Chapter 6: Mr. Pinky, Movie Star
By Jessie
Lets start off this chapter by just sort of explaining feelings. Well, kind of feelings, see, there are times when I'm at school before school and I over hear the school band. However, I don't realize it, I listen, and all of a sudden it sounds like I'm in a movie and the band music is, well, the soundtrack to my life. Which is a sort of sad, I mean, who wants the soundtrack to the movie of their life to be a high school marching band?
However, that is besides the point, Ron suddenly had this feeling that he was in a movie, because it was like music filled the air, even if it wasn't actually playing. One of those things that make you want to start singing, even if you can't sing. Heck, even if you don't know all the words!
There is really only one place on Earth that really makes you want to sing off key and not care, and that would be Hollywood, California. Home of the movies, the stars, directors, studios, everything you could wish for if you want to be in the movies.
"Hooray for HOLLLYYYWOOOD, something, something, HOLLYWOOO- muph!" Luckily Marilyn covered Ron's mouth before he made a fool of himself. Then again, no one would have heard him either way; he just looked really stupid singing and jumping from benches to the sidewalk and swinging on the lamppost.
"Ok, you're going to stop that, right now," Marilyn held Ron by the collar of his shirt as soon as she had let go of his mouth, he grinned nervously, and felt terrified all at once, she really looked like Shego right now, she took a deep beath, "Repeat after me, you are not Gene Kelly."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not Gene Kelly, it's just, you can't hold it back here! You gotta jump up and sing something or you'll feel lame," Ron had stars in his eyes, Marilyn and Remus rolled their eyes. One could only wonder if Ron even knew who Gene Kelly is, knowing kids and their no appreciation for old movie culture. I'm sure if I were to say the names Rock Hudson and Doris Day, a good percentage of the people reading would think I'm talking about ice cream flavors. Whoa, sorry there, getting off topic, back to the actual point of the story.
Ron fallowed Marilyn and Remus, Marilyn was the first to speak after that, "We're heading over to MouseHead Studios."
"How come?" Ron drooled as he gazed at all the tourist traps.
"Rufus," Remus reminded him.
Ron shook his head, this Hollywood thing was getting to his head. He wondered what on Earth Rufus was doing in Hollywood, so, he asked, "Why is Rufus in Hollywood? Does he like belong to a person who moved to Hollywood, or is he," Ron stopped, thinking for a moment, what if Rufus was owned by the movie star. How on Earth could Ron compete with that? No way could Rufus be happier with Ron if he lived in Hollywood with a movie star.
"Rufus doesn't exactly live with a movie star, Ron," Marilyn spoke; Ron gave a shocked expression, could they read his mind? Well, then again they are angels, if they couldn't read his mind, that'd just be well, pathetic. If you can float, what stops you from reading people's minds, for all we know, they could alter his every thought! What if they were aliens trying to take over the planet by reading Ron's mind?!
"Ron, you're thinking too much," Marilyn said, almost dully.
"Dude, get out of my head!" Ron's hands flew on top of his head, as if it would protect his mind from being read. Stupid, sweet, and cute, Ron is an interesting combination.
"Sorry, we can't resist," Remus smiled.
Ron glared the rest of the walk there, no way letting his guard down, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around his head, you know, blocking off those mind reading rays, even though that didn't really help much, it made him feel better.
Finally reaching MooseHead Studios, one of the most famoose, (sorry, had to say it) famous movie studios in the world. If you wanted to be a big actor, you had to star in a movie made by MooseHead. Where do you think all the biggest actors got their first hits that made them famous? Certainly not Disney, Dreamworks, or Warner Brothers. MooseHead, despite it's goofy name, was the big deal in Hollywood.
Note to everyone reading this, MooseHead studios is an imaginary, non- real studio, so next time you're in Hollywood, don't go looking for it, and don't ask anyone if any certain movies were distributed by MooseHead studios, cause people will give you weird looks and probably try to hurt you.
