Hey! Roxy Goth here. Thank you to Average Everyday Sane Psycho, tonofthebalence, Thristen +kokomo for reviewing.

See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's crack on.

AAAAARRRRRGGGGGHHHHH! O.M.G - THE BEST NIGHT EVER! What a thrill! What a mystery! What a perfect night! I mean, considering it thought it was going to be the most boring thing since Fethry took me to see the 'Museum Of Rubber Bands' [WHY?] It actually ended up pretty good! And now I've got to try and write it when there's, like, a couple of pages left - so, where to start?

I suppose I should mention the FUSS Daisy and Minnie made when they realised I didn't have any clothes suitable for a theatre outing. "Did you not even bring, like, one dress?" Daisy asked, as she [literally] rummaged through my wardrobe.

"Funnily enough, Daisy, no." I told her. "Seeing as I thought we were going to be in the middle of an adventure and not Stalls A, Row C and everything."

"You could have brought a skirt at least." Daisy said, as if I hadn't spoken.

I scrunched my beak up. Minnie saw this and - misunderstanding - said. "You could wear some leggings under it if you don't want to show off your legs?"

I held my hands up. "Can we not talk about the state of my legs, please? I haven't got any fancy clothes, so what? I can borrow one of Donnie's suits."

Just to clarify that wasn't a serious suggestion, I said it to see the look on the girl's faces and BOY was it worth it! I honestly thought Minnie was going to faint, it was hilarious.

"We can find you a dress." Daisy said, in a way that pretty much meant I didn't have a choice.

So two hours [Yes - TWO HOURS] later the four of us walked downstairs to present ourselves to the boys. Minnie stopped me at the top of the stairs and went: "One moment, Dells." And fiddled with my hair so it looked 'presentable.' "Relax, I do this for a living." Minnie said, as I grimaced while she nearly skewered my eye. I mean, that's all I need. A robotic eye to go with my robotic leg.

Anyway, that's not the point. The point is we eventually made it to the theatre after getting past Cabrera who was outside. To be fair I almost didn't recognise her at first. She was dressed like a grounds-person there with a rake in her hand casually scraping some leaves together. It wasn't until she tipped her hat at us and said. "Have a nice time, Madam." that I realised it was her and I did a double-take. I was going to say something but Clarabelle grabbed my arm and said, in the sort of tone you might speak to a elementary school student in.

"Don't pay any attention to the grounds person, Della. They work better when they're not being stared at." And then winked at me, which - to be fair - I think she regretted straight away because she patted me awkwardly on the arm, dropped said arm and strode confidently towards Horace's BMW. [Which even I could tell was old.]

Myself and Donald ended up riding with Daisy. That was fun. In a fit of sisterly-compassion I decided to ride in the back so Donald and Daisy [who clearly were into each other] to ride up front. They spent the ENTIRE ride there singing along to the radio. And [and obviously I wouldn't SAY this to him] the thing about Donald's voice is it isn't exactly TUNEFULL. 20 minutes we were in that car. 20 minutes.

I was about ready to crack open the bubbly by the time we made it to the actual theatre. We were seeing a version of 'Alice In Wonderland.' I have read the book, actually - much to everyone's surprise - so I thought I knew what to expect. But I forgot about the idea of scenery and what this theatre troupe had decided to do was basically make...what's it called? The backdrop? Basically what they'd done is when they got to the 'wonderland' part they had strips of mirrors sewn into the curtains which I'm assuming is a reference to the fact Alice went through a mirror?

We were sitting in the PERFECT position for myself to be seen in one of these strips of mirrors. And I tried to ignore her but I couldn't. Then I looked at her properly. She looked slightly better than the last time I saw her. Not as lost. But there seemed to be something in her eyes. Something that didn't ring true. Maybe it was the ridiculous outfit she was wearing [she does NOT look good in a dress] or the fact she seemed to be looking right at me. Trying to pick apart my soul-

Okay, maybe that was a bit dramatic. But I zoned out for ages, just looking at her. And it was OBVIOUS as well. I was sitting in-between Minnie and Donald and Minnie noticed something was up, but we were in the middle of a performance and she didn't want to whisper across to Donald, so she tried to kick him discreetly. Missed and hit the chair in front instead. Thankfully Minnie is much to much of a lady to actually swear, so she just squeaked instead. She had to wait 'till the interval then draw Donald's attention to it. I was brought back to reality by him waving his hand in front of my face and repeating my name. So yeah. Not fun.

So I wasn't exactly in the best frame of mind afterwards. And then things got EVEN better. So we're sitting on some seats, talking, and Horace and Clarabelle go off to get us some drinks. And we end up sat there for quite a while. Just at the point when Mickey was considering launching a search party, Clarabelle comes hurrying towards us looking frantic. "Minnie!" She wails, attracting the attention of everyone within a two-mile radius. "Oh Minnie, it's terrible!"

"Clarabelle, what's wrong?" Minnie asked.

"It's Horace! I can't find him anywhere." To cut a long rambling short, it turned out that while they were getting the drinks Horace had gone to the bathroom and hadn't come back. Clarabelle's first thought was that he'd fainted and she manage to convince a passing [male] stranger to go into the bathrooms to have a look for him. He wasn't there. To put it simply Horace Horsecollar had disappeared.