Author's Notes: Whew! I finally got this chapter done! Sorry it took me so long to update, I know wondering what has happened to Kairi and Disney Castle is probably killing you. Anyway, on with the show!

Disclaimer: I don't own any characters, storylines, or concepts mention in the story, just the OCs.

Chapter 28: ¡Viva la Revolución!

A few days ago…

It was the quietest prison breakout ever. Ienzo cast Sleepra on the soldiers that were guarding his cell. As the guards lay on the grimy floor passed out, the former Nobody went to work on the lock. He summoned the lexicon he used as a Nobody, the Cursed Manual, and flipped through the pages searching for the right spell. Once he found the spell, he placed his left hand over the lock and whispered the incantation. His cell door flew open and Ienzo was free again.

Ienzo dismissed his lexicon and causally walked down the prison corridor. He was amazed that he still has his Nobody powers even though he has his heart now. The orphan wondered if he should still be called by his Nobody name, Zexion. He stopped for a half a second to consider this, but then waved it off knowing that it doesn't matter; Zexion is as good as a name as Ienzo.

The former apprentice was determined to find out what was causing the strange fluxes of energy he felt some time ago. 'The energy signatures feel exactly like Lexaeus and Axel,' he thought. 'Could it be possible that Lea and Aeleus have return just like I have?' It personally stunned him that other members of Organization XIII could have returned. There was no telling what would happen if other members of the Organization start reappearing. The only way to find out if this was true was to investigate the matter himself.

He silently passed Flicker's cell and then stopped as if he was waiting for something to happen. "Are you going to stop me?" he said to the dragon, never looking at the cell, but straight ahead.

Flicker never looked up to acknowledge the escapee. The green dragon at last sighed and closed his eyes. "Do as you wish…," he said at last.

"You could come with me," Ienzo/Zexion offered. "Your inventing skills are most impressive. If things were different, there is no doubt that you could have been one of Ansem's apprentices."

"Ah, but if I had I would have been a part of Xemnas' Organization just like you were," there was a mixture of amusement and distain in the dragon's voice. "Are you leaving to help Xehanort? Are you going back to your master like a loyal lapdog?"

A small flash of anger spark within the silent scientist's eyes. If it could be help he wants nothing to do with Xehanort. And yet… He cannot deny that if Xehanort offer something advantageous to him, he might take the deal. It's his nature to be opportunistic and he silently cursed that part of him. 'I will cross that bridge when I get to it,' he thought to himself.

Using his magic, the former Nobody unlocked Flicker's cell door. The dragon looked up inquisitively at Ienzo, but the scientist continued on his way.

"Do as you wish," Ienzo called out not turning back to learn his fellow inmate's decision.

Along the way he found the storage room that contain his personal effects that Rufus Shinra confiscated from him. He put on his white lab coat and instantly felt more like himself. Once he collected all of his items he thought of all the possible area he could investigate; the place where he had lost his heart years ago seemed like a good place to start; Ansem's research lab. He stretched out his arm and opened a corridor of darkness. Ienzo quickly grew faint; it has been some time since he used the full extent of his powers. He was the weakest member of the now disbanded Organization XIII, so it wasn't a surprise when he became lightheaded. The scientist leaned against the wall for a quick reprieve and then slowly entered the portal.

KH-KH-KH

The present

Kairi was tossed into a windowless, dark cell that was in the basement of a police station on the world Disney Castle. The two dog soldiers who tossed her in there seemed satisfied with their work and locked the cell without any emotion. The keyblader sprang to her feet, summoned her keyblade, and hit the cell's door. The princess' weapon just bounced off the gate as if it was made from rubber. A magic barrier surrounding the bars of the cell shimmered in the darkness for a split second.

One of the soldiers laughed at the keyblader. It was the skinny duck soldier that had her arrested for reasons unbeknownst to her. From the waist up the duck was covered in tight-fitting grey armor, with the exception of his right arm which was bare. He wore a helmet with a red plume on top, which (to Kairi's guess) means the water fowl was an officer of some kind. The visor on his helmet was always down, so the keyblader never saw his eyes. A sheathed short sword hanged from the left side of his waist. The duck had his right hand on the pummel of his sword just in case his prisoner attempts to cause trouble.

"Hit that door all you want, human," the duck soldier spat, his voice was surprisingly gravelly. "This jail has been enchanted by some of our most powerful magicians. You have no hope of escape, not even with that keyblade of yours."

"You can't do this!" Kairi ran up to the bars and tried to shake them, but failed. Never before has she been this irritated and frustrated in her life. She did not expect this from Disney Castle; not the home of King Mickey. "When King Mickey finds out¾"

"Mickey ain't the king anymore," the duck hissed. "We don't need a king like him; one who forsakes his own people! When he comes back to this world he will be arrested and tried like the traitor he is!"

"You're the traitor!" Kairi was fighting back tears. "Do you know how many times he helped save the universe?"

"Does it look like I care, sweetheart?" the duck laughed. "Besides, we have a new king; a king that will attend to the affairs of this world and this world alone." He stepped forward as that his face so only mere centimeters away from the keyblader's with only the bars to separate them. "You know," he whispered, "if your keyblader friends Sora and Riku ever set foot in this world, the new king will kill them. As for you…well…," the duck caressed Kairi's chin. "I believe the king like his women in French maid outfits."

In a fit of rage, Kairi launched her arms forward in an attempt to grab and ring the duck's neck. However, her prey eluded her as the solider leapt backwards, out of her reach.

The duck laughed and so did his fellow soldiers. "Have fun down here, keyblader!" he called out as he and his men ascended the stairs, out of her sight.

Seconds later, she heard a door slam shut and all light in the cellblock vanished, expect for a small dying light on the far corner of the cellblock. Kairi threw her keyblade down in frustration and fell to the floor sobbing; the weapon was useless to her now. The keyblade dismissed itself after a while, sensing that it was no longer wanted. She tried to stop crying, but couldn't find the strength to. Lying on that dirty floor the redhead couldn't help but feel weak.

'Even after all I have been though, I'll still not strong enough,' she thought. Kairi knew she should have been more prepared; that she should have expected the unexpected.

She straightened herself up and wiped her eyes. Now wasn't the time for self-pity, but she couldn't think of anything else to do. 'Sora, Riku, Mickey,… everyone…. I have failed you…'

"It is so disheartening to see one of the Princesses of Heart in such a state."

Kairi gasped; she was not alone.

The voice sent a chill down her spine. She knew who it was and it frighten her. The keyblader slowly turned around and to her surprise, she saw Pete.

He was wearing the same outfit as he was when Sora last faced him. Pete was carefully holding a glass orb that had a sea of green fire within it. The flames twisted and turned until forming into the green face of a certain dark enchantress.

"Maleficent….," Kairi whispered in fear.

"So we meet again, Kairi, Princess of Heart," Maleficent's slight smile was distorted in the orb.

"What are you doing here?" she summoned her keyblade and backed all the way to the bars. "What are the both of you doing here?"

"Well isn't it obvious?" Pete huffed. "We're trapped in here just like you."

Kairi's mind did a one-eighty. For a second there, she thought that Pete and Maleficent were here to kidnapped or kill her. "You two are prisoners? Like me?"

"I'm not encased in this orb for my own amusement, child," Maleficent said sharply. "The new ruler of this world and his lackey imprisoned me in this wretched sphere!"

The keyblader groaned. 'Who was powerful enough to take over this world and imprison Maleficent?' she wondered. "Who was it?" she asked. "Who took over this world?"

Pete clicked his tongue in disgust and looked away for a moment before answering. "Mortimer and Zeke," he grunted.

Kairi blinked. "Who are they? They must be very powerful."

