"Looks like you found another one," Cid said, eyeing the Navi-G piece and rubbing his fuzzy chin. "Okay, wait here. I'll get it installed right away. And by 'right away' I mean it'll be ready in two weeks. And by 'in two weeks' I mean get a room at a hotel because it's going to be months until I have it done."
"Aw, man," whined Sora.
Several months later...
"Well, it's finally done!" Cid told them. He patted the Gummi Ship. "Now ya'll can do something you weren't able to do before in the ship. Like go to really really far places and use wormholes and stuff."
They went to board the Gummi Ship, but Donald stopped Goofy and Sora. "Goofy! Remember the speech we rehersed?"
"Gawrsh! Of course, Donald." He turned to Sora. "Now, just remember what Donald said to ya way back when we first met, about five months ago, about how our ship is fueled. It's fueled by smiles. So no frowning!"
"But... how can you be so cheerful? There's still no sign of your king... Aren't you worried?" Sora asked, looking very, very depressed.
"Of course we are you idiot," Donald snapped. "But, as the audience has been reminded about a dozen times: We're Disney characters. We are not paid to frown." He accented all of the words in that sentence by poking Sora in the chest.
"The king told us to go out and find the keybearer, and that's you," Goofy continued for Donald. "So as long as we stick together like two eighth grade boys stuck together with super-glue, it'll all work out okay. Ya just gotta believe in yourself, a-hyuck."
Sora looked unsure of himself and closed his eyes. "Just believe..."
"I believe in you."
Wtf? Sora's brain asked. Sora opened his eyes, only to find himself suspended in the air in a library. "Where am I?"
"Long ago, in a galaxy far away, people lived in peace, and all humor was good. Everyone loved the humor. Then people began to fight over what jokes were better and if 'yo mama' jokes were actually funny or not and gangs beat each other up because really? Yo mama jokes are loads of--uhh, never mind," said an old woman who shall be known as Kairi's Grandmama. "They wanted the right to call their jokes the ultimate. And bad humor was born in their farce. The bad humor spread, swallowing the humor and many people's farce. It covered everything, and the world disappeared. But small fragments of the pure humor survived...in the farce of children. With these fragments of good jokes, the children rebuilt the lost world. It's the world we live in now. But the true good humor sleeps, deep within the bad. That's why the worlds are still scattered, divided from each other. But someday, a door to the innermost bad humor will open, and the true good humor will return. So, listen, child: Even in the deepest idiotic fart jokes, there will be an actual good joke to guide you. Believe in that, and the bad humor will never shift you over to the dark, immature side and defeat you in one fell swoop. Your farce will shine with its power and push the stupid jokes away. Do you understand, Kairi?"
"Nope," said Little Kairi, shaking her head.
"KAIRI?" Sora gasped loudly. "Hey, hey Kairi! Up here! Woo-hoo, Kai--HEY! I'M TALKIN' TO YOU! Kai... Kairi! Hey! Look up here! Kairi! Kairi, if you don't look up here right now I'll--"
"--make sure your life is a living oh hello Donald," Sora said, opening his eyes to find Donald and Goofy giving him major 'wtf' looks.
"Uhh, what's the matter?" Goofy asked.
"Um, nothing, nothing at all!" Sora smiled, then turned away and looked up into the sky wistfully. "Kairi... did you call me?"
"That place is crawling with Farceless," Cid said to them. Of course. "Don't say I didn't warn ya."
"?" Sora said. Yes, he actually said that. How? I don't know.
"Here, take this along." He handed Sora a Transform-G piece, then Sora and his HOMIES boarded the Gummi Ship for real.
"New world, here we come!" Donald said enthusiastically.
"Gawrsh, hold up there, Donald," Goofy said. "We don't know what's out there. Why don't we revisit other worlds first? I'm sure we'll find--"
"That's gay, Goofy," Sora said then pushed Goofy out of the Donald Chair and navigated them towards the last world on the map. Of course, he wasn't exactly expecting Donald to kick him out of the Donald Chair as well, and steer them right back to Traverse Town, where he and Goofy dragged Sora to the Old House/Cavern/Whatever you want to call it. "What? Why are we back here?"
"Because we found these--" Donald held up a big wad of torn pages. "--when you weren't looking as we traveled the worlds, and now we've gotta finish this little sub-world. Now come here!"
Some time later...
Sora got up, dusting his pants off and grumbling to himself about 'defiant ducks who have horrible tempers'. Then he looked around and nearly had a heart attack because he was either really really excited or really really freaked out. "Oh my gosh! I'm in that old copy of Winnie the Pooh!"
Hundred Acre Wood
Indeed he was! Everything was bright and cheery (a goth's nightmare), butterflies fluttered around the flowers and there were stray honeypots scattered around the little trail Sora had landed in. In front of him was a tree that had part of a house sticking out of it, and in front of that house was a little yellow bear with a red shirt, looking like he was pondering on a log.
"Think, think, think," said the bear. "Think, think, think..."
Sora approached him. "Hey, what's up?" he asked.
"Nothing," said the bear, not looking up. "Just thinking."
"...Oh."
"I was thinking of how to say good-bye to Pooh."
Sora snickered immaturely. Then he tried to make a straight face. "...Pooh?"
"Yes?" Pooh asked, looking up.
"Oh. You're Pooh?"
"Yes," Pooh repeated. "Winnie the Pooh, really. But everyone calls me Pooh for short. Who are you?"
"I'm Sora."
"Well, hello Sora. Have you come to say good-bye to Pooh, too?" Even though the subject seemed a little depressing, Pooh was smiling obliviously.
