Disclaimer:
Since this's the epilogue, we don't need to set the disclaimer once again. All we wish for you is that you've enjoyed yourself reading the novelization as well as I do while writing this. In the future, we might forget about this movie and the wonderful characters who taught us about a lot of things. We might not forget - or refuse to forget them because they aid you to look inside yourself and see the characters within.
It does teach me a thing. No matter how hard or how long the journey will be, the rewards will be great at the end.
Remember Dory's song of 'Keep Swimming'?
Well, I advise you: keep dreaming.
Epilogue: Love Ya
Sure, everyday, the sun dawned, giving off its rays to dance on the waters, just like any other day. Everyday, the fishes woke to the sun and became alive, swimming and working and eating with contentment. Just like any other day. This day was nothing special.
If you recall, it was Nemo who woke up first and shook his father awake for school the other day. Usually, he did that, becoming his routine.
Well, even parents like to have their way of waking their children.
"Time for school!" Marlin laughed when he saw his son still sleeping on the anemone bed. He was always shaken awake from Nemo's excitement, but now it was his turn. He tickled Nemo awake, grinning. "Come on, let's go!"
Marlin, Nemo, and Dory had arrived to the reef safely after a week, to the surprised welcome of the dwelling fishes. They already knew about Marlin's unique adventures and had grown to admire him. They were amazed that the timid Clownfish from the orange anemone, the one who would never leave its safety, was now cheerful, laid-back, and completely changed. Marlin made friends very easily, like his son, learning to enjoy simple things and admire the beauty.
Nemo was also changed, but not as much, because he was already changed from the minute he was taken away. He seemed wiser than any of the youngsters he associated with, more aware of things around. Still, he didn't lose his innocence from the experiences. He was still the same Nemo, only more mature.
Even the fishes accepted the forgetful Dory right away. Her memory had grown a bit better than before, and she was just learning to remember everybody's name. Well, she could forget from time to time, but the fishes were kind and understanding. Kids loved her very much. She would love to play with them anytime and even the fishes admired her positive outlook on life. Dory finally had a home and a family.
You want to know about the rest?
Squirt has joined Nemo's school as an exchange student. Righteous, dude!
Bruce, Chum, and Anchor were definitely the oddest friends a fish could have, but the fishes already appreciated them and welcomed them into the reef. It wasn't always that easy to accept a ferocious shark, let alone three, but it was a good start.
Dory has even joined the Fish Eaters Anonymous Club! Talk about support.
Bob, Bill, and Ted still called Marlin Marty. Perhaps it was because of the 'Pony Boy' nickname Bob was so rudely received. But we know that Marlin only meant it to be friendly. Right?
And that's how the story went. A journey of a father searching the entire ocean to find his son. A journey of love. A journey of courage. A journey of faith.
Worlds went on within worlds. Lives began from other lives. The currents moved on.
Come over to the Great Barrier Reef, where dreams are born and rainbows are painted upon scales. Listen to the ocean whispering to the sky about the stories that keep Life going on. If you would be quiet and still, when the ocean is gently billowing, maybe, just maybe you would hear a voice whispering 'Love ya, Dad.'
And maybe, you might hear another voice responding, too. 'I love you, too, son.'
A truly happy ending.
Never the End. :)
As the movie is dedicated to Glenn McQueen, I dedicate this novelization to you, all the Finding Nemo fans. Why? Because I can. :)
But wait . . . This story may be ended, but there's another story waited to be told.
In Sydney . . .
Back in the Dentist's room, where Dr. Sherman was pondering with one of the mysteries of the world. A broken Aquascum rested innocently in his hands, the glaring red eye now a grey dullness. It was receiving a bitter glower from the human as he grumbled to his weary listener. "Barbara, I don't understand it. Here this thing has a lifetime guarantee and it breaks!" He slapped it in disbelief. "I have to clean the tank myself, take all the fishes out and put 'em in bags and . . ."
Dr. Sherman blinked when he didn't see anything on the counter. He knew he had left the fishes in the bags there so . . . 'Where did they go?"
Psst. Over there. In the harbor.
"Come on, Peach!"
"You can do it!"
"Hurry!"
Using her muscles to push her bag forward to the edge of the street, Peach glared down to her friends, who were already free from the dentist's office, floating within their bags. They were cheering her on, encouraging her to come in. She growled, "It's the shortest traffic stop I've ever seen!" Finally, with a lunge, she tumbled into the harbor water.
The Tank Gang cheered, joyful that they were finally free.
Yeah, free from the tank . . .
Not quite free from the bags . . .
Bloat frowned. "Now what?"
Yeah, now what?
