He was six years old and just this morning he'd been wearing a yellow sweater and green pants with bright red rubber boots. She had picked him up from first grade, wearing a shimmery white dress like her sister, Jessica Rabbit's. She had black hair and pale skin and Jessi's body, but Lira was utterly different.
Chas had lost custody of Chuckie when he was three years old. Jessica and Roger Rabbit had taken over but because they were both active movie stars Jessi often depended on her sister.
"I had a very active sex life before you, kid." She told him in a dismal way. "No, you wait for Auntie Jessi to take you to the carnival. Don't you have any friends to sleep over? I wanted to have a guy over tonight." Chuckie looked at her sadly. No, he didn't. After losing Tommy Phil and Lil Chucke doubted if he'd ever have any friends. No one else liked fraidy boy. He liked Lira, he really did. She was his mom, wasn't she? But Chuckie wished so badly to go to the carnival and win the stuffed rabbit he'd had his eye on. No, he'd stay home tonight wondering what the sounds coming from Lira's room were as he tried to pay attention to the movie that Jessi and Roger were in.
"I wish I had a friend." Chuckie whispered sadly before he began to sob. He turned off the T.V. and clasped his little hands over his ears so he wouldn't hear anything but his memories. But hard as he tried, he couldn't even remember the last time Jessica and Roger had fun together with him. It was always Jessica crying and Lira out with some boy and Roger sitting there with a miserable frown, holding Chuckie's hand in his. After what seemed like hours he opened his eyes. Suddeny, everything was blue and shimmery except for a green spot in the middle of it all. The blue fairy smiled.
"Mama, I think we need to give him one wish."
"No," replied the fairy godmother. "We'll let him go to the carnival, like I did with my Cindy at the ball."
"Pinocchio's life was just as good as Cinderella's." pointed out the blue fairy. A tinkering bell made itself noticed.
"Never never land?" asked the godmother. "You can't be serious, he'd never get along with that Hook around. Not without Peter." A cat, slowly appearing on the godmother's shoulder made his suggestion.
"All he wants is good fun" the Cheshire cat grinned. "I'd say we let him in Alice's wonderland."
"That's a horrid idea!" cried the fairy godmother. "He'd get along worse than never land!"
"Yes." The Cheshire cat laughed. "But remember, his body will still be right here. Now all we need is a white rabbit. Tinker Bell whipped up the same rabbit that Chuckie had been itching to win and dressed him quickly in a waistcoat. Then the fairy godmother brought him to life.
"Bibbity bobbity boo!" Chuckie was almost hypnotized, toddling behind the toy. The Cheshire cat smiled even more broadly, disappearing until even his great grin was gone. The fairy godmother shook her head as her daughter, the blue fairy waited, watching him crawl down the newly made hole.