DISCLAIMER: No, they don't belong to me. Not even Dick. (cries) But the things I'd do if I did own 'em... MUAHAHAHAHA! XD (cough) Anyway, I don't own the characters, Shakespeare, Disneyworld, the hat, or the description for the Indiana Jones show. That's a direct quote from the brochure.
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Deleted Scenes!
This is where I put all of the scenes I wanted to write into the main story but couldn't quite figure how to fit them in. So I just kind of edited them out, or cut them, or whatever. But I still wanted to share them with you, so here they are. There's about three or four of them, including an alternate ending of sorts.
Deleted Scene #1
In this scene, our boys are watching the Indiana Jones Epic Stunt Spectacular. This is before Dick inadvertently joins the cast and some time after their little adventure on Tom Sawyer Island.
The boys moved as far to the left of their aisle as they could, just like they had been told.
"Oh, boy, this is gonna be great!" Wally said excitedly as he sat down. "The Indiana Jones movies are just about the best movies of all time!"
"Yeah!" agreed Roy.
"I've never seen them."
Dick suddenly found himself on the receiving end of two very weird looks.
"What?" he asked.
"Dick… I don't know how to say this, but…"
"I am NOT lame!"
"Well… I was gonna say pathetic… but lame works."
Dick rolled his eyes and sank lower in his seat, keeping his blue eyes trained on the list they had found on Tom Sawyer Island. After the show, they'd have to check all these places and see if the man with the hat was there. He wasn't exactly looking forward to that, but it wasn't as if they had a choice.
Meanwhile, Roy and Wally just sat staring at the bare stage. There were two levels to the stage. The one in front was lower down and had several holes in the ground along with tribal decorations and a vine hanging from a pole which was sticking out of the wall. The background was higher up and simply consisted of a ramp. On the upper end of the ramp was what appeared to be a huge door. Anybody who knew anything about Indiana Jones could easily figure out what was going to be rolling down that ramp pretty soon (and for those of you who don't know Indiana Jones, the question is 'what is a giant boulder').
About ten minutes of staring was more than enough for Roy. So he pulled the Disney-MGM Studios brochure out, unfolded it, and began to read about the show they were going to be seeing:
Indy and Marion need extras on the set for this live show featuring pulse-pounding action and adventure. 30-minute shows. See TIMES GUIDE for show times.
"They need extras…" Roy whispered aloud, as if in a trance.
If he had been a cartoon, the boy's eyes would have turned into big gold stars.
"I'm gonna be a star… hey, Wally! Read this!"
Ditto from Wally.
"Roy… we could… we could get discovered! We could become big stars!"
Dick had heard his friends talking in hushed whispers. Growing suspicious, he peeked over Wally's shoulder to get a look at the brochure.
"Maybe there's a famous producer in the audience! Maybe we'll go to Hollywood and star in a movie!"
"And make a billion bucks a year!"
"And get to work with—"
"To be or not to be!" Roy cried out, standing up and striking a dramatic pose. "That is the question! Whether 'tis nobler to—"
"Good night! Good night!" added Wally loudly, doing the same thing. "Parting is such sweet sorrow!"
As the red-heads went through their little acts, the brochure fluttered to the ground. Dick picked it up while shooting the other boys irritated looks. He read the part about Indiana Jones closely and felt his eyes rolling.
"Guys… hey GUYS!"
"What?" they chorused.
"Hello, didn't you read the rest of this thing? It says 'extras must be at least 18 years old'. There, you see?"
At the crestfallen expressions on their faces, Dick muttered "Boneheads" under his breath in a disgusted tone and handed the brochure back to Roy, who just sighed, "So much for stardom…"
Deleted Scene #2
This scene is partially based on an actual conversation that I had with my uncle while riding Splash Mountain with him. Only here, the characters are Wally and Roy. Yes, Roy. Apparently, Ollie forgave him, although why he did is beyond me. Oh, and in real life, we sat in the back row, so the only part that got wet was our faces. Don't know why you'd care, but I just thought I'd mention it.