Ron, Marilyn, and Remus walked right past the studio guards with obvious ease, and Ron took advantage of every second of that. He walked back and made faces in front of the guard, even calling it names, and all that fun stuff, laughing about how fun this was, then wondering, could possibly Ron poke the guy? If he slapped the guard on the arm, would he feel it and freak out that there was a ghost? Oh what fun that would be! Freaking people out is always such fun.
Waving his arm, he whacked it against the guard's arm, but instead his arm went strait through, Ron screamed with shock.
Turning around Marilyn and Remus sighed in relief, worried something had happened to Ron, Marilyn walked up to him, "You don't exist Ron, you aren't really here, therefore, you can go right through people, just like you went through the door and all that stuff."
Ron's eyebrow raised, still waving his arm in and out of the guard's head, as the guard had a totally bored face, "Then how was I able to trip over Remus before? Or hold on to the lamppost and all that stuff?" Ron's head was buzzing, too much thinking.
"Well," Remus shrugged, "since we all can see each other, we're solid to one another, and you don't thinking about going through all those other things as much as going through the doors, gates, walls, and all that stuff. It's rather illogical, but it's all based on the thought process or something."
Ron nodded, "Ok, just trying to get passed some plot holes," Ron smiled as Marilyn rolled her eyes.
"Come on or we'll miss it," Marilyn waved her arm for them to fallow, and they fallowed.
The studio wasn't the most amazing thing in the world, at first, at least. It looked merely like a boring town with a bunch of tall buildings that said "Soundstage" with a number each. However, the more Ron looked, the more he was flabbergasted, even if he didn't know what that meant. Movie stars stood everywhere, all practicing lines, having lunch, chatting with fellow cast and crew, they looked like they were having a good time. Only a few places had snobby people yelling for a glass of grape-mango juice with three ice cubes, and maybe one person was threatening to quit and then storming off to their trailer, complaining at how small it is, when it was rather big compared to some of the others.
Typical Hollywood, isn't it?
Ron rubbed the back of his neck, this all felt almost as intimidating as the door. Here were all these big hot shots, making something of themselves, a good portion of them were his age, some younger, some a little older, but mostly movie stars were young, at least ones who were in the high part of their carrier. If they were older, they probably had a long time of experience when they were kids before becoming a major old person movie star.
Suddenly he had another flashback in his head, the first time he saw a PG movie with Kim.
"Kim! We're only seven years old, we need parental guidance! They don't take all that time deciding to rate the movies for people to just ignore them! Kim! You aren't listening to me!" The little Ron whined, he had never gone to a PG rated movie, and was one to always feel like the rules needed to be enforced, and they were enforced for his own good. Someone watched Nick Jr. a little too much, but luckily Ron eventually grew out of that stage of being terrified of bending the rules, perhaps he grew out of it a little too well.
"Oh come on Ron! It's no big, I mean a lot of really good movies are above the G rating, you just have to experience more," Kim smiled sweetly.
"But what if it's too scary or someone dies?" Ron shuddered, "You know I faint at the sight of blood!"
However Kim was able to handle such a wimpy friend all these years, we may never know.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Ron, The Lion King was rated G!"
Ron thought about this for a moment, "Good point," Pauses to think a second longer and then starts pouring tears from his eyes, "WHY MUFASA?! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO TAKE HIM?!"
Kim pat Ron on the back, handing him a tissue to dry his eyes, "It's ok Ron," Kim winced as he continued to cry, truth was, although Kim knew a lot of boys cried when Mufasa died, however, Kim had watched that movie with Ron at least twenty times, and he still cried a river.
Ron put his right hand over his heart, "As long as Snowman Hank continues to air every Christmas, then Mufasa will live on, in our hearts!"
Slapping her forehead, Kim eventually dragged Ron up to the ticket person, bought the tickets, handed it to the other ticket person, and they were in their seats, Ron was shivering in fear.
"Kim, what if there are nude people in this movie?! KIM I'm not ready for that!" Ron started bawling again.
Good chance Kim was thinking at that point of bringing duck tape and zipping Ron's mouth up, "Ron, you have the old version of the meaning of PG in your head. A long time ago they didn't have PG-13 movies, so there could possibly have been a tiny bit of nudity in PG films without making them R. These days there is pretty much no such thing as nudity or any bad things in a G or PG movie."
