Dimensional Dismay


-Chapter 11-
"Be careful, Sandy," Packard warned as the pulled away from the building they had dropped off Randall Boggs at. Sandra stared in question at her co-worker through the rear view mirror.

"Of what?" she asked, concerned.

"Of Randall," she said simply, and when Sandra went to reply, an angry expression on her face, she cut her off quickly, turning around in her seat, "I'm not saying he's a bad guy- he actually is a pretty nice kid, and I've only known him for as long as you have," she said truthfully.

Sandra objected, "Hey, whoever said I was falling for this guy?" she snapped, "I don't fall for anyone, alright? Mushu was a freakin' accident. I was a complete airhead when I dated that jerk." She snarled, slouching back in her seat, glaring over at the script he had given her, which laid next to her on the car seat, the paper lifting and blowing gently in the wind.

Packard sighed, shaking her head, "I never said you were falling for him. I meant you shouldn't judge a book by its cover. I mean, take Vinny and Audrey for example. They made a cute couple, and one day it just went down the pooper."

"You're going back to the 'couple' subject, Wilhemina," she growled.

Packard ignored her attempt to annoy her, "Sorry hon. I just don't want to see you get hurt again."

"I'm not," she said firmly as Packard stopped in front of the apartment building where Sandra resided. "I'll admit, Randall does seem like a nice guy, but …" she paused, biting her lip, "So was Mushu. And look where that landed me," she said, raising her arms as if presenting herself, "I'm an emotional train wreck, next stop, Hell."

Packard put the car in park and turned in her seat, "Don't be that way."

Sandra snatched the script and got out, "It seems I was created to be 'that way'," she retorted, and shut the car door, turning and heading for the front steps, "I'll see you tomorrow, Packard."

Packard sighed, partially in annoyance, but mostly from emotional stress. She wanted Sandra to be happy again, like she was back when she first met her, but she knew Sandra would never date again. Dating, for Sandra, didn't lead to happiness, and her first boyfriend, she vowed, would be her last. Randall was possibly out of the picture for her; since she seemed almost disgusted when his name came out of Packard's mouth. She once suggested Sandra should date Fife, since the guy was shy, but he had a gentle soul. Sandra kindly pushed away her suggestion- she said that the creature/human difference was too weird for her. Besides, she knew Fife had his eyes set on a special girl …

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"Clopin, we can't allow this to go on!" Angelique, protested, blue eyes wide with concern.

Downtown in Toon town, at the local bar, sat Clopin, the entertainer, Hermes, the announcer/musician, Vinny, the D.J., and Angelique, the performer. They had just left Disneyland, and they were speculating as to what they should do to teach Rensie a lesson. Clopin, despite his loathing for Rensie, was against any of their plans.

"I must abide by his rules." Clopin said flatly, twirling the olive in his non-alcoholic drink (toons can't have alcohol or they'll go unbelievably bonkers).

"But his rules are eventually going to get someone killed!" Hermes exclaimed, throwing his arms up to exaggerate and sending Vinny's iPod flying across the room, and his earphones flew off with it. "Nice going, Winterfresh," Vinny said plainly, but he was surprisingly unmoved by this. He simply got up and retrieved it.

"I'm not talking about Rensie." Clopin answered, his chin resting on his fists, elbows on the counter. He glared darkly at his friends as he spoke, and they understood whom he was talking about.

Angelique sighed, "Surely he understands that something needs to be done about that megalomaniac."

"He understands, I'm sure," Vinny answered for her, "He just doesn't care."

Clopin sat upright, "Don't ever say that he doesn't care, mon ami," he warned.

Vinny shrugged, "Hey, I'm sorry man, it's just really wacky out there lately. All he has to do is give the word and I'll kick Rensie's arse for him."

"Violence never solved anything." Angelique reminded, shaking her head in dismay.

"I agree with ya totally, babe, but I can't take all this fighting anymore." Hermes admitted, "Fight fire with fire, that's what Hades said. Do onto others, ya know."

"I'm sorry, my friends," Clopin apologized, turning around on the stool, "But what Mickey says, goes. I made a vow that I wouldn't start another riot. We can only hope he's waiting for the opportune moment."

Vinny snorted, "Well, that opportune moment is now, man."

Clopin held up his pointer finger, "That is for Mickey to decide."

"Yes," Angelique agreed with a groan, "I must refrain from strangling Rensie the next time I see him. That man is so lucky I wasn't there today- for there wouldn't be a CEO at the moment."

Vinny held up his glass, "Amen, We need more people like that,"

Angelique grabbed Vinny by his shirt collar, "I want to do that, but I won't. And you'd better not cause trouble either or I'll sic Audrey on your arse."

Vinny's eyes went wide over the rim of his sunglasses as she released him, "Ah, please no- that woman's been on my case since we broke up."

"I can't blame her- what with you and your whining and your sunglasses!"

"What's wrong with my glasses?" Vinny asked, rather offended.

"Hey, I wear glasses too, you don't hate me, do ya babe?" Hermes asked.

Angelique took a breath, "You never take those sunglasses off," she replied simply, "It shows insecurity. You can't look people in the eye. Hermes takes his off every once in a while, and at least his aren't tinted- they're just colored."

"Un-tinted makes anyone look like an old man, Angie,"

"Hey!" Hermes objected.

Clopin stood, and they quickly silenced, "You're all getting too loud. I think we should call it a night,"

"Aw, but Daaaddy- I don't wanna go to bed!" Vinny said sarcastically, leaning on the counter, talking in a baby voice.

"This is why you need Audrey," Angelique pointed out, "You whine too much and you'll never grow up."

"Hey," he shrugged, "if Peter Pan got away with it, so can I." He responded. Angelique raised a clenched fist to get him in the stomach, but Clopin held her back firmly by the arm, "Enough," he replied seriously, and released her.

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Sandra couldn't believe Packard's nerve.

It really wasn't any of her business. Randall's not even a friend to her. He's just another desperate client looking for a gig- that's all.

As she headed up the stairs to her room, she was entirely grateful that the many residents of the building either were asleep or just didn't come home yet- either way, it was peaceful, and she rather enjoyed it.

With a relieved sigh, Sandra unlocked her apartment door and shoved it open, tossing the script almost carelessly onto the table. She thought she'd probably tell Randall she did read it, and that it was so-so or something. Then again, he'd have to be a well-educated toon, possibly created with writing abilities, and he'd want some feedback as if she were a professional. She was created with writing abilities, but she rarely used them and often pretended she didn't have any. She often depended on Doctor Doppler to give advice as to what to do- he had four kids and he gained an understanding as to what children like to see in a movie and what they don't. Toon children weren't so different from 'real' human kids.

In the end, she figured she might as well read the script, since she didn't feel tired as it was and she'd most possibly be up till midnight again. She snatched up the script and went into her bedroom, throwing herself on her bed and laying it out amongst her pillows. It was only a matter of time before Hopper and the other residents came home, and she'd soon lose concentration anyways.

With a restless sigh, she turned the cover open and began reading.


(A/N)-
Yes, I know, another cliffhanger. I'm not going to write what's on the script- just Sandra's reaction, and they talk a little about it. The script's not so important- it just makes Sandra realize that a revolution is exactly what the Disney toons need, before Rensie gains too much power.

Review please:-D