And now for a somewhat chilling- yet nonetheless hilarious- chapter ;)
Disclaimer: *looks at watch* Still own nothing…
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"It was yet another regular night at the House of Mouse… At least, that's how I remembered it. It was around 7:45 when everything became amiss, when I felt a strange presence following me on my way to work. I kept looking over my shoulder at the crowded streets, having a feeling someone or something was following me- who or what it was, I didn't know, I was just hoping it wasn't some princess knock-off, as I was getting bored with fending them off with my machete, laser-vision, and other lethal advantages.
I arrived at the club at 8, meeting up with Fanatic, both of us waiting for guests to arrive while the rest of the staff went to their own posts… and suddenly, in a blink of an eye, we were back in time. Having gained knowledge of such circumstances thanks to my boyfriend, I knew it only meant one thing… Weeping Angels. Mickey, as soon as you receive this letter, I advise you to warn the guests and whatever you do- don't turn around, don't look away, and do NOT blink.
…Oh, and also Fanatic wants you to make sure no one touches his autographed Darkwing Duck poster and that someone feeds his kitty, Tiger.
Sincerely, Wherever Girl- from the year 1978."
Mickey looked over the letter again and again, standing out front with Max. "It's got to be some sort of prank. Maybe the two authors are just using an excuse to take time off," the mouse guessed.
"I don't think so, Mickey. I was walking over to them, blinked, and they were suddenly gone." Max told him. "And I know they wouldn't just abandon their posts before showtime. Face it, Mickey- our security guards have been kidnapped."
(Insert House of Mouse theme song here! Namely just for dramatic pause and stuff. Anyone still remember how it goes? …Anyone?)
Mickey had gathered the rest of the staff backstage, showing them the letter. "I called up FF2, he says he'll be along to help," Goofy said.
"When will he get here?" Donald asked. There was a strange humming sound, and an old Police Contact Box began to appear around him. "WAH!" he quickly ran out of the way before the image became solid. "What the heck…?!"
The doors of the TARDIS opened… and out stepped Fangface the Second (aka, FF2, for those of you who don't know). "Alright, Dad, care to tell me why you called me up as I was playing Dead Rising, telling me my girlfriend is gone?" he asked, firmly.
"I'm really sorry, FF2, but Max here told me some crying angels took her and Fanatic away," Goofy said, wiping a tear. "Poor kids… they were so young!" he then busted out crying.
"Dad. They're not dead." Max put bluntly. "They were taken by weeping angels."
"One moment." FF2 said, then picked up a glass of water, took a sip, then did a spit-take. "WEEPING ANGELS?! Great Scott, guys! Why didn't you inform me sooner?!"
"Um… we don't really know what 'weeping angels' are," Daisy spoke up.
"Don't you watch Doctor Who?"
Everyone shook their heads.
FF2 sighed, face-palming. "Weeping Angels are the deadliest creatures you could ever face, who can move quickly and silently, and feed of time-streams, such as by sending one back in time. However, if they are observed, they become quantum-locked, in which they are frozen in position yet difficult to destroy."
"Why are they called 'weeping angels' then?" Minnie asked.
"Because of the way they cover their eyes- they can't look at each other, otherwise they'll be frozen until an outside force moves them away. No one really knows where they've come from… but apparently, they're here, and they've taken your two security authors away to a different time."
"That's what the letter said! They were taken to the year 1978. " Mickey said, showing him the letter.
FF2 looked at it, gritting his teeth, then looked around. "Mickey, follow WG's orders- everyone keep your eyes open for any stone-angels. Stay together!" he turned to Max. "Max, come with me… we're going to hunt some angels."
"Wait! We need a security guard!" Minnie exclaimed.
"Don't worry, I'm sure WG made sure to send a note for back-up." With that, FF2 and Max took off.
"…I thought HE was the back-up," Donald questioned.
"If it's not him, then who is it?" Daisy wondered aloud.
