So, I'm at studies. And this kid walks in wearing the most ridiculous thing! Oh geez, I can't even describe it. But let's just say this next chapter is based off of what I thought it looked like.

Current Location: Dirt Path leading from Disney Castle to Disney Town

Word Count: 578 words (Excluding A/N.) Yes, I know. I went over the limit. Please excuse that, it was for a good cause! ^^''

Noise II - Parasite Eve

"Ahyuck, I got it! The King is a parasite!" announced Goofy as the duo walked down the pathway.

"Wak! Wh-what? Where did that come from? You know better than to badmouth his Majesty!" Donald whacked Goofy in the head with his staff. Causing the dog to wince in minor pain.

"Gawrsh, I know that! I was just speakin' my mind!"

"Aww phooey, well there goes a saying, if ya have nothing good to say. Then don't say it!" Donald concluded his scolding with another fair smack on the dog's noggin.

"But I wasn't insultin' the King! I was making a theory-!"

"Theory? What kinda theory?" asked Donald, narrowing his eyes. Just what was the dog going on about? Such disrespectful thoughts, "Y'know, the King. I think he's a parasite! Like uh', a monster!"

''His Majesty? A monster? You're really out of it today, Goofy!"

"No, really! Hear me out on this one, hyuck! The King always talks about his "daily duties" that cause him to be "bound" to the Castle. Bound, bound like a leech! The King sucks the blood of his citizens! That's why living brooms work at the Castle, because all the living staff had to go to the hospital due to their lack of active state! And why he always disappears! It makes perfect sense!" explained Goofy with a toothy grin.

"Ahhh...Goofy? While I appreciate that you're thinking outside the box. I don't think that-"

"Wait! He's not just a parasite, ahyuck! He's a vampire parasite! That's why he says "Gosh" all the time! He feels guilty for stealing everyone's blood!" Goofy crossed his arms with a smug, proud smirk as the two passed through Castle gateway.

"But Goofy, you ahh...Say "Gosh" too, ya know..." noted Donald bluntly. To which Goofy responded by shrieking, his eyes peeling open wide.

"Gawrsh! I d-do! Does that make me a vampire parasite too!" he faced the duck with a paranoid face. His teeth chattering, it was obvious that he wanted to stay a canine, rather than become a some sort of malevolent creature.

"I sure hope so! With any luck, you'll be able to suck all that creative thinking outta your skull!" Donald cracked a laugh and Goofy continued to look worried. Serves him right for eating a sandwich in front of him while he was hunger-deprived the other day.

"Does this mean I get to suck yer blood now?-" asked Goofy, both of his eyebrows raised. Donald knew he was trying to milk as much as the topic as he could. So, before he could do so any further. The duck figured that he would shoot him down before this situation became any more humiliating.

"No, Goofy. Phooey! You are not a vampire parasite, and neither is the King! I don't even think those exist!-" Donald whacked Goofy again with his staff, only to have him block it. In retaliation, he found himself with a steel shield banging against his own head, "Ow!"

"But gawrsh, Donald. When ya really think about it-."

"No, Goofy. I rarely ever think about things! Now come on! We gotta get to town!" Donald picked up his pace, unaware that he had just made fun of himself. Such is the reason why he was confused when he heard his friend snickering behind him, "Wak! What's so funny?"

As the duo neared Disney Town, the deep moans from below the ground became more audible...