Dimensional Dismay

-Chapter 10-

Soon after he had finished, a recorded announcement played from the speakers in various places around the park, which sounded so phony to Sandra's ears because of the chaos that occurred because of Rensie.

Audrey brought the girls back to their parents. Randall and Sandra waited around until the crowd had cleared up a bit, and then they headed out for the gates themselves. Sandra stopped Ran halfway suddenly, and she disappeared.

"Not again," he sighed in annoyance.

"Shh!" she hissed, and grabbed his wrist and held his hand up to his face, waving it, "I'm right here, 'kay? Just wait …"

"Where are you going?" he asked, but she had obviously gone. He looked up ahead to see Packard on one of the park benches with several other toons. They were chatting animatedly with one another, but Packard sat back and merely listened, smoking her cigarette in the process.

A leaf crunched near Packard and Randall grinned. This girl was great with camouflage, but a little bad with stealth-ness. With a grin, he figured he'd oughta give her some tips some time.

She unblended and let out a 'boo!' throwing her arms around an unsurprised Packard. The 'boo' sounded like she gave up trying to scare her co-worker after she crunched that leaf. "Hey Sandra." Packard greeted.

Randall headed over to her. The other toons were too deep in their conversation to notice them. Sandra was hugging Packard around the neck as she asked, "Where were you when the Heartless came?" Randall assumed she was referring to the shadow creatures.

"I was here," Packard responded flatly, "Smoking, talking … sitting. You?"

Sandra rolled her eyes and stood upright, cracking her back. She glanced around briefly at the regulars that Packard hung out with most of the time; most of them attended Toon Smokers Anonymous. They were Yzma, Cruella, Madame Mim, and Medusa. She spotted a 3D toon amongst them she didn't recognize; a short woman with chin length black hair and big black thick-rimmed glasses. "Who's that?" she murmured to Packard.

"Newbie." She replied, "At least to me and my friends. She's a fashion designer in the movie 'The Incredibles'. I don't like her because she keeps addressing me by my first …"

"Wilhelmina!" the woman exclaimed, causing the others to turn.

"… name." Packard finished, looking annoyed.

She spoke in a thick German accent, "Who are your friends?"

Packard refrained from wanting to strangle her- she clearly hated her own first name, considering the fact she had everyone call her by her last.

"Sandra," she said, pointing, "Randall," she pointed to him.

"This is Edna Mode." She introduced flatly.

"Where are you from, dahlings?"

Packard answered for them sarcastically, "A drawing pen, like everyone else. Excuse us," she got up, putting out her cigarette, "I've got to round up Le Stupid and Co. They wanted a ride."

Edna seemed a bit flustered for her interrupting, but hid her anger, "Okay, Wilhemina," Packard flinched, "Same time tomorrow, I suppose?"

"Sure, if you like tourists." She muttered. Cruella took over, "Edna, we usually meet at the coffee shop on afternoon weekends. Tourists drive Mimmy to insanity."

The short gray-haired old woman stood up on the bench, "Who says they do? Was it Merrlin?"

Packard took Sandra and Randall by the wrists solemnly and led them until they were out of hearing range of the group.

"Edna's very nosey." She explained, heading for the gates, "Didn't want her to interrogate you two. And she keeps acting as if the movies we were in were real," she said, rolling her eyes, "She's a loony."

Sandra and Randall exchanged glances. Sandra merely shook her head, "I'll tell her later," she whispered to him.

"Hey you!" a girl's voice called. They spun around to see Tessa running to catch up with them, with a boy around her age at her heels. When they came closer, Randall wondered if that boy was even human- he had long pointy elfish-like ears, blue hair, and a long sharp nose.

"Listen," Tessa started, catching her breath, "I'm sorry for the way I acted earlier. Okay?" she asked. She seemed nicer than before; like a completely different person.

"Err … Okay," Randall said.

"Sure …" Sandra responded stiffly- she obviously wasn't too sure.

"Good," Tessa said with a smile, "I'm Tessa, in case you didn't know. Hi Packard," she said with a wave, and looked over, "You're Randall, right? And you're …"

"Sandra," she said.

"Right … oh, you're LePlume's friend. He headed out to the parking lot with the others- he was looking for you." She paused, "Well, I gotta go … oh, and this is Panic," she introduced, throwing an arm around the lanky young man in the toga, who blushed a deep red. "My Dad's waiting at the ship. See you guys next week," she said with a wave, and tugged Panic by the arm as she ran back in the direction from which she came.

Sandra raised a brow, "That was …"

"Weird?" Randall asked.

"Yeah …"

"That's Tessa for you. Been that way ever since her mother left," Packard explained, "She's been switching moods like television stations."

"Who was her mom?" Sandra asked, and Packard shrugged, "No one knows."

"I've heard rumors that her mom was a 'real' human."

Packard laughed, "Yeah, and I've also heard her mom fell in a tub of Dip. I know the truth- her mom's a toon, and she left her after she was born. That's why Captain Hook's become more of a nervous wreck than he already was."

"Who told you this?" she asked.

"Maleficent. She's her godmother." She stopped walking, and let out an exasperated sigh, "Look at them ..."

They looked over to see Le Plume attacking his friends, 'Axe' and Fife, with party string. He shot a stream of yellow string at one of them, and lost balance and fell over the back of the bench he was standing on, and fell flat on his bum.

"And they wonder why they're single." Packard commented, shaking her head, and she called out to them, "Oh look, there goes Angelique!"

Fife spun around so quick that his legs crisscrossed off balance and he fell on the floor near Le Plume. They laughed, even Axe, since he managed not to make an idiot of himself.

The next second, there was a roaring sound of wind blowing and wood creaking slightly. The Jolly Rodger sailed over their heads, possibly powered by the fairy dust or something. Randall saw Scroop climbing up the ropes, and the mantavor glanced over at them, his yellow eyes gleaming in the setting sun's light. As the ship passed on he climbed up to the middle sails and released them, and sent them billowing out as the other pirates unfurled the rest of the sails.

Packard took the wheel this time, and Le Plume and his buddies turned into their object forms and took up the front seat (Axe was an axe, and Fife was a piccolo). This left Randall and Sandra to take up the back seats.

"Wow, you wrote … a lot," Sandra laughed, flipping through his script. Packard glanced through the rearview mirror skeptically at Sandra.

"Is it too much?" he asked. She shook her head, "Nope, it's just that most toons don't take up their time to write such things. No one except Delbert Doppler- he's the greatest scholar I know of …" She flipped to the front page of the leather covered book and sighed, running a hand across the front, "This might take me a few days," she said with a grin.

"Well, you see …" Randall started, "I didn't really know what to expect, so … I don't think it's screen-worthy but …"

"Well, the fact that you wrote this much amazes me. That shows a lot of potential in the Toon world." She complimented, leaning back on the leather seat.

Randall grinned slightly, "Thanks,"

"You're welcome," she said with a smile, "Do you mind if I take this home to read?" she asked hopefully.

"Nah, it's alright with me," he assured.

(A/N)- Big dropoff, but I would've gotten writer's block if I haven't ended the scene there. Get's better. I hope. I plan to finish this story, even though it's an estimated 10 more chapters, at least. Please review:-) And thanks to all of my reviewers- you inspire me to continue writing this fic:-)