Wow, I'm really bad.

First, I want to apoligize for not writing in so long. I got a lot going on in my life, so its hard to find time to write. Plus I haven't gotten any review in awhile, so that's not helping my situation any better. I'll make you guys a deal: If I get at least one review for this chapter, I'll have another chapter up within a week., and so on and so forth That's a promise.

Second, I just realized a second ago that the last chapter, "Like Father, Like Son," stopped halfway. I seriously didn't mean for that chapter to end like that. I know a bunch of you guys really hate me for that, so please forgive me. :-( I just fixed it right now, so if you wish, you can go back and read it before reading this chapter. Thank you so much for putting up with this story. I know it's been a hassle to read and I'm probably losing a lot of readers because of it, so thank you readers for still holding on.

Alright, on with the chapter.

As we walked over to Mexican Pavilion, Rocky could not stop staring at me...at not in a good way either. I tried to block him by reading a little from the book.

Reader, believe me when I tell you this, I never intended to fall in love. I hardly believed in love. Love was something always out of reach for me. Women would hardly cast a first glance. But this woman is unlike any other.

For the sake of privacy, I will call her Rosethorn. She is the niece of McDuck (by marriage, of course) and was visiting him for the time being. I met her the first night I stayed there, while I was studying the blueprints. She came into my room, wearing a pair of pajama bottoms and a simple shirt. I was surprised by her appearance, not only because she was the first human I've seen all day who can actually see me, but also because she was breathtakingly beautiful. With a deep tan and exotic eyes, I could not tear my eyes away.

"A human from the real world, I see," she said. "Don't get too many of those." Her voice was sharp, like thorn on a rose (Hence why I call her Rosethorn). She sat down the table, not a chair, but the table right where I was working. Luckily she didn't sit on my work, but she was still so very close to me that I could not concentrate. She started asking questions, not about my work, but rather my life. She asked about what I did, what I liked do, where did I want to go. I tried to answer simply to satisfy her and make her go away, but she would not stop asking.

Finally, I had it. I asked her why she was asking me all these questions and she answered, "Because you interest me. I never met a human from the real world before." It then occured to me that perhaps the creatures in the Hundredth Dimension are just as interested in humans as we are with various Disney characters. I sighed and began to talk with her.

Oh, the conversations we had. It was as though we could talk forever. She was perhaps the most delightful person to talk to. She is a verry witty individual. We talked until after midnight, which when I decided to call it a night. She told me she hoped to talk to me again and I said that I did too. Although I knew I had grown a liking to her, I did not expect it to grow into love.

I desperately wanted to read more, but I could feel Rocky's icy glare freeze the back of my neck. I finally turned around.

"I get it!" I yelled. "I'm sorry I said anything about you being half-human. That was a mistake."

"Why would you try to bring up my mom?" he hissed. "You already caused enough trouble by having me meet with my dad."

"Why didn't you mention that the Genie was your dad anyway?" I asked.

"See? There you go again. You're sticking your nose into my business," he yelled. "It's my life, not a stupid television show."

"Well, if you weren't so secretive all the time, maybe I wouldn't be so suspicious," I yelled back.

"Why are you so interested in me anyway?" he asked as we entered through the Mexican plaza. "Do you like me or something?"

"Actually, I was about to ask you the same thing..." I faltered off when I realized what I was saying. I could feel my face turning red. Rocky's face softened.

"Ah, amor," a familiar voice spoke. We turned and saw two anthropomorphic birds: a green parrot, with a yellow jacket and and hat with a black tie, and a red roster, with a red caballero outfit and a sombrero, standing on top of a fountain. They both sighed in unison.

"Oh, we're not together," I quickly said, very nervously.

"Well, you should be because you two fight like old couple," the green parrot said in a Brazillian accent. He hopped off the fountain and stood beside me. He took my hand and kissed it. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Jose Carioca. Up there is my friend, Panchito."

Panchito hopped off the fountain and stood beside his friend. "Actually it's Panchito Romero Miguel Junipero Francisco Quintero González the Third, but mi amigos call me Panchito."

"That's a mouthful," AJ whispered to me, before introducing all of us. "We heard that you may be in possesion of a lamp borrowed from the genie. He said we could take it, if you'll let us have it."

"Oh that lamp," Jose said. "But of course, senorita. We have heard of your quest and be more than willing to help." He turned to his feather friend, who lifted up his sombrero to reveal the lamp. Not just a lamp. THE lamp. I mean, the lamp that Genie once lived in. The lamp that is now the sympbol for the movie "Aladdin."

And we were being handed it by a parrot and a rooster.

"Um thanks," Conan said, about to take the lamp.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Another familiar voice yelled. We turned and I nearly fell to ground in shock.