The cat released a quick guttural laugh. "Ha! Those two? On their own they are next to useless, but some idiot gave them the power of the keyblade! We were about to take over this world and the data worlds, but Mickey and that fool Axel stopped us. They drove us from this world. But as soon as the king and his friends left this world to check up on something, me and Maleficent returned to take over the operation. It seems that Mortimer and Zeke had the same idea. They caught us by surprise and next thing you know we end up here."

"The fools caught you by surprise," the dark enchantress insisted. "I was but a mere victim of your bumbling."

"I still don't understand," the redhead was trying to put the pieces together, but to no avail. "Who are Mortimer and Zeke? Why do they want to usurp the crown?"

Pete laughed a bit as if Kairi had told a joke, but then he saw her look of confusion. "You don't know their story at all do ya kid?" The keyblader shook her head. The large cat scratched his chin. "I suppose that makes sense… They were exiled from this world so long ago; you probably weren't even born yet."

"So they were exiled, like you were?" Kairi asked flatly.

Pete got all worked up and almost dropped the orb, but quickly caught it again in his hands. "I wasn't in exile….per se… I was merely put in holding in another dimension. It is, until ol' Maleficent busted me out."

"Just tell the girl the tale already, you fool!" Maleficent bellowed impatiently. She too wanted to hear the story. 'Such knowledge could be useful when I plot my revenge,' the enchantress slyly thought.

"Alright, alright," grumbled Pete. "There's no need to get pushy."

The big cat quickly collected himself and sat down on a rickety old bench that also served as a makeshift bed.

Pete began his told. "You see, long, long ago, before Mickey was king, the kingdom was ruled by our princess, Minnie."

Kairi was shocked beyond belief. "Minnie ruled before Mickey?"

"Yes, now don't interrupt!" Pete huffed. "You made me lose my place… Oh, now I remember! Protecting her and the kingdom were the Royal Musketeers; the precursor to the Royal Knights. I was the captain of the musketeers, Clarabelle Cow was my lieutenant; though, now I wonder why… But the important thing to remember is that Zeke was my second lieutenant.

"Now, I'm going to put it out here: I tried to become king. However, Mickey, Donald, and Goofy, the newest of the musketeers were my undoing. The details of that event are not important, but as a result Goofy replaced me as captain and Mickey fell in love in Minnie.

"But not everyone was happy about this budding romance. Mortimer, who was an earl at that time, also had his eyes on Princess Minnie. He tried every trick in the book to break up the two love birds, but they all failed and exploded in his face.

"Mickey and Minnie were growing tired of Mortimer's misconduct, so they devise a plan. At that time, the far away city of Duckburg needed a duke. The obvious choice was Scrooge McDuck, but he's richest person on this world and they didn't want to give him more power. The next candidate was Flintheart Glomgold, but that was a far worse choice. Mickey and Minnie decided to kill two birds with one stone; Mortimer was to become the Duke of Duckburg and he will be far away from the castle to disturbed the princess and Mickey.

"At first, Mortimer was ecstatic. He went from an earl to a duke; a no easy feat. But when he realized that means he would be separate from Princess Minnie he was furious; even more so when he found out that she and Mickey were engaged. So he decided to stage a coup d'état, but to do this he will need help. Mortimer enlisted Zeke's help to pull it off.

"It was on the wedding day the both of them started the coup, but in the end of the day, Mickey succeeded and he banished Mortimer and Zeke from the world. And that was the whole kit and caboodle," the large cat summed up.

Kairi thought about the story for awhile. It explained why Zeke and Mortimer wants revenge on Mickey and his friends, but it didn't explain one important detail. "How did they become keybladers?"

"Heck if I should know," huffed Pete.

'This could be trouble,' Kairi thought to herself. "Why the soldiers let this happen? And where is King Mickey anyway?"

Pete snorted and shook his head. "That pipsqueak of a king is probably with Yen Sid or something, cooking up another way to 'save the universe' or something like that. As for how Mortimer and Zeke conquer this world so easily, the answer's simple. The people are tired of Mickey wanderin' around the universe instead of attending to the affairs of this world. The people want a king that they can count on and for the past few years, the king seemed to have the fate of other worlds on his mind."

This was disturbing to Kairi. She needs to stop Mortimer before he poisons any more minds about Mickey's loyalty to this world. "I have to find a way out of here," she said determined. The redhead was scared about the upcoming battle, but it was something that she would have to face.

"And how would you accomplish this feat?" Maleficent mused. "It would be amusing to see a maiden of the purest heart fail miserably."

"Says the woman trapped in an orb," Kairi retorted hastily.

The enchantress' eyes narrow and the flames in the orb turned a bright, furious red. "Do you know who I am?" she bellowed. "I AM THE ENCHANTRESS OF THE NIGHT! MY POWER IS ALL-ENCOMPASSING AND HAS NO LIMITS! I'M¾"

"If you are so powerful then free yourself and your lackey!" the princess of heart spat. She grew tired of the dark sorceress.

Maleficent stared at Kairi with intense hatred. She didn't say a word, knowing that if she does she would only contradict herself.

Kairi collected herself and tried to calm down; after her ordeal this was no easy feat. "I hate to say this," she said after a few moments, "but I need your help. We both need each other's help." She rubbed her temples to collect her thoughts. Kairi couldn't believe that she was asking her former captor for help. "Do you have any powers left; something that will of use to us?"

The flames in the orb lessen and became green again. Maleficent turned slightly to the right as she was in deep thought. "Perhaps there is a way…," she said after a moment. "Even though our powers are useless in our certain state, there is a small chance that we may be able to contact someone. I have just enough power for you to send a message to two people. Choose wisely, princess of heart."

Kairi thought about the whole host of options that lay before her. She desperately wanted to contact Sora and Riku, but they were busying with their Mark of Mastery with Yen Sid. The obvious choice would be to contact King Mickey, but he was helping Yen Sid overseeing their friends' Mark of Mastery. There were only two people that she could call.

"Then help me sent a message to Trevor and Cynthia," Kairi requested.

"Is that a wise choice?" Maleficent asked.

"I don't want to bother the king while he's overseeing Sora and Riku's Mark of Mastery. With Trevor and Cynthia's help we will defeat Mortimer and Zeke, no problem."

"Ya know, your hesitation to ask the king only proves Mortimer's point that Mickey is more concern about the fate of other worlds than his own," Pete mused. "If you keyblader pipsqueaks manage to defeat Mortimer and Zeke; and that's a big if, then the people would say that Mickey is so conceited that he couldn't be bothered to save his own kingdom."

"I know, I know," Kairi said pacing. "I know how it will sound, but after this is over I will talk to the people and tell them why Mickey is so concern about saving the universe. What's happening out there affects them just as much as the other worlds. They must know that."

"Very well," Maleficent said concealing her true thoughts. "What do you wish to say to them?"

KH-KH-KH

Trevor was sitting in the captain's chair in the cabin of the Heart of Gold. Bonkers sat upside down in his chair reading a magazine while Miranda was at the computer console typing away. The keyblader was getting use to some peace and quiet for a change when the ship's alarm went off.

"Eddie, what's wrong?" Trevor asked the computer program.

"We're being hailed," the program answered going through streams of data. "The message is from a powerful supernatural force; it's bypassing my firewalls and security measures!"

Before anyone could do anything, an image appeared on the screen.

"…Kairi?" Trevor said with an eyebrow raised. He couldn't tell where the princess of heart was; only that it was dark and damp.

The redhead took a deep breath and began to speak.

KH-KH-KH

Like on the Heart of Gold, Cynthia's gummiship, the Dragonfly, was being held simultaneously. Cynthia, Max, and PJ stared at the screen as Kairi delivered her message.

"Trevor, Cynthia," the princess of heart began, "I'm stuck in a prison on the world Disney Castle. Something horrible has happened to the world, it was taken over by someone named Mortimer. He declared himself king and imprisoned me. Also¾" The screen started to flicker and Kairi's voice kept fading in and out before the message was cut off completely.

