Happy 4th of July! In celebration of our nation's independence, I have decided to update (what that has to do with independence Day, I have no clue. However, I did listen to cool (somewhat) Independence Day-themed songs (("'Merican" by Descendents, "Star-Spangled Banner" by Jimi Hendrix, etc.)) so I guess that still makes me patriotic). Please enjoy!

Phantom Blot did not come alone. By his side were a group of dog-faced men wearing uniform red sweatshirts, green hats, blue pants, brown shoes, and black eye masks. Each wore a prisoner tag with different numbers and mean grins. They carried weapons of all kinds: swords, clubs, etc.

"I hope you don't mind that I brought the Beagle Boys to help me out," Phantom Blot spoke. "I just wanted to make sure that no funny business goes down."

"Are you here to collect the items?" Conan asked, rather bravely I must admit.

"If by items, you mean you, then yes," Phantom Blot answered. "If by items, you mean the items in your bag...well, you'll settle that later."

"With whom?" Conan questioned.

Although we could not see it, Phantom Blot appeared to be smiling. "Follow me."

We had no other choice. With Jess between Conan and AJ and Rocky holding my hand (be still my heart), we followed Phantom Blot while the Beagle Boys followed behind us.

The moon had become our only light as Phantom Blot led us through from one empty park to the next. Stepping into the Magic Kingdom, we were led to King Arthur's Carousel. At first I was confused why we were led to such a random ride until Phantom Blot pressed the eye of on the horses. A secret door opened on the floor of the ride. One of the Beagle Boys pushed me in the back, pressing me to move forward. I couldn't help but smile when Rocky gave the Beagle Boy a dirty look.

Following Phantom Blot, we walked through the secret door and down a flight of cobblestone stairs. The stairs were not long, for after I reached the fifth step, I could see the room down below me. In the middle of the room was a long wooden table, with six chairs seated around the table. A beautiful chandelier hanged on the tall ceiling, lighting up the whole room. Although the room seemed plain now, I knew if it was well-decorated, it would seem grand.

Seated at the head of the table was a man. Nothing special about him. Just a man. He was a handsome man, I suppose, for someone in his mid-thirties. He had curls of auburn hair and glittering green eyes. I would have been dazzled by his eyes had they not seem to be filled with so much evil in them.

"Ah, I've been expecting you all," he said. "All of you please, but I request that Jess sit at the other end of me."

Everything in my body told me that this was wrong and whatever was going to happen was not going to be pretty. But, like I said before, I had no choice.

All of took a seat and, just as the man said, Jess sat at the other end of the table.

"Are you the one who kidnapped Minnie Mouse?" AJ demanded. The man merely smiled.

"She is quite safe, my dear, do not worry about her. You have much more things to worry about than her life."

"Did you send those villains to stop us?" Conan asked.

The man frowned. "Of course not. I have nothing to do with those foolish Disney characters, save for Phantom Blot and the Beagle Boys here."

"Then why did you ask us to find those items?" I asked.

The man shook his head. "I was told at first that detectives were searching for these items. Was I surprised to find that they were only children whose names just happened to be consistent with suspense literature."

He gazed at us in an evil manner. "So, Agatha Christie, Arthur Conan Doyle, and Irene Jane James, did you collect the items?"

I picked up my bag and dumped the items onto the table. Reluctantly I threw the hat down with it.

"Here are your precious items. Now give us Minnie and promise us that you will do no harm to our worlds."

The man tsked. "Not until I see to it that you actually brought the items I requested." He looked over at his minions. "Beagle Boys, set it up."

This was when the scene became awkward. The items were now being placed at different parts of the room. The golden cup and the stop sign were placed in front of Jess. The dinosaur egg was cracked open and what seemed like a recently homemade omelet was dropped from the shell onto the stop sign. Bruce's incisor was used to cut open the Zultan battery, but instead of an omelet like the egg, a strange orange juice was poured out of the battery and into the lamp. The lamp was then shaken by one of the Beagle Boys and poured into the cup. The man placed the hat on his head, much to my dismay.

"Ah now the scene is set," he said. Now I was really confused. All that I saw was that Jess was being made breakfast from the items we collected.

"I don't understand," she admitted. The man pouted.

"Something's missing...ah, yes, the guitar and bat."

Rocky leapt to his feet. "This has gone far enough. What are you doing? What is going on? Who are you anyway?"

"Well, Child, I'm trying to get Jess to remember," The man said.

"Remember what?" Rocky yelled.

"Her identity."

I was little confused. To me it seemed Jess had no identity. She/He consistently changed into different people, her/his personality always changing.

"She used to have one," the man continued. "I should know. I'm her brother-in-law."

"Brother-in law?" Jess asked.

The man smiled. "You must remember Jess. It's me, Quinn. You married my brother."