"So, Yuki, which theme park do we go to?" Shuichi asked as he poured over the brochure. "Look at MGM! The Tower of Terror, A five-story drop in an...elevator? These American's really ARE crazy, I mean I'll only go so far for some fun! Hmmm Animal Kingdom looks OK, but could be boring..Oh! Look at those giant tea cups! And there's Mickey!!! We're going to Disney!" He decided.
Throughout the entire charade, Yuki had been wondering what the hell he had been thinking when he agreed to go on this trip. "Giant tea cups?"
"Yeah! I can't believe it either! We are going to have so much fun today, Yuki!"
"We aren't going anywhere if you don't come eat your breakfast," the writer threatened. He had ordered them pancakes, sausage, and orange juice. Shuichi wouldn't eat the sausage.
The moment they were ready to go, Rick magically appeared at the door.
"Hey, yall ready? Which park did'ya choose?"
"M-I-C, K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E! NAH NAH NAH!" Shuichi sang as he left the hotel room, answering both questions.
"All right, let's go. We'll get there at about ten, I'll pick yall up at five, then it's off to Daytona," Rick said, and they left the empty hotel room to the maids.
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"Wow, it's a little hot here," complained Shuichi, five minutes after they arrived at the park.
"Of course it's hot, it's summer, not to mention this is Florida. I told you not to wear pants, but you didn't listen, now stop whining and let's get on a ride already."
The singer frowned as he examined a park map, "Which way are those cups? I don't understand this map!" And he shoved it in Yuki's face.
When they finally made it there, half an hour later, Shuichi was pleased to see that there wasn't much of a line. "Which color do you want to ride in?" He asked Yuki, who merely shrugged. "Fine then, that pink one over there! Hehe, it matches my hair!"
Once in, Shuichi instructed Yuki to help him twist the cup. "Faster!" he cried. They were soon going faster than any of the other cups. "Fas-th--r!" The boy tried to say again, but they were going so fast that the words came out blurred.
"Uh, Shu. I don't--think this cup is supposed to go this fast..." Yuki warned, catching the astonished and worried face of the ride conductor. But Shuichi was in his own little world, and hadn't heard a word.
"I am SHUICHI! Mighty flying singer of doom!!!! Watch my strength spin the little pink cup to it's death! I will--uh? AHH!!
The cup suddenly lurched, unhinging from the floor, the speed too much for it. Yuki had the brains to dive out of it, off to the side, before it went flying! But poor Shuichi (mighty flying singer of doom) only held on for dear life as the cup finally hit the ground about ten feet away from the ride. There was a breaking sound, and pieces of plastic scattered everywhere. The cup was now rolling in small circles, terrified screams emitting from inside. "Yuki! Heelllp!"
Yuki finally recovered himself and ran over to the giant cup, trying to grab hold of the handle. "Hold on Shuichi! Are you OK?" But all he heard were screams. The man running the ride went over to Yuki and helped him stop the cup. When it came to a stop,upside down, Yuki peeked under, "Shuichi?" He pulled the shaking boy into his arms, ignoring the stares, and gave a small laugh. "I can't believe that happened."
"That evil tea cup is possessed!" Shuichi said, gaining control of himself.
They were directed to the park manager, who kept offering tickets, souvenirs, food, and other things to show how sorry they were. (Those suckers just didn't want to be sued.)
"We are very sorry for the accident. The ride is being fixed as we speak," he assured them.
Yuki was staring at Shuichi, who was stuffing his face with the free M&M's they gave him. "So what do you want to do?"
The boy looked at the manager, "Do I get to meet Mickey?"
"Heheh, sure!"
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"I wonder why Mickey left so quickly," Shuichi said to himself as they left the office.
And Yuki smiled, "Probably because you nearly suffocated him," he thought.
"Hey! Let's go to Space Mountain!" Shuichi yelled as he spotted the ride.
"After what just happened?"
"Yeah! That won't happen again, just a little bad luck. Haha! Bad Luck! You think the name has cursed me? That would explain a lot you know..." He trailed off and Yuki rolled his eyes.