Max and PJ stared at each other horrified. As far as they knew, Disney Castle was the only safe haven in the universe. It seems impossible that a world as pure and virtuous as their homeworld could ever be taken over.

"Our world…," PJ began but drifted off.

"This is bad, Peej," Max said. "This is very bad."

Cynthia was already in action; flipping switches and changing the course of the ship. "Who is this Mortimer guy whose ass we have to kick?" the keyblader asked as she finished punching in the coordinates. She didn't need to be told twice to help her friends reclaim their world. 'You mess with my friends' world, you mess with me,' she thought.

"Someone who was banished before our time," Max tried to explain as he joined her. "I don't know the whole story myself, but I know he caused a lot of trouble in the past."

The keyblader grimaced for a minute. Even though she was willing to take back Disney Castle, this incident is distracting them from everyone's mission. Cynthia sighed heavily as the gummiship sped along inner-space. 'If it isn't one thing, it's another,' she thought grimly.

KH-KH-KH

Trevor, Miranda, and Bonkers wandered through the semi-empty streets of Disney Castle. They arrived on the world only moments ago after using the infinite improbability drive; much to Miranda's displeasure. Surprisingly, for the first time, nothing went wrong when they used the improbability drive, though one of the chairs in the cabin is missing.

The few inhabitants that they encounter in Disneytown looked away or avoided them completely, pretending to be busy with nonexistent work. Trevor immediately picked up that the people of this world were afraid of the new ruler and actively tried to remain low-key. They were trying to be low-key themselves. This was a rescue mission and a counterrevolution; the element of surprise is crucial.

Quickly and quietly they navigate through the town, trying to find the prison that holds Kairi. Trevor walked over to a small cat child and asked "Could you please tell me where the prison is?"

The child's eyes became as wide as dinner plates as he stared back at the keyblader. "Outworlders!" he screamed. "There are outworlders here!" All of the citizens started screaming, ran into the nearest building, and locked the door behind them. As that was happening, soldiers from every nook and cranny possible came crawling out.

"Stop outworlders!" the soldiers bellowed at the trio. "You are not welcomed here!"

As the soldiers began to surround them, Trevor and his friends fled down a narrow alley between a baker's and florist shop.

"So much for the welcoming committee," Bonkers stated as they fled.

"What the heck is going on?" Trevor yelled at his comrades. "Did Mortimer and Zeke screw things over this badly?"

"Kairi wasn't kidding when she said this world went topsy-turvy," Miranda added.

The alley led to a small playground that was gated off by a tall chain link fence. They climbed the fence trying desperately to escape the hastening soldiers. Bonkers was the first to jump over while Miranda was at the top. Trevor almost made it over, but several soldiers grabbed his leather jacket and tried to pull him down.

The keyblader struggled to free himself, but more hands grabbed him, slowing him down. He tried to reach for Miranda's hand but to no avail; Trevor was yanked from the gate and pulled down to the ground. He tried to get on his feet and fight, but the many soldiers continue to hold him down.

All hope seemed lost for the keyblader when the soldiers began to drag him away. Suddenly a voice yelled, "Meteor!" Several magic spheres descended upon the soldiers causing them to scatter and drop Trevor. The keyblader looked up and saw Cynthia, Max, and PJ on top of one of the buildings. They jumped down and had their weapons ready.

"Not bad for someone who chose the shield in the Station of Awakening, huh Trevor?" she teased.

"But I was the one who cast the spell," PJ corrected her.

"Yeah, but I was the one who ordered you to do it!" the female keyblader smirked.

"Less talking, more getting-the-hell-outta-here!" Trevor yelled. "And the only way to do that is to jump the fence!"

Cynthia nodded. "Max, see if you can buy us some time," she ordered.

The dog-teen focused all of his energy in his sword as he held it above his head. The blade of the weapon shimmered with a growing light as it gathered power. When the sword was at its brightest, Max unleashed his attack. "Sonic Wave!" he brought down his sword and released a huge energy wave upon the soldiers. The soldiers, once again, broke formation and shattered to avoid Max's attack.

Trevor, Cynthia, Max and PJ made a mad dash over the fence and landed on the soft green grass of the small playground. The six of them made a run for it. As they ran across to reach the other side of the park, Cynthia noticed something.

"There is only one entrance/exit to the park! You led us into a potential shooting gallery!"

"What are you talking about?" Trevor questioned the female keyblader.

"If the soldiers managed to block the entrance, it would be like shooting fish in a barrel for them! We would be all¾" Just then, several soldiers poured through the entrance of the playground. From behind them, the soldiers that they managed to escape from cut a huge gap in the fence and our heroes were being flanked from both sides. "¾trapped…" Cynthia said bitterly.

As all of the soldiers rushed them the six warriors form into a circle and draw out their weapons.

"This would be embarrassing," Trevor began, "If we are all were taken down right next to this jungle gym."

"The fact that we're having our last stand near a jungle gym is embarrassing enough!" Cynthia snapped back.

When Disney Castle's warriors have completely surrounded them, one of them stepped forward. It was the same duck soldier that had captured Kairi and in his hands was a dark gray metal sphere with a diameter of seven inches. The duck grabbed the top of the sphere and twisted it until he got a loud clicking sound. The orb turned red and emitted a large energy pulse that almost knocked Trevor and Cynthia off their feet.

Trevor's and Cynthia's keyblades disappeared and they stared at each other in bewilderment.

"Confused keybladers, you out-worlder scum?" the duck soldier laughed at them. He tossed the glowing sphere in the air a couple of times before continuing. "This little baby is able to neutralize your magical powers completely!"

"That is, until the battery becomes flat, then!" a dog solider with a Brummie accent called out from behind the duck.

The duck soldier fumed. "You were not supposed to tell them that!"

The dog soldier scratched the back of his head nervously. "Sorry 'bout that Captain. Just tryin' to be useful."

"If you want to be useful go jump in a lake," the duck suggested.

"Second-lieutenant Walter Fowl, what the heck are you doing? You're not the captain of the royal guard, my father is!" Max yelled at the duck. The duck soldier gave the dog-teen an irritated yet clearly disappointed look, at least as much as he could since he was wearing a visor. "Say what you will about him, but my father is the captain," Max continued. "You may be my master and the one who taught how to swordfight, but I will not allow you to take my father's place!" Everyone, except for PJ, stare at Max. They didn't know that Max had a swordfighter instructor.

The duck captain laughed a guttural laugh at the teen. "How amusing," the soldier spat. "The boy cares about his traitorous dad."

"MY FATHER IS NOT A TRAITOR!"

"Anyone who aligns himself with Mickey is a traitor!"

"You're one to talk!" Miranda added. "You're helping Mortimer and Zeke in their coup d'état! You can't be more traitorous than that!"

The duck passed the magical-canceling orb to the soldier next to him and placed his right hand on his sword. "It's a matter of perceptive, sweetheart. I don't want to do this, but orders are orders. Max, there's still hope for you; you are one of my finest squires. Join us, become a better man than your father!"

"Never!" Max gritted.

Captain Fowl gave a painful sigh. "Then you die with the rest of them!" He unsheathed his sword and faster than the eye could follow, he unsheathed a devastating energy wave attack. "Hurricane Slash!"

The attack rushed toward the six heroes with the force of a typhoon. Before the attack could hit them, Cynthia jumped in front of it and pulled out a thin metal staff which elongated itself into a pole. She spun her weapon around as the attack hit and managed to disperse it. Cynthia smiled as surveyed the faces of stunned soldiers.

"This time, I've remembered to bring my jō," she said proudly.

"GET THEM!" Captain Fowl ordered and all of the soldiers rush at our heroes.

