Chapter Twenty One

(Hey, y'all!

Sorry that I'm taking so long on these chapters!

It's just that I'm going to be graduating in a few days and my birthday's coming up on Saturday. So, yeah. A lot of things are happening to me and I feel like I need a break right now.

I'm going to try my best to post more chapters without taking too long and I'm sorry for keeping y'all waiting!

Enjoy this story and chapter and life as it goes!

-imaginarytoon1)

Yen Sid's Narration Voice:

"Your name…is Agapito." Javier said after a pause.

Agapito pointed to himself, as if he were asking, "Me?"

Javier nodded.

"Yes." He replied. "That's your name that I gave you after I was done drawing you."

Agapito replied back by nodding his head and glancing around his surroundings instead speaking with words.

Javier frowned in confusion.

…Ha, ha, ha! Greasy's mimicking Javier!

As Agapito mimicked his creator's facial expression, Javier turned to Baron and said,

"I don't understand. I created Agapito to talk so that he can star in the latest Disney movie…and the only sound that he made after coming to life was gasping. Do you have any ideas or pieces of knowledge about Toons, Baron?"

Baron aimed his eyes at the ceiling in thought and Javier waited patiently.

Agapito, who was watching his creator and his friend, imitated Baron. He aimed his eyes at the ceiling and mimicked the way Baron was thinking.

Javier looked at Agapito and chuckled silently.

Baron looked at Javier and said,

"This is just a guess but I think that I might know why your toon weasel's not talking."

As Agapito watched in curiosity, Javier asked,

"What's the reason?"

"While you were drawing your toon weasel, did you talk at all?"

Javier glanced at Agapito and began to think real hard. He thought about the things that he couldn't remember saying while he was drawing Agapito.

Finally, Javier replied,

"I only exclaimed some things in frustration while I was drawing Agapito and I exclaimed them at least three times. I even talked to myself a bit. That's all that I can remember."

"Okay." Baron said. "So you said a few things. I think that because you only said a few things instead of talking non-stop is probably the reason why your toon weasel cannot talk. It could be that or…something else."

"What's the other thing, Baron?"

"His ability to talk is probably not fully developed and it'll take a little time for it to develop."

"What should I do to make him my toon weasel to talk?"

"Teach him like a kid who's beginning to learn how to read and pronounce every-day words. Teach him all that you know and make sure that he reads as many books as he can. I don't know how long it'll take for your toon weasel to talk but I certainly hope that he wouldn't be like Mickey Mouse."

"What does Mickey Mouse and Dopey have to do with anything?"

"After Mickey was brought to life, it took him almost a year to start talking."

Javier's eyes widened in shock.

"Almost a year?!" He exclaimed.

"It wasn't until he played in his third cartoon, The Karnival Kid, when he exclaimed his first words and sung his first set of improvised lyrics." Baron replied.

"Oh, my gosh."

After clearing his throat and looking at his pocket-watch, Baron said,

"Look, I wish that I can give you some more pieces of information but I have to go. I have to go and get ready for a movie that I'm playing in. To get more information about Toons, go see…" He reached into the front pocket of his suit and pulled out a small business card. "…Marvin Acme. He knows a lot about Toons and he's extremely kind to them."

As Baron handed Javier the card, Javier asked,

"Where can I find Marvin Acme?"

"He's at a toon gag factory that's five blocks away." Baron replied.

*yawn* I think that I'm going to pause the memories right there.

…..

Beatrice:

I stop the movie projector as I sighed and said to myself,

"This is getting really interesting. So far, I've learned how Toons are created, brought to life, and how they behave after becoming three-dimensional beings just seconds after coming out of the multiplane camera. This is an interesting start on how Greasy's life began before he became a second-in-command leader of the Toon Patrol."

I walked to the attic door and manually pushed it open. I used a little bit of my telekinesis to unfold the ladder and I watch it unfold and eventually touch the floor.

Should I practice using my telekinetic flight? I thought. Hmm…probably not. I'll do that tomorrow.

I climb down the ladder carefully as my eyes began to grow heavy.

"Geez, I'm tired." I whispered.

By the time my feet touch the floor, I yawned again and backed away from the ladder. Then, I telekinetically made the ladder fold back up and close it with the attic door.

…..

*TIME SKIP*

I close my bedroom door and turn off my lights.

"I wonder what time it is right now." I mumbled to myself.

I look at my clock radio.

*sigh*

It's only fifteen minutes before midnight.

