Chapter 6

The Plan

The next couple of hours flew by. I told Syndrome that if he wanted me to get the deed to Disney World, he'd have to promise not to hurt Drew or any of my friends. He promised, but I could tell he was lying, so I decided to do it at lightning speed. So, there I was, at the entrance of Disney, ready to steal the deed, (why he wanted it I'll never know) which could get me jailed for life (or maybe just two years) give or take. I approached Mike, one of the guards who I was friends with.

"Hey Heather", he greeted me sincerely. I felt lower than dirt right then as he let me through. "So, you starrin in any shows this summer", Mike asked.

"Uh, no, I'm on vacation with my friends, but I think I'm supposed to do Beauty and The Beast in September." That was true, but if I got caught, it might not happen. I walked in cautiously and headed for the antique building, where Walt Disney had hidden it.

I thought about the situation for a minute and drew a conclusion in my head;

A. Steal the deed

Pro: I won't get my friends in trouble

Con: I could get jailed for life!

B. Don't steal it

Pro: I won't get in trouble and I won't have over looming guilt following me for the rest of my life

Con: Drew and friends could get hurt. (big could)

I looked over the list I'd made and it was obvious what I had to do. Here was my plan, I steal the deed, but I won't actually be taking the real thing to Syndrome. I'd copy the deed on the computer and take that copy to him, while I gave the real one back to Disney, so they could hide it in a different place. I snuck in the building, but some body grabbed me. I screamed, afraid that it was a guard

"Heather, what're you doing in here, you know cast members can't come in here this late at night." It was Mike. I started sweating like crazy.

"Uh, yeah, I was just, uh………oh okay, I'm stealing the deed to the park, only because an evil fantasy villain from one of the movies is threatening to kill Drew and my friends, but I have a plan, if you'll just listen to me", I exclaimed. Mike was completely shocked,

Then he quickly recovered and said, "Okay, I'll help, just calm down." I took a deep breath and let it out.

"Here's my plan, I take the deed and copy it on the computer, then I take the copy to Syndrome, and I take the real deed back to you so you can hide it in a different place." Mike thought for a moment then nodded as I broke the glass case holding it after he had shut down the alarm system. I grabbed the deed and ran as fast as I could and exited the park.

"You better be right Heather", Mike called after me. As soon as I got to the sidewalk, a black van pulled up beside me. I couldn't see anything, because the street lights weren't on. So I never saw the arm of the person in the van, grabbing me and pulling me in. Once in the van (the lights were on) I saw my friends tied to their seats. My pulse raced as I saw a gun pointed at Drew's head.

Syndrome turned to me and asked, "So, Heather, did you get it?" I pulled out the copy and handed it to him.

"Now, let my friends, and Drew go", I said through clenched teeth. He smirked and motioned for the man holding the gun to lower it.

"I just wanna know one thing, why'd you want the deed anyway", I asked.

Syndrome frowned angrily and said, "None of your business, now get outta my car!" His henchmen tossed us out on the sidewalk.

"Once we'd recovered Ashlee yelled, "Why in the heck did you give him the deed!" I stayed calm cause I knew that she, or one other person, was going to scream about it.

"I didn't give him the actual thing, I gave him a copy, now come on, he mentioned Mrs. P was going to be out here." Right on cue we saw Mrs. Phillips running towards us with a worried look on her face. She raced to Jeremiah and crushed him in a hug as we snickered a little.

"We need to get you guys home, now", Mrs. P said, dragging us down the sidewalk.

I whispered to the others, "Maybe it'd be better if she didn't know." We all agreed that if we told her, there'd be no way our parents would let us go anywhere after that. I thought our battle with that psycho was over, but boy was I wrong! Right at that same moment Syndrome was scanning the deed to see if it was real. The scan said it was negative.

Syndrome growled and said, "That little brat lied to me!"