The soldiers descended on the heroes like rabid ants at a picnic. Despite their temporary loss of their keyblade powers Trevor and Cynthia managed to fight quite effectively. Cynthia expertly pushed back enemies with her jō while Trevor fought with his bare hands. Miranda and Max had to defend Bonkers and PJ. Because of the magic-canceling sphere the two magicians were useless in battle.

Wave after wave of soldiers came pouring in and quickly overwhelm the group of six. Trevor was the first to be capture. He was tackled by three dog soldiers and handcuffed by a weasel one. Max was the second to be capture, followed by Miranda, PJ, Bonkers, and finally Cynthia. The soldiers quickly handcuffed them, got them on their feet, and marched them straight to the jailhouse.

KH-KH-KH

Kairi sat on the right corner of the bench in her jail cell; her feet were on the bench to avoid cockroaches and rats from brushing against her legs. Pete was pacing back and forth a bit holding the orb under his right armpit. It seem like forever since they last spoke and the silence between them hung awkwardly above their heads. Only Maleficent, who was still trapped within the orb, took comfort in the silence as she plotted her revenge.

After a few hours, the imprisoned three heard the door to their cellblock opened. An explosion of noise, voices, and shouts came pouring in. Kairi ran up to the bars and tried to press her face through them to see what the ruckus was all about. Several of the Royal Guard soldiers came running up to her cell and bashed their weapons against the bars.

"Back!" they yelled. "Back all of you! Don't you dare try anything funny!"

Kairi and Pete quickly scooted to the back wall to avoid being hit by the weapons. One of the guards came up, unlocked the cell, and flung the door wide open. Then a horde of soldiers came pouring in tossing Trevor, Cynthia, Miranda, Bonkers, Max, and PJ on the floor, one by one. The soldiers shuffled quickly out of the cell and the guard locked the door behind them.

"You sons of a¾" Trevor got to his feet and yelled. He summoned his keyblade and tried to unlock the door, but the prison's magic prevented it.

"You keybladers are a thickheaded bunch," Walter chuckled as he strolled in. The duck soldier delighted in his victory, and watched his prisoners squirm behind bars. "Last chance, Max," he warned the dog-teen. "I'd really hate to see my best student behind bars."

"Bite me!" Max spat.

For a brief moment, Captain Fowl looked hurt, but the duck quickly regain his composure and shrugged off his squire's comment. "Suit yourself," the captain said as he and his soldiers exited the cellblock.

When the cellblock door was closed shut, Pete snorted. "So much for our rescue party," he grimly lamented.

"D-d-dad?" PJ stuttered, eyes wide open. "Is it really you?"

Pete was also surprised; he never thought he would see his only son in here. "PJ, my boy…" he began, but didn't know what to say. "What are you doing running around with a keyblader?"

"You're one to talk. What are you doing running around with a dark sorceress?" Max stick up for his best friend. "Where is the old windbag anyway? Did she finally gain some common sense and deserted you?"

Pete held up the orb containing Maleficent and everyone in the cramped cell gasped.

"What were you saying, you insufferable child?" the dark witch cast an evil eye on the dog-teen.

Kairi sat back down on the bench and nervously played with her hair. "Two people called Mortimer and Zeke did that to her," she began. "They also managed to get the entire world's loyalty. Pete and Maleficent also said that they somehow were able to become keybladers; I don't know how that happened. By the time I got here it was too late…"

Trevor punched the nearest wall and silently cursed under his breathe. "I brought this to this world." All eyes fell on him. "Awhile back ago, me, Miranda, and Bonkers encountered Mortimer and Zeke. They wanted to go home and wouldn't stop bugging us. So, I opened a portal sending them home."

"Are you crazy?" Max yelled. "You let them out of exile? How could you do that?"

"I didn't know, okay?" Trevor defended himself. "I didn't know that they would do all of this."

"And on top of that, you gave them the power of the keyblade?" Max continued on.

"That was not me!" Trevor yelled. "I don't know who gave them that power, but it wasn't me!"

"Trevor, are you sure?" Kairi asked. Even though she was disappointed in Trevor, she wasn't mad, but wanted to get to the bottom of the mystery. "Maybe it happened by accident. That happened to me once when I was fighting someone named Robin Hood¾"

"I think I would know if I passed someone the power! I'm not as careless as you!" Trevor yelled sharply causing Kairi to recoil a bit. He turned around and sighed, regretting what he just said. "I'm sorry I yelled at you Kairi; really, I am. I'm just really pissed off about the situation." He sank down to his feet, closed his eyes, and banged his head against the wall. "If a Heartless, Nobody, or Bleak doesn't kill me, the stress will," he said grimly.

"If it truly takes another keyblader to make someone else a keyblader," Bonkers wondered out loud. "And Mortimer and Zeke are bad guys. Then the only people who are willing to give them keyblades are dark keybladers. And the only two dark keybladers we know are Zackary and Derrick."

Trevor opened his eyes and stared at the bobcat. "That…that was actually brilliant detective work." The keyblader was surprised since Bonkers wasn't known for his rationality.

"Of course!" Miranda pounded her fist in her hand. "It has to be one of those two."

"Whoa, whoa! Back the truck up!" Cynthia was trying to make sense of Bonkers' hypothesis. "We all know who Zackary is, but who's Derrick? Is there another keyblader running around the universe that we don't know about?"

Before Trevor could answer, the cellblock door opened and a figure descended down the stairs. Everyone held their breath as the lone entity approached their cell. The figure was a soldier; a horse donned in full armor. The soldier went up to the bars and snorted to himself. "Well, doesn't this beat all?" the horse said in a slow, but friendly drawl. "I have never seen so many people cramped up like sardines in one cell before."

"Maybe you should come in and join us," Trevor spat, "so you can get a more holistic experience."

"And maybe we can throw you a blanket party," Cynthia added.

The horse soldier lifted up his visor and smiled brightly. "Guys, it's me!" he whispered.

"Horace!" Max and PJ rushed over to the bars to greet their old friend. "We're glad to see you!" Max said. "What happened here? Why did the people let this coup happen?"

The horse looked down sadly. "The truth is, I don't know. Out of the blue, Mortimer and Zeke appeared and started givin' speeches about how the world is in bad shape because King Mickey has abandoned his royal duties. The people drank it up as if they forgotten everything that the king has done for them. Next thing ya know, Mortimer crowned himself king with the people and Royal Guard's support; made me mad enough to spit."

"That's troubling…," Miranda rubbed her temples. "If Mortimer and Zeke has both the people and the military's support then it would be hard to remove them from power."

"Which means we have to dethrone Mortimer and convince the people to take back Mickey as their king," Cynthia added. "But how are we going to do that?"

"Lucky for y'all, you're looking at the founder and leader of the counterrevolution," Horace Horsecollar said proudly. "That why I'm here, to burst you guys out. … Well, actually, I came to burst Kairi out, I didn't know that y'all will be on this world, let alone get arrested."

"That's great Horace," Pete pushed Max and PJ out of the way. "How are you going to get us outta here?"

"Ain't no one bursting you out, Pete," Horace narrowed his eyes. "You and Maleficent and sit here until the jail rots for all I care."

"Ya can't just leave me here!" Pete whined. "If you do, I make sure that Mortimer catches wind of your little counterrevolution."

Everyone stared at Pete aghast. PJ looked at his father filled with disappointment. "Dad, you can't do that! Think about the fate of this world…of everybody!"

"PJ, my boy, you never get anything you want in life thinking about other people," the teen's father laughed.

Cynthia stared daggers at Pete. "How can the father of a son so sweet, be so selfish?"

"Maybe we should beat him up and make our getaway," suggested Trevor.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Pete warned them.

"Why should we bring you along?" Miranda questioned with her arms folded. "You and Maleficent could betray us in the end."

