A/N: This is a short chapter, but don't blame me. Blame my teachers, who refuse to believe that Logic would dictate that copious amounts of homework are undoable. However, I think it's still good, and I didn't want to drag on forever.

Chapter 10: A SAD Day

With every human comes a list of things they would rather not do. These lists usually contain such things as going to school or eating monkey brains. But there are those who are not so crass. They write lists of things they absolutely, positively, refuse to do.

Jumping down a bottomless black pit was most definitely in the top ten on Zerubbabel's list.

Zerubbabel stared down at the dark hole, wondering if there could possibly be a bottom. "Whatever happened to being a gentleman?" she asked Flynn, still uneasy.

"Oh, you'll be fine. Really," he replied with an unconvincing smirk on his face.

That smirk gave Zerubbabel all the courage she needed. "Here goes nothing… hopefully," she muttered as she stepped up to the pit. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes, lifted her chin, and took a step.

It happened in an instant. One moment she was drifting ethereally down into a dark abyss, still keeping her eyes shut tight. The next second, she was slowing in her descent, and another second later, her feet touched the ground. Flynn followed shortly afterward, though Zerubbabel was proud to notice that he hadn't landed as gracefully as she had.

Zerubbabel gazed at her surroundings in total awe. The room, or rather expanse, was a wilderness of activity. There were people on computers, people on phones, people at desks talking to other people. There were even a few people scrubbing the meticulous white floors. Zerubbabel gazed at the high, vaulted ceiling above her, and at the bustle in front of her. "What is this place?" she wondered aloud.

"The Society for the Attainment of Devotion. Or SAD, for short. I think it fits."

here?" Zerubbabel inquired, forgetting that she was supposed to already know.

"You mean you don't know?"

"Uh, no—I totally know, I was just seeing if you…" she trailed off, unsure of what to say.

"Oh. great. I've brought an outsider to the headquarters. Bambi is going to have my head…"

"Wait, Bambi?! You mean that deer in that one story?"

"You don't know the story of Bambi?"

"Well, no, but I think I read it once. I think that's how I knew he was a deer. You should be proud of me."

"I'll be proud when you can trademark my smolder. You'll get free, signed pictures for life."

"Ha ha. So, since I'm already here, what does this Society for the Anthropomorphic or whatever do?"

"The Society for the Attainment of Devotion. Sheesh.

"SAD is the organization that is the root of all Disney. You know that the typical Disney story has two star-crossed lovers that look like they can't be together, but then the magical wand-waving makes everything perfect."

"Yeah…"

"Well, even Disney has a behind-the-scenes. SAD is the one that finds the princess, creates a situation, and trains the prince on how to win her heart. Simple as that."

"Wait, so you mean that Disney actually has the story happen? You know, they don't just recycle old actors?"

"Mostly. A few actors have been recycled. Take Kristoff, for example. He had a perfectly good role in The Jungle Book as Mowgli, but he wanted more popularity. So they gave him a sidekick reindeer and called it a movie. He was too busy with Frozen to attend the classes SAD provides. That's why he ended up with Anna."

"Hm." That was all there was left to say to the guy Flynn was pointing towards. Except, "He needs a haircut."

"I was all for growing out my beard, splitting it down the middle and wrapping it around my ears as earrings, but Rapunzel wouldn't let me for some reason."

"Yes, it's a real mystery," Zerubbabel jabbed as she caught the eye of an official-looking person across the room. They wore a bright blue jumpsuit, which sparked an amazing contrast to the white everyone else in the room wore. As soon as Zerubbabel caught their eye, she moved toward them, not caring if Flynn followed or not.

Once she had successfully navigated the maze of people and desks, Zerubbabel came to a halt in front of the woman in the bright blue jumpsuit. She waited for the woman to finish her conversation with the nearby personnel before getting her attention. "Excuse me," she asked, "But you wouldn't happen to know where the SAD classes are, would you? He's supposed to be going, but we lost the address."

"Certainly. Just go out that door," the woman pointed out a door to the left, "And go all the way down the hallway. The door at the end should get you there."

"Thank you," Zerubbabel replied. Then, in a split second, the idea came to her. What a way to figure out what was going on and get extra points with her boss! Quickly, she whipped out her tranquilizer hairspray. Without a moment's notice, Zerubbabel sprayed it all over the woman's hair and caught her as she slumped down. She then fireman-carried the woman out the nearest door, getting lost in a crowd so she wouldn't be noticed. Once safely in a hallway, Zerubbabel strode to a glass door that appeared to lead outside. And in the blink of an eye, she escaped.

A/N: I promise I will have a longer chapter up next week! I just didn't have enough time to really work on this one, and I lost patience at the end, so I just cut it short. I hope you liked it anyways!

Last week's offer still stands, as I have not gotten any reviews. Haven't I suffered enough? *sniff* If you want me to actually put effort into the next update, I'd like two reviews by next week. If they don't arrive, I'll make a character fall down a well. I'm warning you. This is my last hope for a few reviews, so make me happy!