Anyone else thing Kim's way too knowledgeable for a seven year old?
"Well what good movie has nudity in it?!" Ron said with a huff, imagine how long it took for Kim to get Ron to see a PG-13 movie. Well, not as long to see a PG movie, but pretty close.
"Let's see, Sixteen Candles, Romeo & Juliet, should I go on?" Kim smiled.
Ron raised an eyebrow, "You are way too smart for a seven year old."
Kim shrugged, "We all have the right to be out of character once in a while. By the way, you sound way too scared to be a seven year old."
Ron grunted, then mocked in a high pitched Kim-like voice, "We all have the right to be out of character once in a while," then in his normal voice, "I don't even know what that means."
"Neither do I, Ron," Kim smiled.
The lights dimmed, and the two sat back to watch, instantly Ron screamed and covered his eyes.
"Ron, it's a singing hot dog," Kim said almost dully.
One Hour and Twenty Minutes Later
".. and I love the part where she's all 'I know you are, but what am I' and he was all 'You are such a baby' and then I love when they threw the cake and it hit his head and he was like 'where am I' and then the part where .. Kim, why are you banging your head against the wall?" Ron blinked and took a deep breath from his non-stop talking.
"Yeah, I'm ok," Kim said lowly, Ron was going to talk about this for a long time, she just knew it.
"Here we are," Marilyn brought him back to reality again.
Ron sighed, he wish he could have seen the rest of that memory, he remembered later on he commented that a girl in the movie was cute, and for a moment Kim had been jealous. However, that memory didn't end in a kiss like the others, it ended in a hug, and Ron having to tell Kim she was pretty before she would speak to him again.
Ron looked up and saw a trailer that said "Mr. Pinky".
"Who's Mr. Pinky?" Ron turned his head in confusion, then shook his head, "What am I asking, I mean, what kind of NAME is Mr. Pinky?"
"Well Ron, you named Rufus," Remus started, hoping Ron would catch on.
"Yeah, duh, so are you saying because I'm not here, Rufus named himself?"
Marilyn grumbled, "No stupid," She paused and noticed Ron's slightly offended face, "Sorry, I mean, no, see, this is the story. Well, the day after you were suppose to buy Rufus, a talent scout discovered him at Smarty Mart, bought Rufus, named Mr. Pinky, brought him to Hollywood, bing, bang, boom, Mr. Pinky is the biggest animal star in all of the movie universe."
Ron blinked, "What's with the bing, bang, boom?"
"Umm, just ignore that," At this point, Marilyn didn't see much of a reason to explain, "Come on."
They walked through the trailer and saw a makeup artist putting makeup on Rufus, er, Mr. Pinky.
"How are you doing Mr. Pinky?" She asked.
Rufus sighed, "Sad."
"Aww, why's that little guy?" She fluffed some more stuff on his face.
"Hollywood not for me," Rufus frowned, a tear came from his eye, and the makeup artist whipped it off.
"Don't cry dear, you'll mess the foundation up," She said, adding some more on, "So why isn't Hollywood for you? You've been at it for over a couple of years and the whole world loves you."
"Want friend," Rufus tried to explain, "Want to live in pocket of pants."
Ron looked to Marilyn and Remus, "You mean, Rufus doesn't want to live in Hollywood? He'd rather live with someone like me and in my pocket rather than be a Hollywood star?"
"Looks like it," Marilyn smiled.
Ron looked at Rufus again and smiled, "So, now I know how Rufus is without me, who is next?"
Marilyn looked at Remus who thought for a moment, Remus finally said, "I know, lets see Monique, and while we're at it, Drakken and Shego."
"Good idea," Marilyn nodded.
"How could they be different? I mean, is it something drastic like Drakken and Shego are now nice people?"
Marilyn and Remus laughed, "Yeah right!"
Ron gave a strange look, "Then how?"
"You'll see," Marilyn nodded, and with another snap, they were back in Middleton.
After all Ron had seen, he wasn't gonna believe what was different, at least with Monique. But you'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out what's going on.
To Be Continued.