"Well sister, you guys have a couple of options," Pete began. "You can leave me and Maleficent here and we tattle on you. You can beat me up to keep my mouth shut, but the noise from the scuffle will alert the guards upstairs that something is wrong and they'll be force to see what's the matter. Or finally, you can make us honorary members of your band of misfits and maybe we will all have a chance at escaping."

"I advise you to weigh your choices swiftly," Maleficent added. "With each passing moment, I sure that the guards upstairs are wondering what the horse is doing down there with the prisoners."

The whole cell fell silent as everyone weighed their choices. "Do you two promise to behave?" Cynthia asked breaking the silence.

"What choice do you have?" Pete asked smugly.

Trevor got up and pointed his keyblade at Pete and Maleficent. "If you two even look at us the wrong way, we will kick you into next week."

"Perish the thought," Maleficent said coolly. "We desire our freedom just as much as you."

"Here, everyone put these shackles on," Horace tossed the prisoners the metal constrains before unlocking the door. The horse then marched the inmates out of the cell, up the stairs, and out of the cellblock.

When they all reached the front office, the dog soldier in charge looked at the prisoners questionably and then at Horace. "Where are you taking them?" the soldier asked with one eyebrow raised. "They are wanted for conspiracy, treason, resisting arrest, and crimes against the crown. They should never see the light of day."

"His majesty, King Mortimer, wishes to see them all at once," Horace replied. "He wishes to question them himself."

The dog soldier stood up at his desk and cast a doubtful glance at the horse. "I have received no such orders!" he barked. "Who are you, soldier and what's your unit number?"

Horace marched over to the dog soldier until they are mere centimeters apart. "I am here because of the king's orders," Horace began. "In case you haven't notice, we are in the middle of a regime change, so it's no surprise you fail to receive any orders. As far as giving my name and unit, it is I who should be asking you that, so when I go back to see King Mortimer I can tell him who refused to follow his orders. Is that what you what me to do?"

The dog soldier looked down sheepishly for a moment before backing away. "… Well, there is no reason to get all irritable about it." He pushed a button on his desk unlocking the front door. "Well go on," he said. "Don't keep the king waiting. Oh, and could you put in a good word for me. Tell the king that Officer Randy Bonemeyer is an extremely loyal soldier. I want to move up the ladder, if you know what I mean."

Horace nodded and marched the prisoners outside.

Outside was a black police van with the back of the vehicle being opened by a duck with a plume haircut on his head. The duck looked shocked when he saw Horace come out with a parade of prisoners. "Our mission was to liberate Kairi, not the whole jail!" the duck said to the horse in a loud whisper.

"Relax, Fenton. A few extra allies won't hurt the cause," Horace said as he loaded everyone in the paddy wagon.

"I just hope that they all can fit in there," Fenton worried. "Oh, Horace, why all of them? Blathering Blather¾" The duck put his hand over his mouth and tried to calm himself down. "Calm down, Fenton. Don't use that phase, there is no need for Gizmoduck at the moment," he said silently to himself. "I'm sure that Horace has everything under control."

Once the last prisoner was loaded in, Horace shut the back doors of the van shut. "We're all set," he said to Fenton. "Time to go to the hideout." Horace got in the driver's seat while Fenton rode shotgun. The horse quickly started up the car and sped down the twisted streets.

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In the back of the paddy wagon, the nine prisoners silently wondering where the horse was taking them. It has been over an hour and it was getting hot in the cramp space. The shackles itch and tore into their ankles and wrists; all of them will be glad when they could stop wearing them.

The van slow to a halt and all of them could hear the engine cut off. The back doors opened a few seconds later with Horace and Fenton unlocking everyone's shackles.

"Did we really need to wear them the whole trip," Miranda questioned the horse as she rubbed her sore wrists.

"Just for appearances," Horace explained. "Suppose if we got pulled over?"

"Even still," Trevor said getting out of the van, "it wasn't a cakewalk."

As they all stepped out of the paddy wagon, they saw the counterrevolutionists' secret hideout; Pete recognized it immediately.

"Hey, this is my old rec room," the large cat said staring at the giant pinball machine that covered one the walls. "How did you guys find out about this place?" he demanded. "This room is supposed to be a secret!"

"Pete, everyone knows about your rec room," Horace said flatly. "Everyone expect for Mortimer and Zeke, which make it the perfect hiding place."

"Oh good, you all are here," said a voice with a Scottish accent. Everyone turned around and saw an elderly duck wearing a blue coat and a top hat walking up to them with several other people. "Horace, we send you to rescue Kairi, not the entire prison!"

"That's what I said!" Fenton added, but nobody paid him any attention.

"It's complicated," Horace rubbed his temples. "But you have to admit that having three keybladers on our side is a lot better than one, don't ya agree?"

"Aye," the old duck nodded reluctantly. "But the real question is what sort of keyblader are they?"

"Oh yes," Horace clapped his hands together. "Introductions, I almost forgot about that." He turned to Fenton, "You guys have met¾"

"Fenton Crackshell, at your service," the duck bowed.

"Right," Horace continued. "And this duck over here is¾"

"Scrooge McDuck, richest duck in this world or any other," Scrooge introduced himself.

"Yes, yes he is," Horace said a bit miffed that he was interrupted twice. "Now for the others. Over there we have¾"

"Darkwing, Launchpad!" Trevor, Miranda, and Bonkers interrupted. "What are you two doing here? Aren't you guys supposed to be in St. Canard?" Trevor asked.

"Well, you know me," Darkwing Duck began looking pleased with himself. "Always willing to lend a hand."

Launchpad snatched his head in confusion. "But DW, you said you're only helping my world because you want to outdo Gizmoduck."

Darkwing quickly put his hand over the muscular duck's beak to make him stop talking. "Launchpad, you and your crazy ideas," the superhero laughed nervously. "A superhero never tries to outdo another. Even though we all know that I can beat that arrogant bucket of bolts any day of the week!"

"But it's not a contest, Darkwing," Fenton shifted his weight a bit. "Besides, I'm sure, … well I heard through the grapevine, that Gizmoduck see you as a friend and a trusted colleague."

"Some friend," Darkwing sniffed. "His homeworld is in turmoil and he doesn't show up to save it!"

"I'm pretty sure he knows about it and is working on a plan," Fenton looked away nervously.

"Wait, Launchpad, you're from this world?" Miranda asked trying to get the whole picture. "I thought you're from St. Canard."

"Well, I'm actually from here; Duckburg to be more precise," Launchpad said proudly. "In fact, I used to work for Scrooge as his personal pilot!"

"Aye, but ya kept crashing my planes," Scrooge fumed. "They don't grow on trees, ya know!"

"But how did you did you get to St. Canard in the first place?" Bonkers questioned.

The muscular pilot laughed sheepishly. "Well… I was testing one of Scrooge's gummiship prototypes and I crash landed there."

"Typical," the rich duck sniffed.

"Anyway," Horace said trying to get everyone back on track. "Next up we have¾"

"Mom!" PJ yelled and ran toward a dog woman wearing a pink sweater and tight white pants.

"PJ, sweetie!" the woman embraced her son. "Me and Pistol missed you so much honey!"

A small girl with two ponytails and a yellow skirt ran up and tackled PJ, talking to him nonstop about whatever that popped into her mind.

PJ's mother then turned to Pete and pointed an accusing finger at him. "YOU!" she said in an extremely ticked-off tone.

"Peg honey!" Pete gulped nervously. "Imagine seeing you here, with the counterrevolution."

"You left me to raise two kids by myself so you can go gallivanting with that…that witch!" Peg yelled at her husband as she rolled up her sleeves and stomped toward him.

With each step Peg took, Pete backed up fearfully. "Gallivanting? Who's gallivanting? I'm not gallivanting, nobody here is gallivanting! I was just hench-ing for Maleficent; platonically."

