Chapter Twenty-Five

*MEANWHILE….OUTSIDE THE TOON PATROL HEADQUARTERS…(In First Person)*

Second Person POV:

You need to answer these questions.

Don't worry, they're easy questions.

Please be honest with yourself and your answers.

Okay, let's begin.

Are you a Toon?

Yes or No?

(Nod twice for 'Yes', shake your head side to side for 'No'.)

Have you been good?

Yes or No?

Are you a person who—

Likes to cause trouble just for pleasure

Is very mischievous and doesn't always receive good feedback

Never causes trouble but trouble has a way of finding you

Are you scared of the Toon Patrol?

Yes or No?

Now that you're done answering the questions, you're going back to read the story and you'll find out how the questions are connected to one part of an excerpt.

…..

Third Person POV:

In Toon Town, it's almost always sunny.

Almost everyone is in a good mood.

Toon Town is one of the only places where Toons can be who they want to be and to be safe from danger.

But not every part of Toon Town is safe or okay for a being, whether a Toon or a human, to hang around.

A few miles away from the city of Toon Town is an area where no one in particular lives. That particular area is known as the 'Dumpster of Toon Town' because of the way it is so abandoned and trashed with some pieces of trash. That is where the Toon Patrol Headquarters is located. Despite of the Toon Patrol Headquarters being a place where Toons can ask for help (if they didn't have any other choice), Toons are scared of the 'people' who run the headquarters of the Toon Patrol, Smarty, the boss, Greasy, the second-in-command-of-some-talk-and-most-action, Wheezy, a tommy gun-wielding smoker, Psycho, the maniac who loves giggling and his straight razor, and Stupid, the weasel who isn't really the sharpest tool in the shed. For many Toons, all five weasels mean bad news. Even if one Toon is facing only one weasel from the Toon Patrol, that particular Toon should be careful and try to be lucky enough to get away.

Until this day, the Toon Patrol never called anyone over to their headquarters. Never? NEVER…until today.

*Some Time Later…in Third Person*

Today, Roger Rabbit was being called to come to the Toon Patrol Headquarters.

Everyone in Toon Town, from the Hummingbirds from Song of the South to Benny the Cab, began to whisper about Roger planning to visit the Toon Patrol. A few Toons whisper that Roger's going to meet the end of his life, some say that the weasels are framing Roger for something that he didn't do, most say that Roger might've done something that made the weasels upset and they want him to tell him to stop, and other Toons…didn't really have anything to say.

As Roger walked down a road, he spotted a sign that was hammered into the brown grassed-ground.

The sign said,

WELCOME TO THE DUMPSTER OF TOON TOWN!

JUST KIDDING! YOU'RE NOT ALWAYS WELCOMED HERE!

BEWARE THE TOON PATROL (ONE MILE AHEAD)!

I WOULD TURN BACK IF I WERE YOU!

"That's just what I'm going to do." Roger mumbled. "JEEPERS! I'm turning back!"

Roger walked ten steps away…and suddenly, he stopped and headed back to the sign.

After stopping in front of the sign, Roger looked at the words on the sign again and he began to feel very conflicted. Should he go away or should he…just keep going?

"If I keep going, then the weasels might do some scary things." Roger said to himself. "But if I turn back, then the weasels might track me down like they did during the search for Marvin Acme's will!"

Then, all of the sudden, a voice asked Roger,

"What are you going to do?"

Roger's eyes widened and his ears perked up.

"Who said that? Is it Jiminy Cricket?" Roger asked and looked around.

"Yes." The voice replied with sarcasm.

Roger smiled and gasped with excitement.

"REALLY?" He asked.

"No!" The voice exclaimed. "Well, I sound like Jiminy Cricket but I'm not him."

Roger raised one eyebrow in confusion.

"Then who is it?" He asked.

"I'm your conscious." The voice said. "Look on your right shoulder and you'll see me."

Roger did what his conscious told him. He turned his head to his right and there was his conscious.

Roger's conscious looked like Roger's long lost twin but instead of wearing red overalls, Roger's conscious was dressed in a blue and white choir gown and a gold halo was floating over his head. He also had golden wings on his back and they flapped as Roger's conscious floated up and down on Roger's shoulder.

