Chapter 7: Sneak Peak
So far, Deep Jungle wasn't Sora's favorite world, not even in his top five (and he'd only seen four new worlds), but that could all change depending on how many times that cheetah would keep attacking him. However, he was safe now, relaxing in the encampment's big yellow tent.
After reuniting with Donald and Goofy, Sora let them venture outside while he took a breather. Sitting in the corner of the tent, he tenderly nursed a microscopic splinter in his left hand.
His new ally, Tarzan, suddenly plopped down next to him, smiling eagerly while trying to get his attention with monkey gestures. Steeling his patience, Sora muttered, "What is wrong with you?"
Nudging him uncontrollably, Tarzan started squawking, "Oo, oo, ah, oo, oo!" Then, he motioned at Jane.
"Hm?" Sora looked over at the Englishwoman, who was preoccupied with assembling the vintage projector. Sora asked, "What?"
Smiling deviously, Tarzan narrowed his eyes and said, "Jane wears thong."
Behold, Sora spotted the thin white undergarment exposed on the squatting woman's back. Just then, she turned around and noticed Sora watching her. Oblivious, Jane requested, "Oh, Sora—do you mind helping me set up this stand? It's a bit tricky."
Entering another fresh hell, Sora stood and up and answered, "Erm, sure."
Kneeling to help position the projector's stand, Sora then watched Jane rise and bend over to attach the assorted pieces. As she did so, she unwittingly gave Sora a full view of her ample bosom, which hung inches from his face while she worked.
Sweat poured from the Keyblader's forehead. Meanwhile, Tarzan walked behind Jane, silently making boob-gestures with his hands to make sure Sora knew about the presence of Jane's boobs. Tearing his gaze away, Sora attempted to ignore both Tarzan and the boobs, but unfortunately, both were quite overpowering.
Getting Sora's attention again, Tarzan sternly mouthed the words, "Touch them!"
"No!" Sora hissed back.
"Do it!" Tarzan commanded a little louder. "Touch them, now!"
Suddenly, Jane turned around and asked, "Everything okay, Tarzan?"
Tarzan simply shook his head, disappointed with Sora's lack of initiative. After Jane returned her attention to the projector, Tarzan took a rock and threw it at Sora's head.
"Ow!" Sora suddenly shrieked.
Turning around again, Jane chastised the jungle-man, "Tarzan! That was rude! You have to be nice to our guests!"
"Tarzan trying," he grunted back.
"Are you okay, Sora?" Jane asked.
"Yeah. I'm more concerned about this splinter, though," Sora offhandedly mentioned.
"Oh, let me look at that."
And so, it happened that Jane started examining Sora's left hand. Also, Tarzan walked up behind Jane and pushed her into Sora, resulting in a head-on-boob collision between the young teen and adult.
Fed up with the random shenanigans, Jane exclaimed, "That's it, you little brute! Go outside and help them find the slides!"
Satisfied, Tarzan gave the thumbs-up before departing from the tent. Sora blankly stared forward, inexplicably short of breath.
Jane apologized, "You'll have to excuse Tarzan, Sora. He just acts so strangely when he meets new people. Like when he and I first met. He could not stop…. Well, maybe I shouldn't tell you that."
"No, you can tell me," Sora said without thinking.
"Well, for some reason, he kept trying to shove his head up my dress, and that's how I knew he was raised by monkeys. Honestly, it's a relief to find another civilized person here in the jungle. Would you believe me if I said I was waiting for you to put your head up my dress?"
"Huhhh?!" Sora stammered.
"But since you never did that, I now know you're civilized and would only ever do such a thing if you were a vicious pervert." She removed the splinter. "Ah, all better!"
"Thanks—whoa!" Sora was suddenly pulled in for a tight hug that made him feel warm and fuzzy.
To Sora's reluctance, Jane withdrew from the hug, telling him, "Now, go and help the others find those slides! If Tarzan knows where your friends are, those pictures may jog his memory."
"Okey-dokey…"
Sora exited the tent, regrouping with his friends. Donald crankily vented, "There you are! Now help us find those stinkin'—"
Sora fainted.
"Poor feller," said Goofy. "He's all tuckered out from adventurin'."
Meanwhile, Tarzan poked Sora's body with his spear. Then, he gave his analysis, "Tarzan proud."
