And now for another chapter… written by WG. HIT THE DECK! *thud* …ow.

Alas, we still own none of the cool characters appearing in this fic. A few OC's, but that's it.

On with the chapter!

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It was a strange night at the House of Mouse… at least, in Fanatic's opinion- and considering how strange the kid is, that is really saying something.

For one thing, it started with a call from WG. "Fanatic… I'm sick *cough cough*," she wheezed over the phone earlier that afternoon. "I think I caught the Chinese Flu,"

"Well, I told you eating Mulan's dessert while she wasn't looking was a bad idea!" Fanatic replied. "But I understand. I'll just call in a recruit,"

"*sniffle* Okay… *cough cough HACK!* …see you later…"

And so Fanatic called up Tracker. "Hey, Tracker, WG's sick. Can you cover for her?"

"Oh, man, I wish I could, Fan… but I went snow-boarding last weekend and… well there was a cliff… and my leg is in a cast," Tracker replied.

"Okay- I should've warned you to leave those stunts to Calvin and Hobbes. They're professionals when it comes to riding off cliffs…"

"What do YOU know?" Calvin sneered… as Hobbes pushed him by in a wheel-chair, the six-year-old having a leg-cast, arm in a sling, and bandage on his head.

"He was just kidding, Calvin," Hobbes replied.

"No, I'm serious. What DOES he know? I'm still clueless! …And who's Calvin?"

Fanatic shook his head. "Don't worry, Track. I'll call up FF2,"

"Okay. Don't worry, I'll be back to beating enemies in no time!" Tracker replied before hanging up.

Fanatic called FF2. "Hey, FF2, you think you can cover for WG tonight? Tracker broke her leg so she can't do it,"

"I would, Fanatic, you know I would… but I'm on the Planet Ood, handling a dire situation- LOOK OUT!" FF2 replied… and there were sounds of destruction in the background. "GET BACK, YOU DALEKS! (I'll call you back)"

Fanatic blinked, then tried Sailor Androm3da. "Hey, Sailor, you think you can come to work tonight?"

"HELP! IT'S EATING MEEEEEE!" came a frantic cry… from Sailor. "Oh, sorry Fanatic, got a situation with the Scouts here. I'll try to make it IF I'm not devoured by then."

Fanatic sighed then tried Colin. "Colin… first, are you sick or injured?"

"Nope." Colin replied.

"Are you in a dire situation that you can't get out of?"

"Nope."

"Great! So can you come fill in at the House of Mouse tonight? The others can't make it."

"I would… but I promised Numbah Four that I'd go to the All-Out Wrestle-To-The-Critically-Fractured Smash Down tonight, so I can't make it."

Fanatic groaned. "Alright… bye." he sighed. "Guess it's just me, myself, and I tonight… OR IS IT?" He whipped out his cell phone once more.

…and called up his Transformers, OC. "What is it, Fanatic?" Silvermoon asked.

"Silvermoon, can you and the rest of my OC come and help me out at the club, tonight? The others can't make it."

"Sorry, we're busy."

"With what?!"

Silvermoon had already hung up.

Fanatic looked at his phone. "…Must be going though an OOC-phase… *sigh* It's official. I'm on my own tonight,"

He went to the club… only to find that the lights were out. Max wasn't out front, no guests were showing up… and that chicken from the April Fool's episode was pecking at the red carpet.

Arching an eyebrow, Fanatic took a giant calendar out of his coat-pocket. "It's not a holiday… not a Sunday… and no kick-awesome movies or television shows are premiering…" he put it away, scratching his head as he walked towards the entrance. "Mickey would have called if he said the club was closing… and Peg made sure Pete wouldn't try to shut the place down otherwise she'll triple his Child Support fees… So what the heck is going on?!"

"I'll tell you what's going on," came a voice, and Fanatic turned around…

…seeing Kim Possible standing there, her sidekick Ron Stoppable at her side. He had to suppress an excited scream.

"We got a distress call from Mickey twenty minutes ago- someone abducted him and the rest of the guests," Kim told him. "We've searched the whole building, but haven't found a… um, are you alright?"

Fanatic was standing there, looking like someone just gave him cake and said he could appear in the next Transformers movie. "I'm sorry… I'm just trying to overcome my excitement of meeting you."

Ron shrugged. "Eh, understandable. The last boy we met up with bounced around the room while squealing like a girl," he said with a chuckle.

"Ron? That WAS a girl," Kim corrected him.

Ron paused. "Whoops."

"An abduction, eh? I think I know who's behind this!" Fanatic said solemnly, then whipped out his cell-phone ONCE again. "C'mon, c'mon, pick up…"

Hater answered. "What?" he sneered.

"Alright, Hater! Tell me where my friends are or else I'll give WG permission to put you through torture that she has yet to unleash upon that one loudmouth from that one show she likes so much!"

"Dude, I'm not in this chapter… I won't be showing up until near the end of the season, remember? …Plus, I'm on vacation."

Fanatic arched an eyebrow. "I thought evil never takes a vacation,"

"It does now, dipstick. Now, stop calling me! You're using up my minutes," With that, Hater, hung up.

Fanatic put away his phone. "O-kay, it's not him. …Lets look inside, maybe there's a clue somewhere,"

They entered the club- the chicken following- and looked around.

Strangely, the club wasn't in shambles as Fanatic expected. The tables were set up nicely, the stage was cleared, no bloodstains or burn marks or graffiti or burrito chunks smeared anywhere… the Fanatic-shaped hole was still in the middle of the dining room floor, with traffic cones around it so no one would fall through again. "Odd… no signs of any struggles," Kim said, suspiciously.