Lets start off this chapter by just sort of explaining feelings. Well, kind of feelings, see, there are times when I'm at school before school and I over hear the school band. However, I don't realize it, I listen, and all of a sudden it sounds like I'm in a movie and the band music is, well, the soundtrack to my life. Which is a sort of sad, I mean, who wants the soundtrack to the movie of their life to be a high school marching band?
However, that is besides the point, Ron suddenly had this feeling that he was in a movie, because it was like music filled the air, even if it wasn't actually playing. One of those things that make you want to start singing, even if you can't sing. Heck, even if you don't know all the words!
There is really only one place on Earth that really makes you want to sing off key and not care, and that would be Hollywood, California. Home of the movies, the stars, directors, studios, everything you could wish for if you want to be in the movies.
"Hooray for HOLLLYYYWOOOD, something, something, HOLLYWOOO- muph!" Luckily Marilyn covered Ron's mouth before he made a fool of himself. Then again, no one would have heard him either way; he just looked really stupid singing and jumping from benches to the sidewalk and swinging on the lamppost.
"Ok, you're going to stop that, right now," Marilyn held Ron by the collar of his shirt as soon as she had let go of his mouth, he grinned nervously, and felt terrified all at once, she really looked like Shego right now, she took a deep beath, "Repeat after me, you are not Gene Kelly."
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm not Gene Kelly, it's just, you can't hold it back here! You gotta jump up and sing something or you'll feel lame," Ron had stars in his eyes, Marilyn and Remus rolled their eyes. One could only wonder if Ron even knew who Gene Kelly is, knowing kids and their no appreciation for old movie culture. I'm sure if I were to say the names Rock Hudson and Doris Day, a good percentage of the people reading would think I'm talking about ice cream flavors. Whoa, sorry there, getting off topic, back to the actual point of the story.
Ron fallowed Marilyn and Remus, Marilyn was the first to speak after that, "We're heading over to MouseHead Studios."
"How come?" Ron drooled as he gazed at all the tourist traps.
"Rufus," Remus reminded him.
Ron shook his head, this Hollywood thing was getting to his head. He wondered what on Earth Rufus was doing in Hollywood, so, he asked, "Why is Rufus in Hollywood? Does he like belong to a person who moved to Hollywood, or is he," Ron stopped, thinking for a moment, what if Rufus was owned by the movie star. How on Earth could Ron compete with that? No way could Rufus be happier with Ron if he lived in Hollywood with a movie star.
"Rufus doesn't exactly live with a movie star, Ron," Marilyn spoke; Ron gave a shocked expression, could they read his mind? Well, then again they are angels, if they couldn't read his mind, that'd just be well, pathetic. If you can float, what stops you from reading people's minds, for all we know, they could alter his every thought! What if they were aliens trying to take over the planet by reading Ron's mind?!
"Ron, you're thinking too much," Marilyn said, almost dully.
"Dude, get out of my head!" Ron's hands flew on top of his head, as if it would protect his mind from being read. Stupid, sweet, and cute, Ron is an interesting combination.
"Sorry, we can't resist," Remus smiled.
Ron glared the rest of the walk there, no way letting his guard down, keeping his arms tightly wrapped around his head, you know, blocking off those mind reading rays, even though that didn't really help much, it made him feel better.
Finally reaching MooseHead Studios, one of the most famoose, (sorry, had to say it) famous movie studios in the world. If you wanted to be a big actor, you had to star in a movie made by MooseHead. Where do you think all the biggest actors got their first hits that made them famous? Certainly not Disney, Dreamworks, or Warner Brothers. MooseHead, despite it's goofy name, was the big deal in Hollywood.
Note to everyone reading this, MooseHead studios is an imaginary, non- real studio, so next time you're in Hollywood, don't go looking for it, and don't ask anyone if any certain movies were distributed by MooseHead studios, cause people will give you weird looks and probably try to hurt you.
Ron, Marilyn, and Remus walked right past the studio guards with obvious ease, and Ron took advantage of every second of that. He walked back and made faces in front of the guard, even calling it names, and all that fun stuff, laughing about how fun this was, then wondering, could possibly Ron poke the guy? If he slapped the guard on the arm, would he feel it and freak out that there was a ghost? Oh what fun that would be! Freaking people out is always such fun.