There came a descending whistle…
*CRASH!*
… and a safe fell in the street, opening up and revealing two familiar faces: Sailor Androm3da (formerly known as Ojamajo Boy) and Supah KND Operation Colin (…or Colin for short). "Wow, Fanatic was right! Traveling by a catapulted safe IS quicker than driving!" Colin exclaimed, stepping out.
"And no need for licenses, too!" Sailor Androm3da added.
"Oh no… not two more!" Donald groused, face-palming.
"Are… you two the replacement security guards?" Minnie gulped.
"We sure are! WG advised that if anything were to happen to her and/or Fanatic, we could fill in!" Colin exclaimed. "…We were going to make an appearance around Season 2, but considering the circumstances, an abrupt cameo was amust."
"But how did you guys find out?!" Mickey asked.
"She sent us an e-mail, filling us in about the situation, but how she didn't have much time left to do anything," Sailor Androm3da said, glumly. "I suppose… she's aged so much and has gone to meet her maker…"
"I ain't dead, you dimwit!" came an elderly voice… and up walked an old lady with a cane, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, and looking like a wrinkled-up WG. "Good grief, you age a few years, and people assume you're dead! You youngsters have no respect for old people!"
"WHA…?! WHEREVER GIRL?! B-but, you said you didn't have much time left…!"
"Because I haven't paid for my internet connection in months and they were shutting it off, not because I was going to die! Sheesh!"
"But… where's Fanatic?" Colin asked.
"Oh, he's gone… *sniff*."
"Oh my gosh! He's…?"
"*sniff- hack! cough* Ugh! Stupid phlegm… As I was saying, he's gone- to the bathroom." she looked over her shoulder at some public restrooms. "HEY FAN! HURRY IT UP, WILL YA?!"
"I'm hurrying, I'm hurrying! Don't rush me, woman!" an elderly man's voice shouted, and out walked an old man with a gray beard, thick-framed glasses with very thick lenses, wearing a 'I 'Heart' Bacon' shirt with plaid pants and suspenders, walking with a walker… and, as revealed, was actually Fanatic. "Good gravy, can't an old feller take his time in the bathroom anymore?"
"If you took your time, we'd be dead!"
"Oh shut up! You're the one who said we should eat at Taco Bell!"
"Uh, I hate to interrupt your conversation but… WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!" Mickey shouted.
"Oh, well we just came to warn you about the weeping angels… in case you didn't get my letter." Old-Wherever-Lady said.
"Yeah, you can't really rely on proper postage anymore," Old-Man Fanatic added. "Ooh, I see the recruits arrived," he adjusted his glasses- through them, everything seemed to be maximized about 100 times. "…my, what big heads you've got."
"So how are we going to get rid of the bawling angels?" Goofy asked.
"Well, I'm guessing someone's already told FF2, so he's probably on the case," Old-Wherever-Lady said. "So the most you can do is keep your eyes open and make sure no other guests get snatched up."
"In the meantime, I'm taking a nap… walking two blocks really takes a lot out of y- zzzzzzzz…" Old-Man Fanatic said, then fell asleep standing up.
"Don't worry, guys! We'll guard this place with our lives!" Colin exclaimed with a salute. "C'mon, Sailor, lets scout around for more angels!"
"Right behind you, Colin." Sailor Androm3da said, and they ran inside.
"Well, at least we've got some security-" Mickey began to say.
"OH MY GOSH! IT'S THE CAST OF 'THE SECRET WORLD OF ARRIETTY'! CAN I GET YOUR AUTOGRAPHS?!"
"Yep… they're OUR recruits, alright." Old-Wherever-Lady said… then fell asleep standing up.
"This is going to be a stressful night…" Donald sighed.
What they didn't notice was Calvin and Hobbes listening from the alley. "WG and Fanatic are trapped in time?" Calvin gasped.
"That means we can get into the club now, right?" Hobbes asked.
"Are you kidding? They've got two other psycho-authors on duty! …But, we DO have a chance on getting into the club a DIFFERENT way!"
"How so?"
"Follow me… this is our moment to shine!" With that, they ran off.
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FF2 and Max stood on the roof-top, back to back, looking around. "Those beasts could be anywhere, keep alert." FF2 said.