"Alright!" hollered Roy as he took his seat in the 'log'. "I'm finally gonna ride Splash Mountain!"
"Don't you mean WE are finally gonna ride Splash Mountain?" Wally hinted with a huge grin.
"Yeah," Roy chuckled. "Wetness, here we come! I'm glad we got seats in the front row. Now we'll get really wet!"
Wally laughed his agreement and settled himself on the little plastic bench, just feeling happy to be there. For a while there, he'd been afraid that they'd never get the chance to ride, thanks to their stalker with the Indy hat. Then, of course, things had just gotten worse when they'd figured out it was really Bruce Wayne. He and Roy had spent an entire morning trying to get Dick and Bruce to talk. Luckily, their plan had worked, and now here they were!
The ride jolted to life, and several of the passengers cheered as they floated into the dark rocky tunnel. Wally and Roy were no exceptions.
It was quite pleasant at first. There were robots (called audio animatronics) made up to look like the characters from the story of Brer Rabbit.
"They're just trying to lull you into a false sense of security," Roy said of the ride's currently calm state. Wally snickered.
"Any second now we're gonna plunge to our doom…"
Suddenly, the nose of the vehicle bobbed up and then came down hard with a big splash. The passengers shrieked in delight, and some even threw their hands into the air in expectation of a huge drop.
But that was the end of the excitement.
"That was it?"
"IT? Roy, we're soaked!"
"You think THIS is bad? Just wait'll THE BIG ONE!"
Wally would never admit it to anyone for as long as he lived, but he was beginning to regret his hasty decision to join Roy on the ride. He didn't mind fast rides, for obvious reasons, but he was beginning to get a little wary of the five-story drop. It wasn't like the ride came equipped with seatbelts.
Well, if I get really desperate, I can always use those exit paths… Wally thought. He was referring to the little brown steps that ran along either side of the stream they were floating down. A normal healthy person could easily leap out of the vehicle and onto the steps if he or she had a mind to.
But Wally didn't want to.
Not just yet. If he was going to chicken out, he was going to have a dang good reason… and a dang good lie to go with it.
"Come on, when's this thing gonna get exciting!" Roy wanted to know, slouching a little.
After that disturbance, the ride quieted down once again. The story proceeded until, finally, the boys were able to hear rushing water ahead. Wally gulped as he noticed that they were reaching the end of the stream.
Meanwhile, the story was just about to reach the climax. There was Brer Rabbit, all tied up and about to be thrown into the Wolf's boiling pot. Wally could hear Brer Rabbit saying something like, "Oh, yes, please eat me! Just please don't throw me into the briar patch!"
To which the Wolf replied, "Briar patch…?"
And over the edge they went!
All of the passengers made noise this time—screaming, howling, giggling... Many of them threw their hands into the air as they headed straight for the 'briar patch'.
It was an odd feeling. For a second, Wally thought he was going to fall out of his chair. But the thrill and rush of the moment was over so quickly…
Nobody noticed that Ollie was at the picture spot, snapping a photo of them as they went down. If the picture came out bad enough, then it would make terrific blackmail material (well, he had to get revenge somehow).
"Oh, man!" Wally whooped amidst that laughter and hollers of the other passengers. "Oh, that was good! You know, that wasn't so bad… Hey, did you scream, Roy? I can't remember if I did… Roy?"
Roy hadn't said a word since they had first plunged over the edge of the waterfall. He actually looked like he was going to be desperately ill.
"Hey, Roy, you okay?" Wally inquired, giving Roy a shake, ignoring the rest of the story as it played out around them.
"What?" Roy asked blearily.
"Whoa, Roy, you don't look so hot… I don't suppose you'd want to try sneaking back onto the ride once this is over, would you?"
Roy just glowered.
"You say one word about this and you're dead…" Roy threatened, still looking a bit green around the gills.
Wally was about to agree, but then he grinned mischievously.
"How much?"