"Are-are you my-?" Roger began to ask.

Roger's conscious reached into the collar of his gown and pulled out a business card.

"Yes, I'm your conscious but call me 'Wendell'." Roger's con—Wendell said and gave Roger a brief view of the business card. "What seems to be the problem?"

"Well, Wendell," Roger said, "I've been called to see the Toon Patrol and I'm scared that they're going to do something horrible. The weasels have done a lot of bad things in Toon Town before and they nearly dipped every Toon off the face of the Earth. I can't decide whether I should see the Toon Patrol or run away and never have anything to do with them."

"Roger, the best thing to do-" Wendell began.

"Run away from the Toon Patrol!" Another voice shouted.

Roger's ears perked up again.

"Honest John, is that-?" Roger asked.

"No!" The voice interrupted. "My name is not Honest John, it's AMOS!"

Then, with a BANG, another Roger look-alike appeared on Roger's left shoulder.

As mentioned before, the look-alike's name is Amos. He's anything but good. Instead of wearing a white choir gown, Amos was wearing a red dress shirt and a black zoot suit, very similar to Smarty's but with baggy black pants. Amos's black hat had two horns sprouting from the sides.

"Wendell is trying to lead you down the path where things get really hard after the first few steps." Amos exclaimed. "I suggest that you should go down the easy path that ROCKS!"

Wendell scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"Oh, come off it!" He exclaimed.

Amos gasped and frowned.

"YOU come off it!" He exclaimed back.

"You!" Wendell exclaimed.

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

"You!"

Amos smirked.

"You infinity!" He concluded.

Wendell sighed and shook his head.

"Okay," Amos said to Roger, "listen up. Let me give you a few reasons why you should run away from the Toon Patrol. Reason number one, the weasels framed you after Judge Doom killed Marvin Acme."

"Roger," Wendell butted in, "the weasels were misguided by Doom. They only framed you because they worked for Doom!"

"Reason number two, Judge Doom nearly dipped you! The weasels might do the same to you once you meet up with them!"

Roger gasped.

"So true!" He exclaimed.

"No, it was Doom who wanted to dip you!" Wendell exclaimed. "The Toon Patrol just carried the barrel of Dip up to that bar because of Doom manipulating them!"

Then, Roger bit his lip in anxiety.

Because of the reasons that were being brought up, Roger had trouble making a decision.

"Wait a minute, here's one reason why you shouldn't visit the Toon Patrol!" Amos exclaimed. "The weasels kidnapped your wife and one of them dropped a ton of bricks on your head before they were getting ready to destroy Toon Town!"

Wendell paused for a second and began to think of a very good reason why Roger should make the right choice.

"What's the matter, Wendell?" Amos taunted. "Can't think of anything?"

After a few more seconds, Wendell still tried to think of another reason. Sadly, he couldn't think of anything.

"Oh, what's the point?!" Roger exclaimed as Wendell curled up into a ball in a growing disappointment. "If I meet up with the weasels, they might dip me! If I don't, they'll hunt me down like I did something wrong! Wendell, are you that you can't think of anything that can help me?"

Wendell's head perked up and looked at Roger in surprise while gasping.

"Have you made up your mind yet?" Roger asked Wendell.

"Roger, you just said three words that actually gave me a couple of ideas!" Wendell exclaimed. "You should visit the Toon Patrol because of Beatrice! Because of her, you made up with the Toon Patrol and Beatrice even stated that there may be one day when the Toon Patrol might do you a favor!"

Roger gasped in realization.

"Yeah, that's right!" He exclaimed. "Maybe they need my help! Thanks, Wendell!"

"Drat!" Amos exclaimed and disappeared into a cloud of smoke.

"Well done, Roger." Wendell said. "And remember, as Jiminy Cricket stated, always let your conscious be your guide!"

Then, Wendell disappeared in to a cloud of smoke.

"Well," Roger began, "let's go see the Toon Patrol."

Roger began to walk and passed the sign without worry.

Then, something that was a few feet away caught his attention.

A crowbar.

Roger ran up to the crowbar and grabbed it.

"Just in case if things go wrong." He said and hid the crowbar in his overalls.

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