"Why do you think they've come here?" Max asked.
"Like I said, they feed off time-streams, and send people back in time to do so, and sent WG and Fanatic back 35 years,"
Max scratched his head. "They haven't aged well… WG would only be in her mid-50's."
"True… perhaps she wasn't able to write that letter until 1978- being trapped in the past has a way of keeping you from thinking about things like this. But right now, we have to focus on-"
*ZAP!*
"What the…?!" Max looked over the edge, but saw nothing strange. "I thought I heard something."
"Any clues down there?" FF2 asked, looking downward.
"Just two canes on the pavement."
"Good heavens, they're even going after old people! …And if they did it in front of the House of Mouse…" he gasped. "THEY MIGHT BE INSIDE!"
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Sailor Androm3da and Colin stood on the catwalk, looking over the audience as Mickey welcomed everyone. "Alright, we just have to keep our eyes peeled for any stone angels, and with us watching the place, they'll be frozen!" Colin said.
"I think they'd be frozen anyway, with such a crowd." Sailor Androm3da said. "Unless there was a way no one could see them…"
"And now for a Minnie cartoon!" Mickey exclaimed.
Sailor Androm3da gasped as the lights began to dim. "WAIT! STOP THE CARTOON!" he shouted, leaping onto the stage as the lights shined bright again, and the crowd gasped. He turned to the famous mouse. "Mickey, we can't turn off the lights or even dim them! If no one can see the angels, they'll be taken back in time too!"
"Hey! Where's the cartoon?!" Timon called.
"Uh, s-sorry folks, but we can't roll any cartoons tonight," Mickey announced.
The crowd booed. "Why not?!" The Reluctant Dragon demanded, pouting.
"Um… well…"
Colin quickly lowered himself down from a cable just then… getting tangled up as he did so. "Because all the cartoons got switched with episodes of TMZ!" he cried out, frantically.
The whole crowd gasped, a few people screamed, and one of the R.O.R fraternity brothers (from Monsters University) fainted.
"So, uh, for some entertainment… here's the Quackstreet Boys!" Mickey introduced instead, and they hurried offstage. "Thanks for the warning, boys. We could've lost the whole audience!"
"It's what we're good at, Mick." Colin said, coolly. "Now lets scout around for those angels!"
They walked off… not noticing a stone-angel standing behind the curtain, its eyes covered.
"HOLY MOLY THERE'S ONE!"
…not noticing- for about three seconds.
"What do we do?" Mickey gasped.
"Stand here, and do NOT take your eyes off it- don't even blink!" Sailor Androm3da said. "We'll search for something to destroy it with!"
With that, the two substitute-guards took off, leaving Mickey with the statue. "Wait, where are you guys-" he asked, turning around for a second, then quickly turned back…
…seeing the angel was smack-dab in front of him, looming over, their face looking demonic and their clawed-hands outstretched.
He paled. "…Minnie… help me…"
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FF2 and Max were back in the TARDIS, standing at what appeared to be a scanner. "From what I can tell, there's three angels in the club," he said. "We have to find a way to trap them, and destroy them."
"How can you destroy them?" Max asked.
He paused. "I don't know, WG didn't get that far into the series yet. BUT, there IS a trick we can use."
They ran back into the club, spotting a Weeping Angel near the restrooms… and the gargoyles from The Hunchback of Notre Dame were standing by it. "So… you come here often?" one of them asked.
"Guys, don't take your eyes off that angel!" Max warned.
"No problem with that, Max," the shortest one said, smiling flirtatiously at the statue. "This one is a real looker,"
"Yeah, and it can snap your neck, steal your voice, and even send you back in time half a century," FF2 deadpanned.
The gargoyles froze. "Uh, in that case, better call some other gargoyles!" They then took off.
"Very well. GOLIATH!"
Goliath swooped down. "What do you want?" he asked.
"Keep an eye on this Weeping Angel, don't look away or blink at all- these things are deadly."
"Very well." Goliath stared cold-heartedly at the statue…
…and it crumbled to bits. "Wow. I guess it couldn't handle the pressure." Max claimed.