Deleted Scene #3
This takes place at Epcot and, like Deleted Scene #2, is based on an actual dialogue. Dick and Wally are in the Morocco section, passing by where a couple of people dressed as Aladdin and Jasmine are giving autographs and taking pictures with the tourists. Wally's being a girl-crazy idiot and Dick's trying to knock some sense into him. I don't know where Roy is; I never got that far in developing this part of the story. Maybe he's at the parade or something. And don't ask where Dick got the camera.
The boys exited the Moroccan gift shop. Wally kind of wished he had been able to buy one of those little Aladdin-style lamps. He had said something about wishing there was a genie inside, to which Dick had sarcastically replied, "They're probably sold separately."
Oh, well. Their Keys weren't programmed to make purchases anyway.
"Do you think we'll ever catch up with this guy, Dick?" Wally broke the silence. "Because he's doing a darn good job of not being found."
"Quit complaining, will you, Wally?" Dick asked. It wasn't an order; it was just a simple request, like the way he might have asked someone for a comb. "Of course we're going to find him. He's stalking us, remember?"
"Yeah, but now he knows we're onto him and he might—hey."
Wally stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at something off to the side. Dick stopped as well and followed his friend's gaze.
"What is it, Wally?"
"Don't you have eyes! Look!"
Dick took a closer look, but all he could see were a man and a woman dressed as Aladdin and Jasmine (respectively). He told Wally of his observations and even tacked a "So what?" onto the end.
As soon as he said it, Dick could tell that Wally was disgusted with him.
"I don't know, Dick…" Wally sighed, shaking his head. "I just don't know… I would have thought that living with a playboy like Bruce Wayne for the past few years would have taught you to know a good-looking gal when you saw one!"
"Oh. You mean Jasmine?"
Wally rolled his eyes.
"No. I meant Aladdin."
"Why, Wally, I had no idea you—"
"Oh, shut up!"
Dick grinned cheekily and took another look at the raven-haired woman in the blue costume. But he felt nothing. He had yet to actually take an interest in the opposite sex (or any sex, for that matter), which seemed to alienate Dick from Wally even more than usual. Wally had always been a little weird, but ever since his male hormones had started to kick in, Dick had begun to feel that they had less in common than ever before.
Not that he'd ever admit that.
"I think I'll go get my picture taken with Jasmine," Wally decided.
"Just Jasmine? I'm sure Aladdin will love that."
"Who cares what he thinks?"
"I can see it all now," Dick continued as if he hadn't heard. He swung the camera a little. "A couple days after we come home. I'm showing Babs pictures of our vacation. Suddenly we come to some pictures of us at Epcot. I say 'This is a picture of Wally with Jasmine… this is a picture of Wally trying to kiss Jasmine… this is a picture of Aladdin chasing Wally…'"
Wally, who could generally take a joke, laughed.
"This is a picture of me rubbing the lamp and wishing for a genie to come out…" Wally added on to Dick's soliloquy.
"This is a picture of Wally remembering the genies were sold separately…"
"This is a picture of Wally trying to run back to the shop to buy a genie…"
"This is a picture of…"
Deleted Scene #4
This last scene takes place at the very end right after Bruce and Dick make up. Everybody is at Disney-MGM Studios watching the 'Fantasmic' fireworks/laser show. Which is beyond amazing, by the way. There's a dude dressed as Mickey Mouse, and he has to battle all the Disney villains. But this scene takes place BEFORE the show starts.
All five of them sat down on the bleachers. The boys had their brochures, Bruce had his Indy hat, and Ollie had his camera. And about twenty seconds later, they were darned glad they had brought that stuff. Why?
They made great weapons against the bugs.
"Stupid flies!" Roy hollered, waving his brochure around in the air. "I've never seen 'em so thick!"
Indeed, there were huge swarms of gnats buzzing around, plaguing the little group of tourists.
"Maybe we oughtta move somewhere else," suggested Wally.