Not bad.

It's summer vacation and that means that I can stay up as long as I want and wake up at any time without any interruptions.

"Why can't every day be summer vacation?" I asked myself as I got under the covers of my bed.

Oh, man. It feels so good to—

Zzzzzzzz…

…..

…...I'm…walking.

No, really. That's all I'm doing. I'm just walking.

I'm walking down an empty road…and I don't know where it's leading me.

Believe me, I SERIOUSLY don't know where the road is leading me. All I see is a bright blue…Oh, I take it back. It looks like it's about to rain. I hear the thunder but I'm hearing or feeling any raindrops falling. At least the grass is green and the road just looks like a road that I would always see for seventeen years.

…Now I have a feeling that someone's watching and following me.

"Who's following me?" I asked out loud as I turn my head and looked around.

No reply.

…Okay, there's nobody behind me but I'm sensing a presence that I can't see.

And I think that I see…

Wait. Is it really—?

Why, yes! It is!

It's the end of the road!

…Oh, my gosh! It's REALLY the end of the road!

No, seriously! I'm not kidding! All I'm seeing at the end is the edge!

I'm not sure if I want to continue to go any further than where I am right now. If I continue to walk towards the end, then there will no more road for me to walk on. If I turn back, I'll end up going back to where I started. Unfortunately, I have no idea where I started. All I remember is just walking without starting at a specific destination.

This is just too bizarre.

You know what? I'm going to stop walking…right…NOW.

I'm not walking anymore.

All I'm going to do is stand where I'm right now and figure out if I should keep going forward or just head back to my unknown starting point.

"I'm NOT going ANYWHERE until my mind's made up." I said to myself.

Then, I looked around to see if that invisible being made itself known and visible.

…That being's not anywhere in sight.

Then, I raised my voice and exclaimed really loudly,

"I HOPE YOU HEARD THAT! I'M NOT GOING ANYWHERE UNTIL I MAKE UP MY MIND ABOUT WHERE I WANT TO GO! YOU BETTER NOT DO ANYTHING THAT'LL CATCH ME OFF GUARD OR SURPRISE ME IN ANY WAY!"

I sure do hope that the being heard what I shouted.

But just in case if it's about to not take me seriously, I should let it know right now.

I exclaimed, "I'M SERIOUS ON WHAT I JUST SAID! NO SURPRISES! I HOPE YOU HEARD THAT!"

…No reply.

I think the being listened to me.

Okay! Let the thinking begin.

Seconds pass…then minutes…and eventually hours pass…but I still continued to think and stand where I am.

Have I made up my mind yet?

…Unfortunately, I still haven't made up my mind.

I'm serious. I'm stuck. I still can't decide on what I should do.

I have been standing and thinking for so long...and I'm…beginning to forget what I'm thinking out…and I still have a feeling that there's someone watching me and they're probably about to do something. I don't know what they're planning to do but I know that it's anything but good and pleasant.

"Whoever you are," I shouted nervously, "you better not do anything that'll catch me off guard or surprise me in any way! I still haven't made up my mind on what I want to do right now!"

I want to continue standing…but my legs are aching and my feet feel sore. I don't know if I want to sit down or remain standing.

I groan loudly in frustration.

Personally, I think it's better if I sit down for a few minutes.

"All right." I said to myself. "Just sit down for a few minutes…and then, it's back to standing."

I bend down to my knees and sat down on the road. It feels really hard but since there's not a bench in sight, the road will just have to do.

Now I feel like I want to do something while I'm sitting. I know that I want to do something. Something besides staring out into space.

…*gasp*! I know what I want to do!

I'm going to meditate!

I cross my legs and place my hands on my knees. Then, I close my eyes and started to do some deep slow breathing.

Inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…inhale…exhale…and inhale…and exhale…

Wow, this feels great. I haven't felt this relaxed in a long time. I should do this more often during my free time. In fact, I feel so good that I feel light as a feather and I even feel like I'm floating.

Wait. Did I just say that I felt like I was floating?

I slowly open my eyes.

…Okay, I don't see any changes. Everything looks the same…which is good.

"I think I've had enough meditating for now…and I think that I've made up my mind on where I want to go." I said.

I lean back and…AHHH!

MY HAND'S NOT TOUCHING THE GROUND!