"Don't let your guard down, these things don't die that easily," FF2 said, then swept the gravel-remains into a box, which was made of mirrors on the inside. "This may seal it away. Now to find the other two."
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Daisy came running up to Mickey, frantic. "Mickey, bad news!" she cried.
"I've got bad news too!" Donald exclaimed.
"I've got worse news!" Horace yelped. "The Quackstreet boys are running out of songs, and the audience is wanting more entertainment!"
"Yeah, well the battery running the electricity is starting to wear out which means we'll be cast into the dark, and I can't find the charger!" Daisy cried.
"WG and Fanatic went missing AGAIN!" Donald shouted.
"What are we going to do, Mickey? …Mickey?"
They looked, seeing Mickey was standing stone-still, his eyes taped open. "Don't. Blink." He said slowly, and pointed over at the Weeping Angel.
Everyone froze. "We're doomed." Donald gulped.
Colin and Sailor Androm3da came running up just then… holding laser-guns, sledgehammers, and for some reason 99 bottles of pop. "Alright, we got some weapons- but just in case, everyone drink soda so you'll stay wide-awake!" Colin advised.
"EAT LASER, ROCKY!" Sailor Androm3da shouted, zapping the angel, which turned to dust.
"HOORAY!" Everyone cheered.
…but a few seconds later, it regenerated back into form.
"CRAP."
"Wow, these things ARE hard to beat." Sailor Androm3da commented. "Colin, hand me the sledgehammer, we'll reduce it to rubble and seal it in the freshly-poured concrete down the street… Colin?" he turned around, seeing Colin facing the other way. "Colin, what are you… oh…"
Colin was looking over at a Weeping Angel, who had its face covered. "These things are fast." he put bluntly.
FF2 came running, box-in-hand. "Good news, one of the angels turned into rubble and I sealed it inside this mirrored box and… oh, there's the other two." he said, noticing the situation.
The lights flickered just then, and the angels moved closer about a couple inches. "GAH!" Mickey and Donald screamed, diving into Daisy and Minnie's arms.
"Don't worry, we've still got one of them-"
The lights went out for two seconds, and when they came back on, one of the weeping angels had the box in hand- lights flickered again, and the box was opened, and the third angel stood before them.
"Oh buggah."
"Wait, wait, WAIT! They're facing each other, that would mean they're still frozen if they're looking at each other, right?" Colin pointed out.
"Wrong- this one is facing to the left at a 90 degree angle, while the one next to it is facing the right, and the third still has its eyes covered." Sailor Androm3da said. "But… maybe if we can put mirrors in front of the two that have their faces uncovered, that'll solve one problem."
The lights flickered again… and the third angel was now standing closer to them, its face only half-covered. The others quickly stepped out of the way towards the wall… the lights flickered, and the angel was now standing next to the other two, all of them facing our heroes.
"We need mirrors now that they're all looking!"
"On it!" Colin said, running out into the dining area… coming back with the Magic Mirror from Snow White, the Enchanted Mirror from Beauty and the Beast, and the Looking Glass from Alice in Wonderland (the old TV series… anyone remember that show?). "These might work!"
The lights went out for a second-
*SMASH!*
When they came back on, the mirrors were smashed. "I hope you all have insurance," The Magic Mirror said, darkly.
"Oh… crud." Colin stepped back with the others.
"Stand back!" FF2 said, taking out his Sonic-Screwdriver. "I'll handle these things… you beasts made a wrong move in taking away my girlfriend! Now you're going to-"
The lights went out completely, and everyone screamed.
They came back on…
And to everyone's shock, the angels were facing actual mirrors!
What shocked them more was, behind those mirrors, stood WG and Fanatic- in their youth. "Nice idea with the mirrors, guys." WG said to Colin and Androm3da. "I figured calling you guys for back-up was a good idea."
"What the…?! How the…?!" Mickey stammered. "What happened to you guys?! You were old the last time we saw you!"
"Oh… well those parts of us no longer exist in this timeline, now that we've been brought back." Fanatic explained.