"Oh, I will hench you all right!" Peg shook her fist at Pete before charging at him.

Pete let out a girlish scream and tossed Trevor the orb Maleficent was trapped in before running away. Peg gave chase while Pete tried to convince her that he is only a henchman.

After watching the madness for a few moments, Pistol shrugged then turned to the audience and said, "Parents; go figure."

"It's nice to see mom and dad getting along again," PJ beamed.

Cynthia gave PJ a look of disbelief. "What kind of family dynamic¾?"

"Moving on," Horace coughed as he gestured for a cow to come over. "Here we have the lovely, Clar¾"

"Clarabelle," Max said as he walked over to the cow. "Have you heard any news from my dad?"

"No Max, honey, I haven't," Clarabelle Cow said sadly. "But word on the street is that he, Donald, and King Mickey were in a top secret project that involved Jiminy's Journal."

Horace slapped his face and sighed. "Well, I guess that's everyone."

"What about us?" said a small voice.

"Huh?" Horace looked down and saw two mice and a green fly wearing a red sweater buzzing around. "Oh yes, you three." The horse carefully picked up the two mice and placed them on his shoulder. "I almost forgot. These three are¾"

"Gadget," the blonde female mouse wearing goggles and a purple jumpsuit introduce herself.

"And I'm Monterey Jack," said the stout mouse with an Australian accent. "And this is me pal, Zipper," he said referencing to the fly.

"Great," Cynthia clapped her hands together. "Now that we all have been introduced, Horace, maybe you can tell us what your plan is."

"Well, step one is to rescue Kairi from the big house," Horace explained.

"Yeah, go on," Cynthia urged.

The horse looked down and scratched the back of his head, completely embarrassed. "Well… Ya see… We haven't thought of step two." Everyone sighed and slapped their head. "We just figured that all we need is a keyblader," Horace defended himself. "You keybladers always seem to win in the end."

"It's not enough to have a keyblader or some other power player on your team. In the end of the day strategy is what wins battles," Cynthia explained. "You need to know your own weakness and strengths, but more importantly your opponent's weakness and strengths. If you are going to defeat Mortimer and Zeke, we need to know what they are like. Trevor, you met them before. Can you tell us anything?"

"I only met them once and it wasn't even for a full ten minutes," the keyblader admitted. "I'm sorry but I can't tell you anything about them."

"Zeke is more of an 'all-in' kind of guy," Pete said as stepped back into the group covered in bandages from the beating his wife gave him. "He is also relentless. Even if he fails and break every single bone in his body he will still keep on going. Now Mortimer, you don't have to worry too much about. He relies on his wits to get what he wants. He's not much of a fighter."

Cynthia took everything that Pete said in account. "What you have said maybe true, but there is still an unknown variable; now that they are keybladers what kind of powers and abilities they have now?"

"Why should that matter?" Trevor shrugged as he passed Maleficent's orb back to Pete. "The only difference now is that they have keyblades for weapons and access to magic."

"Surely Trevor, you have noticed that all keybladers have different abilities, strengths and weakness," Cynthia sighed. "For example: I can't use magic, but I can 'rewrite' someone else's spell. Kairi doesn't have much attack power, but excels at healing and supportive magic. And you have your speed and magic abilities, but suck in the defense department."

"I have no problem with defense!" Trevor folded his arms and defended himself. The next thing he knew, Cynthia summoned her keyblade. Before he could react, Cynthia thrust her weapon at Trevor sending him flying to the nearest wall. "Okay… So maybe I do need to work on my defense… But there was no need to get so physical about it."

"That's what you get for calling me stupid for choosing the shield at the Station of Awakening," Cynthia huffed.

"I never called you stupid," Trevor defended himself. "All I said that it was unusual for someone to choose the shield over the sword or wand."

"It not what you said, it's what you implied."

"Feuding with each other ain't going to help us beat Mortimer," Horace said stopping the two keybladers' argument. "There are a small number of us, but maybe we can storm the castle," he suggested. "Maybe some of the Royal Guard are still loyal to Mickey and will help us along the way."

"No, that's a very bad plan," Cynthia intersected. "A direct frontal assault almost never works and when the plan's success depends on an unknown variable you know the plan is horrible." The female keyblader paced a bit racking her brain for a solution. "The most feasible solution is for us to sneak into castle and take Mortimer and Zeke by surprise. Separately, if possible."

"There's a secret entrance leading to the cellar of the castle; it's in the sewer," Scrooge offered. "My company helped the true king put it in five odd years ago, so Mortimer and Zeke won't know about it."

"That's good!" Cynthia congratulated the old duck as she put the final pieces of her plan together. "Are there any secret passage ways in the castle itself?" she asked the group of animals. "Hidden rooms that we can use to navigate through the castle quietly undetected?"

"I don't know if there is lass, sorry," Scrooge McDuck apologized.

"Actually, there is," Max stepped up. Me and PJ lived in the castle for quite some time and when we go exploring we stumble across a couple of them. Most of them are just hidden hallways though and all of them are on the second floor."

"Blast, that means when we are on the first floor we'll be in the open until we get to the second floor," Cynthia pounded her fist.

"Assuming, of course, that Mortimer and Zeke are not on the first floor," Miranda added.

Cynthia nodded in agreement. "Max, PJ, I want you to get several pieces of paper and draw me some blueprints of the castle; including the hidden passages. Put everything down on the blueprints; where the guards might be station, where the throne room is, the royal bedchamber, everything down to the finest detail. I don't care how insignificant a detail might be; write it down, including the location of every potted plant and doily."

Max and PJ nodded and ran off to get the supplies.

"Wow. You're thinkin' of things we haven't thought of," Horace complimented Cynthia.

"It's a gift and don't thank me just yet," she responded. "Even though my plan is better than yours the probability for success is minimal. We don't even have intel on our targets movements or powers. We are practically fighting in the dark."

"Then perhaps I can be of service." Everyone turned and glance at the orb. Maleficent flashed a wicked smile at them like a hungry cat. "You need someone of enormous power, besides the keybladers, when you enter the castle. Free me and I may provide you with some assistance."

"No way," Cynthia said. "There's no way I'm going to let some dark sorceress run amuck. I don't care how desperate I am!"

"Oh, so do you know what kind of powers Mortimer and Zeke have? Have you fought them before? I have," Maleficent chuckled. "I can fill the void on the small piece of information you need…. But you will have to set me free first."

"Like hell," Cynthia crossed her arms.

Trevor sighed. "I hated to say it, but maybe Maleficent is right."

Everyone gawked at the keyblader, especially Cynthia. "Do you have any idea what you are saying?" she asked. "Have you forgotten what Leon and the others told us about her and how many lives she had ruined?"

"War and espionage tend to make strange bedfellows," Trevor replied. "We need her power and knowledge."

"Even if we want it, we have no way of freeing her!" Cynthia retorted.

"All you have to do is rewrite the magic of this orb." Cynthia stared at the dark sorceress who continued. "I overheard that that is your power, noble key bearer. If you use your powers then I shall be free."

Trevor pulled Cynthia aside and talked in a hush tone. "I think I know a way to control her."

"There's no way to control her, you know that!" Cynthia whispered back.

"I'm going to make a deal with her. One bounded by magic. I will make sure that one of the conditions is that she can't hurt us."

"Are you insane? Do you have any idea what you are suggesting?"

"I made a deal with a witch once, I can do it again."

"The only difference is, is that Yuko wasn't evil!"

Trevor put his hand on Cynthia's shoulder. "Trust me. You have to trust me. If the deal goes bad then I will make sure that everything, all of the consequences, will fall on me." Cynthia didn't say anything, just shook her head and looked away; Trevor took this as an okay.

"Maleficent," Trevor said as he walked over to Pete holding the orb. "We will free you for a price."

"Oh?" the sorceress sounded amused. "What is thy price?"