…I'M FIFTY FEET AWAY FROM THE EDGE! WAIT A MINUTE! THAT'S NOT AN EDGE! IT'S A CLIFF…AND I'M TOO FAR AWAY FROM IT…AND I'M FLOATING A MILE AWAY FROM THE GROUND BELOW!

OH, NO! SOMETHING JUST MADE ME MOVE!

I'M FREAKING OUT, I'M FREAKING OUT, I'M FREAKING OUT!

…Oh, great, now I'm going down!

Well, I'm not going down fast…which is…really scary. I feel like someone just made me pause in a pose and is making me move slow motion.

This doesn't feel right!

I know that any moment—

OH, NO! I'M GOING DOWN FAST! I'M FALLING DOWN WITH INCREASING SPEED!

I'M GETTING CLOSER AND CLOSER TO THE GROUND! I KNOW I AM!

…*THUD*!

…

Now I'm feeling like I can't breathe while landing on something hard.

I gasp loudly, open my eyes…and panted like I just woke up from a nightmare.

I'm in my room…lying down on my bed…and covered with my bed covers and sheets. I'm NOT falling down from a—

"Are you okay?"

I gasp and turn my head back sharply.

…Oh. It's just Greasy. I can see that his toon eyes are glowing in the darkness of my room like they usually do when he comes in for a late night visit in my room…and he is sitting next to me with his left hand on my head.

"Yeah." I replied to Greasy as I rubbed my eyes. "I'm okay."

"I was getting worried about you." Greasy said. "You looked calm when I came in and a few minutes later, you looked like you stepped on a pin."

"Really?"

"Si."

"Well, just to let you know, Greasy, I wasn't having a nightmare. I was dreaming about slowly falling down from the top of a cliff and landing hard on the ground. Heck, the impact felt so real that I felt myself getting pushed down on my mattress. It's a really strange feeling that some people get when they're asleep."

"That feeling scares me."

I looked at Greasy's glowing eyes.

"It scares a lot of people who experience it." I said. "I can't say that I blame you."

"Hmm." Greasy replied.

"What time is it right now?"

After a pause, Greasy replied,

"It's three fifteen."

I groaned.

"I thought that I was going to wake up at a much later time." I said. "You didn't come in through the front door, did you?"

"No, I didn't." Greasy replied. "I came in through your window."

"Okay."

I stretch myself a little bit and sighed.

Then, after remembering watching Greasy come to life, a question came to my mind. I want to ask it to Greasy but I can't let him know that I'm watching his memories.

I'll have to be careful asking him the question.

"I have a question to ask." I said to Greasy. "This question is about Toons and their process of being created."

"Really?" Greasy asked.

(I'm not even sure if he just asked it while sounding curious.)

"I'm sorry if it's—" I began.

"No, no. It's okay. It's okay if you ask me." Greasy said, interrupting me.

Okay, here I go.

I have to sound like I'm not looking up information about the Toon Patrol.

I took a deep breath.

"Were you born or drawn?" I asked nervously.

Okay, now that just sounded really weird.

"I was drawn. In fact, several Toons are drawn." Greasy replied simply. "After their drawn, they're brought to life with a multiplane camera."

"Since you were brought to life with the help of a multiplane camera, did you experience any feelings of being shocked?" I asked.

"Ah, no, but I did feel something else. I felt a feeling that's similar to the dream you described earlier. I don't remember anything about being just a drawing on a sheet of paper but I do remember feeling a type of feeling that felt like I just landed hard on the ground. Then, without thinking, I just start breathing and moving…and after I came to life, I didn't remember anything about coming to life…until Yen Sid showed me one day."

I nod my head in understanding.

"What you said earlier is kind of like how humans act when they're babies." I said. "They have no memories about being babies and they just, like you said, breathe and move without thinking."

"That's interesting." Greasy replied as I slowly began to close my eyes.

I started to breathe heavily and tried to go back to sleep. As I felt my eyes growing heavy, I heard Greasy humming something.

Then, the humming turned into soft singing.

Greasy's…singing some tune that sounds really familiar. I know that I've heard that song before except it was sung in English instead of Spanish.

…I know what Greasy's singing in Spanish.

He's singing…I Don't Wanna Miss A Thing by Aerosmith.

Wow, I haven't heard that song in a long time and I wonder how Greasy knows the lyrics.

…Oh, my gosh, the way Greasy's singing the song sounds really…soothing. It sounds nice and it's making me feel really sleepy.

Then, I felt Greasy putting his hand on my left cheek, tilting my head downwards a little bit, and kissed the top of my head.