"Let's go."
The rest of their day passed by without incident and by five they were both exhausted and ready to get to Daytona. They walked out of the park with mouse ears on and, to Shuichi's delight, holding hands.
Throughout the entire charade, Yuki had been wondering what the hell he had been thinking when he agreed to go on this trip. "Giant tea cups?"
"Yeah! I can't believe it either! We are going to have so much fun today, Yuki!"
"We aren't going anywhere if you don't come eat your breakfast," the writer threatened. He had ordered them pancakes, sausage, and orange juice. Shuichi wouldn't eat the sausage.
The moment they were ready to go, Rick magically appeared at the door.
"Hey, yall ready? Which park did'ya choose?"
"M-I-C, K-E-Y, M-O-U-S-E! NAH NAH NAH!" Shuichi sang as he left the hotel room, answering both questions.
"All right, let's go. We'll get there at about ten, I'll pick yall up at five, then it's off to Daytona," Rick said, and they left the empty hotel room to the maids.
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"Wow, it's a little hot here," complained Shuichi, five minutes after they arrived at the park.
"Of course it's hot, it's summer, not to mention this is Florida. I told you not to wear pants, but you didn't listen, now stop whining and let's get on a ride already."
The singer frowned as he examined a park map, "Which way are those cups? I don't understand this map!" And he shoved it in Yuki's face.
When they finally made it there, half an hour later, Shuichi was pleased to see that there wasn't much of a line. "Which color do you want to ride in?" He asked Yuki, who merely shrugged. "Fine then, that pink one over there! Hehe, it matches my hair!"
Once in, Shuichi instructed Yuki to help him twist the cup. "Faster!" he cried. They were soon going faster than any of the other cups. "Fas-th--r!" The boy tried to say again, but they were going so fast that the words came out blurred.
"Uh, Shu. I don't--think this cup is supposed to go this fast..." Yuki warned, catching the astonished and worried face of the ride conductor. But Shuichi was in his own little world, and hadn't heard a word.
"I am SHUICHI! Mighty flying singer of doom!!!! Watch my strength spin the little pink cup to it's death! I will--uh? AHH!!
The cup suddenly lurched, unhinging from the floor, the speed too much for it. Yuki had the brains to dive out of it, off to the side, before it went flying! But poor Shuichi (mighty flying singer of doom) only held on for dear life as the cup finally hit the ground about ten feet away from the ride. There was a breaking sound, and pieces of plastic scattered everywhere. The cup was now rolling in small circles, terrified screams emitting from inside. "Yuki! Heelllp!"
Yuki finally recovered himself and ran over to the giant cup, trying to grab hold of the handle. "Hold on Shuichi! Are you OK?" But all he heard were screams. The man running the ride went over to Yuki and helped him stop the cup. When it came to a stop,upside down, Yuki peeked under, "Shuichi?" He pulled the shaking boy into his arms, ignoring the stares, and gave a small laugh. "I can't believe that happened."
"That evil tea cup is possessed!" Shuichi said, gaining control of himself.
They were directed to the park manager, who kept offering tickets, souvenirs, food, and other things to show how sorry they were. (Those suckers just didn't want to be sued.)
"We are very sorry for the accident. The ride is being fixed as we speak," he assured them.
Yuki was staring at Shuichi, who was stuffing his face with the free M&M's they gave him. "So what do you want to do?"
The boy looked at the manager, "Do I get to meet Mickey?"
"Heheh, sure!"
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"I wonder why Mickey left so quickly," Shuichi said to himself as they left the office.
And Yuki smiled, "Probably because you nearly suffocated him," he thought.
"Hey! Let's go to Space Mountain!" Shuichi yelled as he spotted the ride.
"After what just happened?"
"Yeah! That won't happen again, just a little bad luck. Haha! Bad Luck! You think the name has cursed me? That would explain a lot you know..." He trailed off and Yuki rolled his eyes.
"Let's go."
The rest of their day passed by without incident and by five they were both exhausted and ready to get to Daytona. They walked out of the park with mouse ears on and, to Shuichi's delight, holding hands.