Waving his arm, he whacked it against the guard's arm, but instead his arm went strait through, Ron screamed with shock.
Turning around Marilyn and Remus sighed in relief, worried something had happened to Ron, Marilyn walked up to him, "You don't exist Ron, you aren't really here, therefore, you can go right through people, just like you went through the door and all that stuff."
Ron's eyebrow raised, still waving his arm in and out of the guard's head, as the guard had a totally bored face, "Then how was I able to trip over Remus before? Or hold on to the lamppost and all that stuff?" Ron's head was buzzing, too much thinking.
"Well," Remus shrugged, "since we all can see each other, we're solid to one another, and you don't thinking about going through all those other things as much as going through the doors, gates, walls, and all that stuff. It's rather illogical, but it's all based on the thought process or something."
Ron nodded, "Ok, just trying to get passed some plot holes," Ron smiled as Marilyn rolled her eyes.
"Come on or we'll miss it," Marilyn waved her arm for them to fallow, and they fallowed.
The studio wasn't the most amazing thing in the world, at first, at least. It looked merely like a boring town with a bunch of tall buildings that said "Soundstage" with a number each. However, the more Ron looked, the more he was flabbergasted, even if he didn't know what that meant. Movie stars stood everywhere, all practicing lines, having lunch, chatting with fellow cast and crew, they looked like they were having a good time. Only a few places had snobby people yelling for a glass of grape-mango juice with three ice cubes, and maybe one person was threatening to quit and then storming off to their trailer, complaining at how small it is, when it was rather big compared to some of the others.
Typical Hollywood, isn't it?
Ron rubbed the back of his neck, this all felt almost as intimidating as the door. Here were all these big hot shots, making something of themselves, a good portion of them were his age, some younger, some a little older, but mostly movie stars were young, at least ones who were in the high part of their carrier. If they were older, they probably had a long time of experience when they were kids before becoming a major old person movie star.
Suddenly he had another flashback in his head, the first time he saw a PG movie with Kim.
"Kim! We're only seven years old, we need parental guidance! They don't take all that time deciding to rate the movies for people to just ignore them! Kim! You aren't listening to me!" The little Ron whined, he had never gone to a PG rated movie, and was one to always feel like the rules needed to be enforced, and they were enforced for his own good. Someone watched Nick Jr. a little too much, but luckily Ron eventually grew out of that stage of being terrified of bending the rules, perhaps he grew out of it a little too well.
"Oh come on Ron! It's no big, I mean a lot of really good movies are above the G rating, you just have to experience more," Kim smiled sweetly.
"But what if it's too scary or someone dies?" Ron shuddered, "You know I faint at the sight of blood!"
However Kim was able to handle such a wimpy friend all these years, we may never know.
Kim rolled her eyes, "Ron, The Lion King was rated G!"
Ron thought about this for a moment, "Good point," Pauses to think a second longer and then starts pouring tears from his eyes, "WHY MUFASA?! WHY DID THEY HAVE TO TAKE HIM?!"
Kim pat Ron on the back, handing him a tissue to dry his eyes, "It's ok Ron," Kim winced as he continued to cry, truth was, although Kim knew a lot of boys cried when Mufasa died, however, Kim had watched that movie with Ron at least twenty times, and he still cried a river.
Ron put his right hand over his heart, "As long as Snowman Hank continues to air every Christmas, then Mufasa will live on, in our hearts!"
Slapping her forehead, Kim eventually dragged Ron up to the ticket person, bought the tickets, handed it to the other ticket person, and they were in their seats, Ron was shivering in fear.
"Kim, what if there are nude people in this movie?! KIM I'm not ready for that!" Ron started bawling again.
Good chance Kim was thinking at that point of bringing duck tape and zipping Ron's mouth up, "Ron, you have the old version of the meaning of PG in your head. A long time ago they didn't have PG-13 movies, so there could possibly have been a tiny bit of nudity in PG films without making them R. These days there is pretty much no such thing as nudity or any bad things in a G or PG movie."