"How were you brought back?!" FF2 questioned.
WG stepped aside, showing Calvin, Hobbes… and their time-machine cardboard box. "Hello!" Calvin exclaimed.
"Here's what happened…" WG began.
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Back in 1978…
WG and Fanatic looked around. "WHAT THE HECK HAPPENED?!" Fanatic shouted.
"We've, obviously, been transported to a different time… either that or they're re-printing the old Garfield comic-strips." WG noted, holding up a discarded newspaper.
"How?!"
"Don't ask me! I don't just have answers fly right out of nowhere!"
Calvin and Hobbes suddenly flew through a time-portal in front of them. "There you guys are!" Calvin exclaimed, then turned to Hobbes. "I told you making a left near the Jurassic Era was a good idea."
"Calvin? Hobbes? What's going on here?!" Fanatic demanded.
"Everyone in the present said you guys were kidnapped by Weeping Angels and taken to this year, so we came to retrieve you." Calvin said.
"Weeping Angels, huh? I think I know how we can defeat them… but we'll have to go into the future a bit," WG said, rubbing her chin.
"Why?"
"To cheat a bit."
Calvin grinned. "I like the way you think!"
"Well, lets get going then!" Fanatic said, climbing in.
WG looked at the newspaper once more, analyzing the date. "WAIT! Let me do something real quick first!" she exclaimed, then took off.
They only blinked.
About three hours later, WG returned. "Okay, I'm ready."
"What did you do?" Hobbes asked, suspiciously.
"You'll see. LETS GO!"
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Present
"We went forward in the future a bit to ask Androm3da and Colin how the Weeping Angels were defeated and they said we placed mirrors in front of them… so we grabbed some mirrors, came to this exact moment, and voila." Fanatic finished.
"…I am so confused right now…" Mickey said, rubbing his head.
"Get used to it. FF2, being an expert on Doctor Who-related stuff, take these things away, if you don't mind." WG said.
"Will do… I know a lovely room-of-mirrors," FF2 said.
"Thanks again guys for taking care of things," Fanatic said to Colin and Sailor Androm3da.
"Anytime… now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go hang around the cast of My Neighbor Totoro!" Sailor Androm3da exclaimed, rushing off.
"And I'm going to harass the villains!" Colin exclaimed, running off next.
"Looks like we're back on duty," Fanatic sighed.
"Yep… lets take a break first." WG said, and they walked off.
"Hold it!" Calvin called. "Since we pretty much saved you guys from turning into old geezers 30 years early…"
"Can we get an honorary membership?" Hobbes asked quickly.
"Hmmm… Okay, sure." WG said with a shrug.
"HUH?!" The rest of the staff gawked.
"Hey, they earned it. …Plus, you never know- with Calvin around, other freaky things might stay away."
"Because I'm just that awesome?" Calvin boasted.
"No- your ugly face would give them a heart-attack."
"I resent that!"
"Lets just end the chapter, before anything ELSE happens," Fanatic said.
They all walked off… not noticing a fourth Weeping Angel watching from the cat-walk-
"HEY! HERE'S ANOTHER ONE!" Colin shouted, popping up behind it and pushing it over…
*CRASH!*
Androm3da, dressed as a janitor, swept the remains onto a plate, and handed it to Stitch. "Here, buddy- extra dessert."
"Ooooh!" Stitch wooed, then ate the gravel, belching.
The two author-cameos smirked, walking out. "Our work here, is done."
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Back with FF2, he finished disposing of the Weeping Angels, then passed by a videostore… backing up when he saw a Fangface DVD poster- claiming to have 50 more episodes than what the series originally had. He walked in, picking one up and looking over the episode lists… noticing most of them consisted of familiar fan-fiction titles, and other ideas he remembered being mentioned.
"Only Wherever Girl…" he chuckled, then walked out.
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A/N: …hey, who wouldn't?
Nice job, Colin and Androm3da. …And don't worry, you'll be getting another cameo in the future.
Please review. No flames or we'll set Weeping Angels around your house.
