Hey guys, guess what! Ya boi's got herself a new laptop and is typing faster and more efficiently. That means faster updates...maybe! It also means I'm being made aware of spelling and grammar mistakes that I made way at the beginning of the story, too far for me to fix without re-uploading the chapters into the Document Manager, and ain't nobody got time for that.

I am very amused at the confidence that was displayed in the reviews as you tried to guess the Disney reference in Chapter 10. Chapter 10. Let me reiterate: Chapter 10, not the whole story. Therefore, out of the four people that guessed, only one person got it right. Getting lost alone in New York, encounter with a mean hot dog guy, band of street rats that take her in and protects her...this specific chapter was referencing the movie Oliver and Company. It's a really underrated movie, but one of my favorites. If you haven't seen it, I recommend it. That said, I totally get why everyone else said Alice in Wonderland, so everyone gets a cookie, but the winner gets two.

Anonymous Girl Gamer: Thanks, I'm glad you liked it!

Nan the Keyblade Master: Yeah, living on the streets with crooks on the loose is not a good situation. But trust me, these guys are not the crooks she needs to be worried about. Also, I actually laughed when you guessed the reference. I mean yeah, you're kinda right, but also kind of not, and the level of confidence that you answered the question with was one of the most amusing things I had seen all week. You still get a cookie.

XxTerminaKonataxX: I didn't even think about Enchanted; I guess you could kinda argue that, too. Also, no need to apologize for the length, that just made me happy :)

Derick Lindsey: Congratulations! You got it right! Also, nice job connecting the Mexican hothead; Juan was sort of a shadow of Tito.

Can you tell Disney provides a lot of inspiration for me? Look I won't promise anything other than I'll try to get the next part out before March. Also, this chapter's kinda short. Without further ado, please enjoy!

Chapter 11

(No POV)

Elsewhere, a tall chubby man sat at his desk in his basement. He was a quiet, reserved man; others in New York would describe him as someone who stays out of others' way. But he is also known to be a creepy, almost scary man. Just as they thought him to be, he was very dark and brooding. Ever since he lost his wife and was separated from his child for good, he was man of few kind words and even fewer kind actions. He was the manager of a big moneymaking company, and caused misery for all his employees. On top of this, he ran an underground drug dealing business, selling all kinds of illegal substances and causing all kinds of trouble. Mostly, he stayed out of sight and left his henchmen to do his dirty work.

He sat in the darkness, under the dim beacon of a desk lamp, his feet propped up on the table next to a name plate that read "Arnold Stewart." He puffed his cigar and sighed, leaning back in his leather chair. "Where are they...?" He grumbled, having sent two men on a job for him hours before. He picked up his newspaper, pulled it up over his face, and began to read it. "They should be back by now..."

Just then, the door slammed open, and the sound of muddy footsteps came barreling down towards him. He didn't even bother to look up.

"Tony. Vinnie." He said, his deep, raspy voice echoing through the room.

"Boss." They both answered back.

"Where were you boys?" Arnold asked, slightly dropping his paper to reveal his face. "You should have been back hours ago."

"Sorry to keep you waiting, boss," The tallest henchmen replied. He opened his mouth to say something else, but was cut off.

"I don't want excuses, Vincent, I want you to be more efficient," Arnold sternly grumbled. He eyed the man venomously and added between puffs of his cigar, "You remember what happened...to the last employee in your position...don't you?"

"Yes, sir," Vincent said, though he didn't show any concern or fear. "We just thought we'd show you something important."

Arnold blew out another puff of smoke before saying, "...Go on..."

"We found a little someone I think it'd be important for you to know about," the other man replied before tossing a paper ball on his boss's desk. He growled and unraveled the paper, which contained a person's picture. He realized who it was on closer inspection and shouted in anger, flipping his desk over.

Now his henchmen were a little concerned for their safety. The manager huffed and puffed as he walked towards them, enraged.

"Where did you find this...person?" He hissed.

"Two blocks down, but we don't know where she is now," Tony answered.

There was nothing but silence for a few agonizing moments. Arnold continued to stare at the photo before speaking in a gruff, dangerous voice.

"We leave...at dawn."

A wicked grin crossed his face and he chuckled maniacally.

Finally.

Sweet, sweet revenge.

At the same time...

(Daisy's POV)

"That's a warp pipe, alright," Mario confirmed.

"So you're thinking she went down here?" Peach asked skeptically.

"Think so," I replied. "But there's only one way to find out." I lowered myself toward the warp pipe, but Luigi grabbed my arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" He demanded.

"Where do you think I'm going?" I spat. "I'm going to get my daughter."

"Oh no, you're not!" He protested, pulling me up.

"You're not my dad!" I shouted, ripping my arm from his grip. "Why shouldn't I go? She's my daughter!"

"We don't know what's down there," he explained, his tone shifting to one of concern. "What if she's not down there? Or worse, what if whatever is down there is dangerous? And you're eight months pregnant! I can't let you put yourself at risk."

"He's got a point," Rosalina agreed. "Any number of things could be down there; what if you or the baby gets hurt?"

"We just want to make sure you're safe," Mario added, gently placing a hand on my shoulder.

I contemplated this for a moment before sighing, "I appreciate your concern, everyone, but it's my fault she's lost in the first place. I have to be the one to find her; I have to be the one to set things right."

"Daisy..." Peach started.

"Don't try to talk me out of this, Peach," I interrupted.

"I'm not going to," she said. I turned around to face her and she added, "I'm going with you."

"Are you sure?" I asked. "You don't have to."

"I'm sure. She's my family, too," she answered. She gripped my hands and said, "We're in this together."

"I'm coming, too," Rosalina spoke up.

"So am I," Mario said. We all turned to Luigi, waiting for his input. He just kinda stared at us.

"What?" He asked. "Of course I'm going!" We all laughed a little before he added. "However, it'd be a good idea to pack some stuff first."

"Like what?" I asked. "How do you pack for something when you don't know where you're going?"

"Take some clothes, food, a flashlight, and some bandages," he answered. Basic essentials...I couldn't exactly argue with that.

"Actually, I have a better idea," Rosalina smiled. "It'll take me a moment to get it, though."

"Can you be back before tomorrow?" I questioned.

"Oh, absolutely!" She assured.

"Alright! I do suggest we bring some of those essentials, though, so let's get packing!" I said. "We leave at dawn."

Everyone nodded their heads and dispersed. I was so glad they were all coming.

Whatever we were getting ourselves into, I had a feeling I would need all the help I can get.