"At least not here… Lets try backstage," Fanatic replied, and they looked backstage. "I'll check the dressing rooms, you two check around the projection room."

"Will do," Ron said, walking off.

"Ron… the projection room is THAT way," Fanatic pointed to the right.

Ron quickly turned around. "I knew that!"

Rufus, in his pocket, only shook his head.

Fanatic decided to check Mickey's dressing room first, knowing that's where he always was before the club opened. Yet there were no signs of any carnage there, either. "Weird… no signs of any violence, humor, randomness, or remarks about modern society anywhere," he said to himself. "Either WG's ran out of ideas… or she's let her cat do the writing again,"

"Meow!"

"Gah!" Fanatic turned, seeing a gray cat with a white spot on her chest sitting on the table next to him. "No offense, TC. I didn't think the ending of 'Muted Screams' was THAT cheesy… or confusing… or in need of a total rewrite altogether."

"Meow."

"What's that?"

"Meow meow,"

"There's clues in the basement?! Well, lets go!" Fanatic rushed out.

TC looked to the audience. "Actually, I was asking if I could eat that chicken," she spoke, pointing her paw at the chicken in the hallway.

The chicken, sensing danger, ran out of the club.

Fanatic raced toward the projection room. "Hey, guys! I think we should head to the basement! I got a tip from a cat!" he called… then slowed down. "Which… sounds odd… and why does it sound familiar?"

Stopping by a Sailor Moon poster, he pondered a bit.

He then shrugged, then continued to run to the projection room, looking in… finding it empty. "Kim! Ron! Rufus! …Where are they?"

"Fanatic!" came a cry from Ron… coming from the basement.

Fanatic gasped. "They must've been kidnapped! …God forbid they're at the mercy of snapping turtles again!" With that, he raced down to the basement, searching around the crates. "Guys! Speak to me! Where are you?!"

Silence… save for some whispering he heard near the 'Alice in Wonderland' section.

"Aha! Unknown whispering that's supposed to be hushed yet is still loud enough for the protagonist to hear! Obviously, they're expecting me to sneak around the corner, where an ambush awaits… ha! As if anyone falls for that anymore." he went around the other way, climbing on some crates and peering down, seeing all was dark. "Hmm… where are the culprits?"

A figure rose up behind him just then. "Meow!" it exclaimed.

"YOW!" Fanatic, out of surprise, fell off the crate and onto the floor. "Oof! …didn't expect that." he looked up, seeing a fat orange cat with a little white on its tummy. "Tiger! What are you doing here?"

"The same thing the rest of us are doing here…" came another voice from beside him.

The lights came on, and Fanatic gasped at what he saw around him… cake, presents, laser-tag games, a giant screen showing clips from all the Transformer shows and movies, a piñata in the shape of his science teacher, and a fountain with different nozzles spurting out his favorite sodas! Oh, the horror! The inhumane HORROR!

…Er, wait. That's not horrible.

"Whoa! What the…?!" Fanatic gasped.

"Surprise! Happy birthday, Fanatic!" All the guests and staff and OC exclaimed, popping up.

"Didn't think I wouldn't do something special for you, did ya?" WG asked, smirking.

"Actually, I did… But this is cool!" Fanatic said.

"Yeah, we spent all last night setting it up. We all pretended to be sick, injured, or in a deadly situation, and had everyone meet up down here to make it look like something mysterious was going on. We even had Kim and Ron come to put icing on the cake- er, no pun intended,"

"And we even invited someone else to come to the party," FF2 said. "Hey, Critic!"

The Nostalgia Critic walked up, having an autographed set of his That Guy With The Glasses DVDs (including Kickassia, Suburban Knights, and To Boldly Flee) and trading cards. "Happy birthday kid. Your friends ordered these for you… and one of them wouldn't stop stalking me unless I made a guest appearance," he said, giving a glare at the authoress.

"Oh. My. GOSH! THANK YOU!" Fanatic exclaimed, hugging the merchandise.

"You're welcome. Can I leave now?"

"It's either stick around for a while, or we'll make you work with the guys from TMZ again," FF2 said.

Critic paused. "…Anyone up for cake?"

"And… we also found you this," Tracker said, handing him a Cliffjumper action figure.

"Cliffjumper!" Tears began to form in his eyes. "Oh, geez guys, I don't know how this could get any better…"

"Oh, just watch! You see, we met up with some people in Hollywood, and persuaded them to let us get the first viewing of… Dear Mr. Watterson," WG clicked a remote, and on the screen, the documentary about the impact Calvin and Hobbes had worldwide began to play.

"AND, since Disney owns almost anything now, I talked a few people into making a new Transformers television series… starring you and your OC, based off your fanfictions." FF2 added. "You'll be helping with the writing and everything, just so nothing gets rehashed."

"I think I'm going to cry…" Fanatic said, his eyes bubbly. "You guys are the BEST!"

"Well, lets not just let this go to waste, guys! Lets party!" Tracker said.

Rufus clicked a button on a stereo, and Stan Bush's song, 'Dare' began to play.

~Dare- dare to believe you can survive

You hold the future in your hand

Dare- dare to keep all of your dreams alive

It's time to take a stand

And you can win, if you dare~

For once, after a long while, the House of Mouse actually had a fantastic evening.

All for Fanatic.

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A/N: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BUDDY!