sora dropped an eyeball into his martini. He drank the whole thing and stared at his dinner of stuff that I can't even tell what any of it is. He looked at the door, thinking of Roxas. He sat down and sighed, contemplating. He smiled, and pulled earwax out of his ear, and turned it into a candle. He picked up his knife and fork, and started to eat. Roxas, who was looking in the window, got down, and walked to the door, sitting down, and went to go to sleep.

As Sora kept eating, the door creaked. He sighed, and shouted, "I thought I told you to stay outside." He walked over to the door.

Roxas, who had gone to the window, shouted back, "I am outside." There was a clatter, and Sora turned around to see a shadow. He walked over to the table, then, when he saw another shadow, he looked under it. "Well, gents, it's a far cry from the farm, but what choice do we have?" Sora heard from on the table, and gasped when he saw three mice wearing sunglasses and carrying white sticks. The one who had been talking fell over a log as he saw another say, "It's not home, but it'll do just fine." That one knocked over the jar of eyeballs. Jeez, how gross can this ogre get? The last one, sitting on the slug, bounced up and down on it, saying, "What a lovely bed."

"Got ya," Sora cried as he grabbed the slug-one. He opened his hand to see that it was gone and by his ear, sniffing it, and it said, "I found some cheese." He bit his ear, and Sora shouted, "Ow!" grabbed for it, and it was suddenly on his other shoulder, saying, "Blah! Awful stuff." It jumped off and bounced off a spoon onto the table, landing on its ass, and sprayed some brown stuff into Sora's eye.

"Is that you, Gorder?" the one who spoke first said.

"How did you know?"

"Enough!" Sora shouted, grabbing all three of them by their tails. "What are you doing in my house?" He was bumped by Snow White's coffin, and grunted, dropping them. "Hey!" he shouted, turning, and seeing the seven dwarfs. Doc snickered and waved. "Oh, no, no, no. Dead broad off the table," he said, nearly pushing her off.

"Where are we supposed to put her? The bedroom's taken," Doc informed hmi, pushing her back on.

"Huh?" Sora walked over to his bed, pulled back the curtain, and gasped. There, sitting in his bed, was Zeke Midas Wolf—in a dress and nightcap. "What?" he asked. Sora grabbed him by the collar, and said angrily, "I live in a swamp. I put up signs. I'm a terrifying ogre!" He pushed the door open. "What do I have to do to get a little privacy?" He threw Zeke, and when he looked at his front garden, his heart sank. "Oh, no." All the fairy tale creatures were camped outside his front garden. "Oh, no. No! No!" He dove out of the way of the witches, and looked around his yard. "What?" Pied Piper played his flute, and all the rats came to him. Will Huar comforted Cubby, who was crying over the loss of his mother around a campfire.

"What are you doing in my swamp?" Sora shouted as he got up. Swamp! Swamp! Swamp! echoed around as they stared at him. They all gasped, and Flora, Fauna, and Merryweather flew into their tent, and two elves hid behind a tree, hugging each other.

"All right, get out of here. All of you, move it! Come on! Let's go! Hapaya! Hapaya!" he ushered. "Hey!" he shouted as pixies and elves ran to his house. "No, no. No, no. Not there. Not there." As he ran towards them, they closed the door, and one pixie slammed into the door, and fell to the ground. He tried to open it, and sighed when he realized they had locked it. Sora turned around, and glared at Roxas, who protested, "Hey, don't look at me. I didn't invite them."

"Oh, gosh, no one invited us," Pinocchio spoke up.

"What?" Sora shouted, stalking towards him.

"We were forced to come here," the little puppet said.

"By who?"

"Lord Xemnas," said Fifer Pig (the one with the yellow kerchief). "He huffed und he puffed und he…signed an eviction notice."

Sora sighed, and said, "All right. Who knows where this Xemnas guy is?" The crowd murmured, and Roxas, looking around, cried, "Oh, I do. I know where he is."

Sora, obviously reluctant to take Roxas with him, asked, "Does anyone else know where to find him?" Cubby raised his hand, but Will forced it down. Zeke and a wizard pointed at each other. "Anyone at all?"

"Me! Me!" Roxas jumped up and down.

"Anyone?"

"Oh! Oh, pick me! Oh, I know! I know! Me, me!"

Sora sighed, and reluctantly surrendered. "Okay, fine. Attention, all fairy tale things. Do not get comfortable. Your welcome is officially worn out. In fact, I'm gonna see this guy Xemnas right now and get you all off my land and back where you came from!" A hush fell over the crowd, and then they cheered. Birds came over and draped Sora with a cloak over flowers, and laid it on his shoulders. He cried, "Oh! You!" he pointed to Roxas. "You're comin' with me." He took off the cloak as Roxas said, "All right, that's what I like to hear, man." They walked through a part in the crowd-well, Sora stalked, Roxas trotted-and he still talked, saying, "Sora and Roxas, two stalwart friends, off on a whirlwind big-city adventure. I love it! On the road again. Sing it with me, Sora. I can't wait to get on the road again."

"What did I say about singing?" Sora twirled around, torch in hand, on a log.

"Can I whistle?"

"No."

"Can I hum it?"

"All right, hum it," Sora surrendered. Roxas hummed the rest of the night.