"No, it's just as bad over there. Look," Dick said, pointing. Wally turned to see that everyone—and I mean EVERYONE—else waiting for the show was also waving their hats/brochures/whatever at the thick white swarms of bugs. No place was bug-free.
"Oh, wonderful," Roy grumbled. "Should have brought the bug spray…"
"Relax, kid," his guardian put in, taking a swipe at a few of the gnats. "As soon as the sun goes down, the bugs should go away."
"GOOD!" Dick yelled. Bruce watched as his ward swatted frantically at the annoying pests. Realizing Dick's plight, Bruce took off his hat and handed it to the boy.
"Try this."
Dick looked at the hat, and then at Bruce. With a grin, the boy accepted it.
But, much to Bruce's surprise, Dick didn't use it as a weapon against the ever-present bugs. Instead, he put it on his own head. It was a little big on him, but his hair had enough volume to keep it from falling over his eyes.
"Thanks," said Dick.
"I've been meaning to ask you—did your voice change while you were here?"
Dick blinked at him.
"What makes you think that?"
Suddenly, the boy's eyes widened and he clamped his hands over his mouth as the realization suddenly dawned on him.
Dick whipped around and tugged on Roy's sleeve until he got his attention.
"WHAT!" Roy yelled in his face.
"Quick, Roy, l-listen to the sound of my voice. Does it sound deeper to you?"
"Sure. It sounded deeper since, like, yesterday. Before that it was kinda squeaky and liked to bounce up and down like a rubber ball. Then… didn't you notice?" Roy answered incredulously.
"Well," Wally added, "judging by the way he's glaring daggers at you, I'll make an educated guess and say no."
"Why didn't you tell me!" Dick howled, shaking Roy. "What, did you want me to go through my life thinking my voice hadn't changed? What's the MATTER with you people!"
"Dick, calm down, will ya!"
"Calm down!" Dick hollered, eliciting several strange looks from the other people in the audience. "What do you MEAN, calm down! I just missed the most important event of my life and you tell me to calm down? I've been waiting for my voice to change for years and you all act as if it were no big deal! Well let me tell you something…!"
That's all. If I think of another story, you'll hear about it. But remember—these scenes aren't actually part of the story, so if I decide to do a fic when Dick is even older and his voice still hasn't changed, don't bother me. Though I might let him keep the hat…
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Me: I wasn't kidding about the bugs. There are SWARMS of them. Oh, and the brochure says that you have to get there 90 minutes in advance to get good seats, but we showed up only 45 minutes in advance and there was practically nobody there.
Dick: Then again, we didn't go during the busy season, so maybe in July it would be better to listen to the brochure.
Me: Good point. But in May, 45 minutes should do it. Just don't quote me on that and don't blame me if you don't get good seats. I'm no tour guide--I just say what I know.
Dick: Then why you ever talk at all is beyond me.
Me: And just what is THAT supposed to mean?
Dick: Don't ask... heehee...
Reviewer Replies
Yourperfectdisaster-Gee, thanks! (grins) And we also really appreciate your consistent reviewing, too! Panamint loves devoted fans...
Zarz-Yay, everybody likes the ending! We hope the deleted scenes make you happy :)
caltha-Fun. Yeah--poor Roy (snort) Haha...! Anyway, even though TAP was nice enough to give me a break in the torture department, I hope you enjoyed these!
myrina-Hi, this is Panamint. I wanted to thank you for reviewing and... you're still drinking Dr. Pepper? Good! Now I can start looking for an update on 'The Game' (hint, hint)! Okay, Dick you can come back now.
Crazy 4 A Reason-Good use of complimentary adjectives in that review! Love it! Thanks!
JenniferJ-Thanks! And I agree with you one hundred percent. After all that Roy did to poor Mr. Queen, he definitely deserves a little revenge... and I think he got it...
CrazyInsomaniac-Remarkable? Nice! Thank you! And okay, I admit it, Roy and Wally were pretty slick to sneak us both onto that ride... and Panamint really appreciates the cookies :)
Skoellya-Thanks for reviewing! Here are the deleted scenes for you!