Hello, hello! This chapter may be shorter because it was actually supposed to be a part of chapter nine, but istead, it's going to be it's own chapter. So just think of it as Chapter 9 part II. I luuuuurrrvve Roman Numerils. In case any one you have read Confessions of Georgia Nicolson, you should get the luuuuurrrvve thing. Okee dokie, mah artichokees, let Chapter 10, BEGIN!

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"Do you know who these people are, Susie?" I asked her, picking up a Captain Hook doll. Why anyone would want their child to snuggle with a Disney villain, I hadn't a clue.

Susie took Captain Hook from me and hugged him. "This is Uncle Hook. Mommy says he'll protect me from all that is no good." Then she picked up the noose. "She gave me this to play with. But she said it also serves as punishment for anyone who won't play with me."

"What does your Mommy say is no good?" Devlin asked.

Susie scrunched her face up. "Mmmmm... Kingdom Keepers. She says they lock us up and will beat us. She says if I ever feel threatened by a Kingdom Keeper, I'm to scream and put this around their necks and have Uncle Hook hang them. She says it'll teach 'em a lesson.

Devlin and I both rubbed our throats absently. "Who's your Mommy, Susie?" I asked.

She shrugged. "I don't know her name. But she looks like this one." She picked up a Maleficent doll. "This one's my favorite 'cuz it looks like Mommy. I don't see her everyday, so when I don't see her, I have my dolly to keep me company. Sometimes I'll go a long time without seeing her or Daddy. I almost never see Daddy, but when I do, he gives me good advice on stuff."

"Who's Daddy?" I asked, pointing to the dolls.

"I don't have a dolly that looks like him, but I gots a picture!" She said. She ran to a dusty trunk and her tiny five-year-old limbs lifted the top. She rummaged through it until she pulled out a picture. It looked like a poster. It was of a demonic bat thing. I could remember this when I was her age. It was Chernabog. She called Maleficent Mommy, and Chernabog Daddy. They just screwed this little girl's brain up!

"He doesn't always look like this. He'll sometimes to turn into a bat, or he'll look different, but I always know it's him 'cuz he's got a nickname for me."

"What's the nickname?" I asked her.

"I can't tell you." She said, big eyes wide. So cute, yet so corupted! She leaned forward and whispered. "It's a secret."

"Okay then, when was the last time you saw your Daddy?" Devlin asked her.

She looked confused. She held up ten fingers. "This many days."

"When was the last time you saw your Mommy?" I asked.

"Yesterday. She took me out to get chicken fingers. Then, we went on Splash Mountain and watched the fireworks. I like the fireworks. They are soooo pretty. Mommy says that this is my kingdom. My magic kingdom." She smiled. I didn't. This poor child was so curupted, but she didn't know. It wasn't her fault.

Later we sat, crowded around a table somewhere in tomorrow land. Finn whipped us up a couple of bugers and we shared our expereiences of the night. Maybeck reported karate-chopping a small-world doll.

"It was actually some wirey, twitching glitch, but I freaked." He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles like he'd actually beaten an evil doll.

"But you know enough about those dolls to beat them without actually vandalizing the ride." Willa said.

"I wasn't going to smile pretty for your precious dollies, Willa." He snorted.

Willa rolled her eyes, then they suddenly widdened as if she'd remembered something. "I don't think alone for much longer... I was walking through Fantasyland earlier... it was so weird! You know Cinderella's Carousel?"

We all nodded.

"The images in the middle were moving, as if in real life. And the horses! Oh my God, the horses! They were still on their poles, but they whinnied and stomped their hooves. It's either the overtakers setting a trap, or the protagonists of Disney Movies making an appearance."

We sat there in silence, abosorbing our newfound info. Maybeck spoke first.

"Oh joy, now Cinderella can poke out an overtaker's eye with her glass slippers."

All of the boys snickered along with Maybeck. After a few seconds Philby looked considerate.

"Actually, if they do show up, it could be a good thing. In all of the movies, the bad guys always have their asses handed to them on silver platter."

"Not by the princesses." Maybeck muttered.

"Since when have you been sexist?" Charlene demanded to know, placing her hands on her hips. Willa nodded in agreement and Bernadine crossed her arms and leaned forward, awating his answer.

"Oh... I'd say about.... February 30th?" Maybeck said sarcastically. Us girls rolled our eyes.

I later awoke, jerked from sleep by Finn pushing the black button. I rose from my matress and checked the time. Uck. 4:52 in the morning. It was, but early birds would be waking up soon. Like Charlese. She'd wake up, take a quick shower, make her coffee, read the paper, make some breakfast, and start her chores until it was brekky time for us.

I got up and walked down the hallway. I considered knocking but I was still in my street clothes. I changed quickly into yoga pants, and a tank top. I messed up my hair a little and hurried back down the hall.I knocked gently. Charlese opened the door. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and an old terry-cloth robe.

"Hmm. Good morning." She said a little suspiciously.

"Hi. Good morning. Could I help with breakfast this morning? I'm bored." I don't know what brought on the want of a chore, but Charlese was like the mother my real mother could never be.

"Sure. It's waffles, scrams, and home fries."

"Yum." Scrams by Charlese were fluffy, cheesy, with salt, pepper, and chopped green peppers. Scrams are scrambled eggs. Later that morning, when I ate breakfast with my uncaring family, breakfast tasted sweeter, knowing I helped make it.

Later that day, I was at the pool with Paisley.

"So, has the MK told you when your next paycheck is?"

"Every month I'm used as a Host/attraction guide, I get about five Benny Frankies."

"Only five?" She asked in disbelief.

"They've got enough employees to pay. And it's five more than I had the months before." I grinned.

Suddenly I heard a wild yell and a splash. Water hi me and Pais. We screeched, not because we were soaking wet, but because it was freezing cold and we were surprised. I jerked up, snatched off my sunglasses, ready to rip off some unlucky soul's face. I froze.

Finn! It was Finn! He was staring at me wide eyed.

"Finn?" I asked. "What are you doing here?"

"Um... Swimming?" He said.

Paisley was drying off. She wrapped her short cap of blonde hair in her towel. "Oh cool! Finn Whitman. You're like, another Kingdom Keeper, right?"

Finn didn't like our nickname, but he accepted that it wasn't going anywhere. "Yeah... one of the originals."

"Cool." Paisley said again.

Finn climbed out of the pool. Good. Lord. I knew he was about fifteen or sixteen, but the guy was hot! He sat down next to me.

"So..." He said.

"So..." I echoed him.

Heyyyyy, sorry it took me so long to update, but oh my gosh, I got grounded from the computer. I'm just a kid and unfortunately my abilites to update can be affected by the man. (Or the mom, in this case). But never fear, I'm back! Love yas. Don't forget those five reviews. Five reviews= xD Not five reviews= DX. Tick tock, review review! Peas and turkey?