"You will tell us about Mortimer and Zeke's powers, you can't harm any of us, and you will help us take back the kingdom."

Maleficent thought about this for a short while. "That price, I afraid, is too steep key bearer," she began. "You of all people should know that a fair price is nothing to be trifle with. I can see that you have the mark of Yuko on you." Trevor shivered a little despite himself.

"Nevertheless," Maleficent continued. "I can cancel out your conditions with conditions of my own. For freeing me I will help you win back the kingdom in any way possible as long as the castle stands. For your other demands….if I can't do any harm to any of you, you all must pledge that you can't do any harm to me."

"Done," Trevor said quickly. Miranda grabbed his shoulder, but he took it off. "I know what I'm doing."

"As for providing you information," the sorceress continued, "my price for that is… unique."

"Name it," Trevor said.

"When you leave this world, the next castle you set foot in shall be mine for the taking. And you will have to help me claim that castle. Do we have a deal on all terms?" A hand made of green flames appeared before Trevor, open and ready for a handshake.

"Think about what you're doing, Trevor," Cynthia warned. "Don't be so impulsive!"

Trevor grasped the hand of flame and shook it, as if he didn't hear Cynthia at all.

"I'm glad that we have reached an agreement," Maleficent smiled. "Now release me!" Despite her own volition, Cynthia's body moved on its own. Against her will she place her right hand on the orb and felt energy leaving her body. The orb cracked then shattered into a million pieces. A large column of green fire appeared and the evil witch stepped out of it. "I'm free once again!" she yelled in dark jubilation.

"We kept our end of the deal, time for you to keep yours," Trevor said flatly.

Maleficent started daggers at the keyblader. "Very well, as you wish. The wolf's power mainly lies in his keyblade. He's able to create shockwaves and energy waves with his weapon. When I was battling with him, at first, I thought he was extremely fast. Only as the battle wore on I realized that he has the ability to manipulate time almost indefinitely. Most of my spells were useless against his armor."

"So Zeke is a keyblader with high defense and attack power; plus he has the abilities of a time mage. Not good," Cynthia paced around the room. "What about Mortimer?"

"Ah yes, the mouse," Maleficent grimaced. "At first glance there is nothing special about him, but he is diverse in many spells and incantations. However, his ability to drain his opponent's life energy is his most effective art."

"So heavily-duty magic user that can cast Sap and probably Drain and Osmosis," Cynthia rationalized. "Not the hardest of enemies, but still a pain to take down."

"I should warn you about the third entity," Maleficent said.

"Third entity? What third entity?" Miranda questioned.

"A woman with immense power," Maleficent spoke. "Hair jet black as ebony, skin white as bleach dry bone, and she has the most curious symbol on her forehead."

Trevor, Bonkers, Kairi, and Miranda gasped. "A Bleak!"

"Is that what you call such a creature?" the witch asked. "If that entity hadn't gotten involved I could have overpower the wolf and mouse. However, the woman's power rivals my own and she put me in that accursed orb. That… Bleak as you called it, seem to work for the two usurpers and obey their every command."

"Even more good news," Cynthia spat sarcastically.

"We got the blueprints ready," Max said as he and PJ walked back into the room. Both of them froze when they saw that Maleficent was free.

"It's okay," Cynthia soothed them, but was uncomfortable with the situation herself. "She'll be working with us. Give me the blueprints." The two teens gave her the makeshift blueprints of the castle and she studied them quickly and carefully. "Okay…," she said after some time. "The problem is not as bad as I thought, but moving through the castle will still be a crapshoot. But perhaps there's a way to avoid this needless running around." She turned to face Maleficent. "Remember you'll have to help us reclaim the kingdom," she reminded her.

"As long as the castle stands I shall aid you," the dark enchantress gave a slight bow.

"Then teleport us in the castle," Cynthia demanded. "Preferably where Mortimer is hiding."

"That I cannot do," Maleficent turned.

"And why not?" Cynthia demanded.

"Maleficent, we had a deal," Trevor remind her.

"You do not need to remind me," Maleficent hissed. "I am simply unable to perform the task you desire. An invisible barrier surrounding the castle prevents me from opening a portal there. The power behind this barrier is not magic, but something entirely different. I suspect that Bleak is the one behind it. Unless I know the source of her power I cannot work my way around it."

"How convenient for you," Cynthia sniffed.

"You don't believe me, young one?" the dark sorceress questioned as she raised her staff. "Then let me show you!" She brought her staff down and entire group was surrounded by a giant circle of flames. Everybody started to levitate as the flames grew brighter and hotter. Then everyone froze in the air and was slammed down to the ground; including Maleficent. The dark fairy got up and dusted herself off. "Hopefully now you see all is as I told you."

"Fine, we believe you," Cynthia said as she got up. "I guess we have to do things the old fashion way."

Several hours later, after Cynthia finished putting her plan together, everyone in the counterrevolution (expect for Pistol, Gadget, Monterey, and Zipper, who all of them stayed behind) was wading through the sewers trying to get into the castle undetected. Anyone who didn't have a weapon before was given a blaster to use. Scrooge McDuck led the party, while Trevor covered the rear. All of them were tense about the upcoming battle.

"The entrance to the castle's cellar should be around here," Scrooge said as he patted down a slime covered wall. After a few seconds he found the hidden switch and the wall opened up.

"Okay everybody, let's move in," Cynthia ordered. As they all marched into the basement, the strategist keyblader decides to prep them one last time. "We will go in as two teams; one led by Max, the other by PJ since they know the castle layout the best. Stick together and avoid the areas I pointed out to you and¾"

Suddenly, the ground started shaking. The group was knocked to the ground as everything around them fell down to ground.

"An earthquake?" Kairi yelled.

Just then, several cracks appeared above the cellar's ceiling and rays of sunshine started pouring through.

"Oh my god," Cynthia gasped. "They didn't."

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A few minutes earlier, in the throne room, Mortimer was admiring himself in a hand mirror. "Looking good, Mortimer ol' pal," he said to himself. "But was there any doubt?" He was wearing an overly decorated white military uniform and a red velvet cape with white-spotted fur around the top. The crown that sat upon his head was overly complicated and was too big the fit his head properly. His whole outfit screamed that he was trying to look more important than he really was.

The huge doors to the throne room swung wide open and Zeke came in dragging Queen Minnie behind him. The wolf was clad in red battle armor. The armor itself didn't look bulky or massive, but looking at it one can tell that it greatly protects the wearer from almost any attack.

The queen didn't take her role as captive passively; she struggled and fought to be free. Unfortunately for her, Zeke had an iron grip.

"Let go of me!" Minnie yelled. "This is no way to treat your queen!"

"Minnie, ha-cha-cha," Mortimer said as he got up from the throne. "Have you come to your senses and decide to marry me?"

"Never!" the queen said defiantly. "I will never marry you! Mickey is the true king of this kingdom and you can never replace him!"

"She has been like this all morning," Zeke sighed. "It's beginning to annoy me. Can we toss her in the dungeon and be done with her?"

"Tossing her in the dungeon, are you out of your mind?" Mortimer smirked as he strolled over toward the queen. "No wonder why you don't have a girlfriend. It's no way to woo a lady."

Before Mortimer can do or say anything else, Walter Fowl came rushing in the room. "The prisoners have escaped, my lord, including the captured keybladers!" the duck captain kneeled before the mouse. "But it's worst than that, we have reviewed the security footage and found that Horace Horsecollar, the leader of the rebellion, is the mastermind behind the escape."

"What?" the mouse yelled as his crown began to slip off his head, but he caught it before it had a chance to fall off. "That horse is always sticking his nose in places where it doesn't belong!"

"Well, he used to be a detective," Zeke added.