Anyone else thing Kim's way too knowledgeable for a seven year old?
"Well what good movie has nudity in it?!" Ron said with a huff, imagine how long it took for Kim to get Ron to see a PG-13 movie. Well, not as long to see a PG movie, but pretty close.
"Let's see, Sixteen Candles, Romeo & Juliet, should I go on?" Kim smiled.
Ron raised an eyebrow, "You are way too smart for a seven year old."
Kim shrugged, "We all have the right to be out of character once in a while. By the way, you sound way too scared to be a seven year old."
Ron grunted, then mocked in a high pitched Kim-like voice, "We all have the right to be out of character once in a while," then in his normal voice, "I don't even know what that means."
"Neither do I, Ron," Kim smiled.
The lights dimmed, and the two sat back to watch, instantly Ron screamed and covered his eyes.
"Ron, it's a singing hot dog," Kim said almost dully.
One Hour and Twenty Minutes Later
".. and I love the part where she's all 'I know you are, but what am I' and he was all 'You are such a baby' and then I love when they threw the cake and it hit his head and he was like 'where am I' and then the part where .. Kim, why are you banging your head against the wall?" Ron blinked and took a deep breath from his non-stop talking.
"Yeah, I'm ok," Kim said lowly, Ron was going to talk about this for a long time, she just knew it.
"Here we are," Marilyn brought him back to reality again.
Ron sighed, he wish he could have seen the rest of that memory, he remembered later on he commented that a girl in the movie was cute, and for a moment Kim had been jealous. However, that memory didn't end in a kiss like the others, it ended in a hug, and Ron having to tell Kim she was pretty before she would speak to him again.
Ron looked up and saw a trailer that said "Mr. Pinky".
"Who's Mr. Pinky?" Ron turned his head in confusion, then shook his head, "What am I asking, I mean, what kind of NAME is Mr. Pinky?"
"Well Ron, you named Rufus," Remus started, hoping Ron would catch on.
"Yeah, duh, so are you saying because I'm not here, Rufus named himself?"
Marilyn grumbled, "No stupid," She paused and noticed Ron's slightly offended face, "Sorry, I mean, no, see, this is the story. Well, the day after you were suppose to buy Rufus, a talent scout discovered him at Smarty Mart, bought Rufus, named Mr. Pinky, brought him to Hollywood, bing, bang, boom, Mr. Pinky is the biggest animal star in all of the movie universe."
Ron blinked, "What's with the bing, bang, boom?"
"Umm, just ignore that," At this point, Marilyn didn't see much of a reason to explain, "Come on."
They walked through the trailer and saw a makeup artist putting makeup on Rufus, er, Mr. Pinky.
"How are you doing Mr. Pinky?" She asked.
Rufus sighed, "Sad."
"Aww, why's that little guy?" She fluffed some more stuff on his face.
"Hollywood not for me," Rufus frowned, a tear came from his eye, and the makeup artist whipped it off.
"Don't cry dear, you'll mess the foundation up," She said, adding some more on, "So why isn't Hollywood for you? You've been at it for over a couple of years and the whole world loves you."
"Want friend," Rufus tried to explain, "Want to live in pocket of pants."
Ron looked to Marilyn and Remus, "You mean, Rufus doesn't want to live in Hollywood? He'd rather live with someone like me and in my pocket rather than be a Hollywood star?"
"Looks like it," Marilyn smiled.
Ron looked at Rufus again and smiled, "So, now I know how Rufus is without me, who is next?"
Marilyn looked at Remus who thought for a moment, Remus finally said, "I know, lets see Monique, and while we're at it, Drakken and Shego."
"Good idea," Marilyn nodded.
"How could they be different? I mean, is it something drastic like Drakken and Shego are now nice people?"
Marilyn and Remus laughed, "Yeah right!"
Ron gave a strange look, "Then how?"
"You'll see," Marilyn nodded, and with another snap, they were back in Middleton.
After all Ron had seen, he wasn't gonna believe what was different, at least with Monique. But you'll have to wait for the next chapter to find out what's going on.
To Be Continued.