"Good!" Minnie said satisfied. "Now that the keybladers have joined the counterrevolution, you will be dethroned, Mortimer. I hope this little insurrection was worth it, because when we get through will you, your previous exile would look like a tropical vacation!"

Mortimer summoned his keyblade and pointed it at the queen. "How quickly you forget, my dear, that I'm a keyblader also!" The tall mouse's keyblade was made of shiny brass with the teeth of the blade in shape of a hook. The guard of the weapon was similar to the Kingdom Key, but was smaller and oval in shape with four red gems encrusted within it. The token of the keyblade was a small empty glass vile that was attach to the weapon by a simple link chain. The name of the keyblade was Scrounger's Desire.

"We don't have time for this petty arguing," Walter persisted. "You and Zeke will have to be escorted out of the palace at once! No doubt that our enemies are planning an attack."

Mortimer dismissed his keyblade and scoffed at the idea. "We have no need to run," he chuckled. "Let the fools come. We can squash them once and for all. Don't you agree, Zeke?"

"Yes, but let's make it difficult for them," the wolf said flatly. "Let's test their resolve. Hey, doll face!" he called out. "Come 'ere!"

A Bleak then strolled in the throne room. Her long hair was raven-black like all Bleaks, and her suit was so dark a green that it almost looked black. She had a certain air about her that one can only receive when they work in law enforcement. As she walked her right hand was on her holster, ready to fire her gun if needed. "Don't call me doll face again, else I will have a new wolf's pelt to wear," she warned Zeke.

"Our enemies are coming to get us," Mortimer said, but didn't look concerned. "What do you suggest we do, Agent Dunham?"

"The obvious choice will be to destroy them," the Bleak began, "but why waste precious time and energy trying to do that when you can scare them into surrendering."

"And how are we going to do that?" Zeke huffed.

"By showing them an amazing feat. One that they would deem impossible."

Mortimer was intrigued by this idea. "What do you have in mind?"

The Bleak flashed a smile for a split second. "Just you wait and see."

KH-KH-KH

On top of a rooftop in Disneytown, Robert and Nerela was sitting watching the castle through their binoculars. Every once in a while, Robert would jot down some notes on his yellow notepad before returning to his binoculars.

"I'm. So. Bored," Nerela complained. "We have a number of sleeper cells in this world, right? Can't we activate them and get this over with?"

"We're here to cause a distraction on this world, not take it over," Robert sighed. "That's why we gave Mortimer and Zeke the power of the keyblade, so they can cause as much chaos in this world as possible."

"Yeah, I remember those two losers," the blonde huffed. "Apparently they can't do anything right, because we have been here for over three days AND NOTHING HAS HAPPENED YET!"

"Mortimer declared himself king, that happened." The tall rat put away his notepad and stood up. He pulled out a small device with a screen and studied it closely. "Strange….," he said as he continued to look at the device. "According to my scanner, one of those Bleak things is in the castle."

Right on cue the ground began to shake violently. Robert and Nerela braced themselves as they witness something that they couldn't explain.

"The castle, it's….it's….," Nerela couldn't finished.

"Floating away…," Robert finished for her.

Sure enough, the castle was floating higher and higher in the sky. Soon, it eclipsed the sun casting a shadow throughout the entire city.

Robert looked down on the street and saw hundreds of soldiers and policemen rushing to the site were the castle once stood.

"That's our cue," the rat said as he gathered his things.

"Finally!" Nerela got up and crack her knuckles. "I swear if I had waited a minute longer I was going to kill somebody!"

KH-KH-KH

"It's flying….," Miranda said in disbelief as she and the others stared up in the sky. "The castle is actually flying away! How is that possible?"

"It doesn't matter how it's possible, what matters is that our plan is ruined!" Cynthia stomped her foot on the ground. They now stood in a cellar with no roof; debris was scattered everywhere. She knew that soldiers from the city will come to the area to see what has happened. "Dammit, they must have seen us coming," she cursed under her breath. "Our element of surprise may be gone, but we still have to go up there and finish our job. Maleficent, I know you said you can't teleport us there, but you have to try. … Maleficent?"

Maleficent was walking away as if she didn't hear the keyblader. She stopped long enough to say, "Hmm? Were you talking to me, my dear?"

"Why are you running away," Cynthia demanded to know. "We have a deal; you are supposed to help us!"

"The arrangement of the deal was that I was to aid you as long as the castle stands. But it is not standing now, is it? It's floating away!" The dark witch then gave a long and wicked laugh.

"You tricked us!" Trevor yelled. "You knew that this was going to happen!"

"I knew nothing of the sort," Maleficent sniffed. "Though, I did have a feeling."

Trevor tried to summon his keyblade, but couldn't. It was like the time he was at Atlantis.

"Having trouble summoning your weapon, keyblader?" the witch taunted. "In case if you have forgotten, the deal we made prevents you from hurting me; remember?" Trevor looked away. "As you all know by now, a fair price is nothing to the trifle with," Maleficent laughed. "I am looking forward to what kind of castle you will help me conquer, Trevor. Pete, come! We have other business to attend to!" She opened a portal of green flames stroll on through.

"Don't you dare go in that portal, Pete!" Peg yelled as she pointed her blaster at her husband.

"I have to, babe!" Pete slowly inched away from her. "I owe her ever since she freed me from that other dimension!"

"Pete, I'm warning you!" she cocked her blaster.

"Sorry honey, but I have to go. PJ, take care of your mother!" then Pete bolted toward the portal and jumped in.

"Darn it! He's gone again," Peg lowered her gun. Then a smirk appeared on her face. "God, I love that man!"

"Your family's messed up," Max whispered to PJ.

"Dammit! I can't believe I was tricked like that!" Trevor pounded the floor with his fist.

"I can," Cynthia said. "You don't think Trevor, you're too impulsive. You just made a deal with the devil and it was all for nothing! Maybe your brother was right."

"What did you say?"

"When we first met, your brother told me that the real reason why your father didn't pass you the Power was because your heart was too aimless and quick to judgment. Maybe you should never have gotten the keyblade in the first place."

"You take that back!" Miranda and Horace had to separate the two keybladers before it got violent.

"Stop you two!" the blonde cop ordered. "Fighting amongst ourselves is not going to help us! We still need to figure out a way to reach the castle."

"I don't think that will be a problem," Darkwing Duck said pointing up in the sky.

A makeshift helicopter appeared and hovered in the air above them. A rope ladder dropped from the aircraft and Gadget's voice boomed over the vehicle's loud speakers.

"What are you waiting for?" the blonde mouse asked. "Get in!"

KH-KH-KH

Light Yagami strutted through Naraku's castle with one thing on his mind. 'I'm tired of waiting. This has to end today!'

By the time Ryuk caught up with him, he already pulled out his Death Note.

"What are you doing there, Light," the shinigami questioned. "Following one of Naraku's orders?"

"No Ryuk," Light sniffed as he clicked his pen. "Not anymore. I'm tired of following that demon's orders. He's useless to me now; I can achieve my goal without him."

"So what are you going to do?"

Light smile and wrote a name in the Death Note. "Today is the day that Naraku dies!"

Next Chapter: Everything Hits the Fan

Miranda's Log Updated!

Walter Fowl (OC): Kingdom Hearts III: Beyond the Kingdom

Pete: Steamboat Willie(1928)

Maleficent: Sleeping Beauty(1959)

Horace Horsecollar: The Plowboy(1929)

Fenton Crackshell: Ducktales(1987)

Scrooge McDuck: Scrooge McDuck and Money(1967)

Peg: Goof Troop(1992)

Pistol: Goof Troop(1992)

Clarabelle Cow: Plane Crazy(1928)

Gadget: Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers(1988)

Monterey Jack: Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers(1988)

Zipper: Chip 'n Dale's Rescue Rangers(1988)

Agent Olivia Dunham: Fringe(2008)