"Umm, no, not really. I mean, we just met, didn't we?"
"Yes, but everyone else is gone."
"What do you mean?"
Pooh sighed an almost over-exaggerated sigh. "You see, we all lived here in the Hundred Acre Wood, and we'd always take walks together or play Pooh sticks--"
"Hahaha. Pooh."
"--and everyday, I'd eat some honey. Just one small smackeral would taste very good right now..." He drifted off dreamily, but then went back to explaining: "But now, everyone's gone. All my friends, and my favorite Hunny Tree, too. Everyone must've gone away while I was napping, I think..." He hopped up off the log. "So, who knows? Maybe I shall end up going away somewhere, too. But I wonder... how do I say good-bye to myself? Think, think, think..." He tapped his forehead in thought.
"Oh that's easy." Sora laughed. "You just say 'good-bye me!'. I've done it before, but it got kind of confusing when I started telling myself to wear clean underwear."
Apparently, Pooh had either been too deep in thought to hear that or just ignored the idiocy coming from the boy, because he held his growling stomach and said, "Oh! My tumbly's getting rumbly." Then he ambled into his house.
Sora stood there for a moment, then looked thoughtful. "I do believe that's the fifty-first time I've been ignored in the course of this little adventure..." Then he started to count it up on his fingers, and when he was done, smiled. "Yep! Definitely fifty-one times."
Then Sora went to Pooh's house, somehow not even having to stoop down a little because of the low ceiling (he's pretty short, don't you think?), where Pooh was pigging out on some honey from a honeypot. Da-hurr. Any beaver could've told you that. No I don't know what I'm talking about, I just counted up how many times Sora's been ignored.
"Oh bother," Pooh sighed, dropping the honeypot disinterestedly. "There's no more honey left... if only the Hunny Tree would visit... Then I could eat my fill." Pooh left his house.
And so did Sora. Because he got bored after he forgot what he was doing in there in the first place.
"Let me guess:" said a talking owl who had just landed in front of him. "You'd like to know what happens next. However, there are some pages miss... Oh! Never mind. I guess you've found them, haven't you?"
"Yeah," laughed Sora, gaining a shifty look. "I found them..."
"Well, go on, off with you to see what happens next!" Owl said, then looked like he was about ready to dive at Sora and tear his eyes out. But he composed himself at the last moment and flew off instead.
Sora then ran off to the next area, which was a pop-up illustration of a tall tree. Yes, a pop-up illustration of a tall tree. He was in a book for Cait Sith's sake.
"Hello? I-is anybody there?" stammered a tiny voice from inside a hollow log. A little piglet poked his head out, looked left, then right, then inched out of the log. "Oh dear. Wh-wh-wh-what do I d-d-do? I'm all alone... Pooh? Pooh? Where are you? It's me, Piglet..." And just when he had made up his mind to break into a musical number, Sora showed up. And Piglet, not being larger than one of Sora's shoes/feet, scampered off into the log again. "D-d-d-d-don't eat me!"
"Aww, don't worry little guy," Sora said, kneeling down and looking down inside the log. "I'm allergic to pork."
"R-really? Oh dear! I was j-just... N-never mind. I'm sorry!"
"Don't be scared. You're looking for--" He looked away from Piglet and laughed, then bit his tongue to stop. "--Pooh, right?"
Piglet's eyes brightened up a little, and he said, "You know Pooh? Oh, y-you s-see, I have something for him... I have to take it to Pooh r-right away!" He looked to his left, where Pooh was walking up the path. "Pooh!"
"Oh, I believe I smell a delicious something," Pooh mumbled quietly, patting his belly. "A something like honey."
"Pooh!" Piglet repeated, running up to the little bear.
"Hello, Piglet," Pooh hummed. "How have you been?"
"I-I'm so glad to see you, Pooh," Piglet stammered. "I thought you'd gone away... I br-brought what you asked for." He pulled a bright-red balloon from behind his back, and handed it to Pooh.
"Thank you, Piglet," Pooh said. "Now I can finally have some honey."
"Really? But how?"
"I shall hold onto this balloon, and fly up like a bee into the Hunny Tree, see." Pooh chuckled at his mad rhyming skillz.
"But... if you take their honey, won't the bees be angry?" Piglet asked, using rational thought.
"Hmm... Well, I must admit, Piglet. I hadn't thought of that. Oh bother, and I'm so hungry." He rubbed his tummy as it growled again.
Well, getting back to Sora. He had stood there, watching the scene unfold, and now that he was sure that they were done talking (he hadn't actually been paying attention, just heard some random words with his selective hearing, 's'all), he walked up to Pooh and decided to ask what had happened.
However, Pooh spoke first, and said, "If only you could chase away those bees, I'm quite certain I could get a small morsel of honey. Would you help me get some honey?"
Hmm... Should I help Pooh (hahahahaha, ha) get some honey? Sora thought, then nodded. "Okay!"
Pooh smiled (more than he had been, anyway), then looked a little to his left where Owl had landed behind Sora. "Oh, hello Owl."
Sora turned around, where indeed the large bird of prey was perched on a stump. "Good day, Pooh. What are you doing? Using a balloon to get some honey? Splendid idea! But, allow me to offer a few pointers." He put a wing up to his beak and cleared his throat. "Now, Pooh can get honey by floating up this tree with his balloon. The honey is inside the tree hollows, now the beehives you see here--" He indicated several beehives on the tree. "--and there's quite a lot of honey in these holes. If Pooh gets too close, the bees will come out to protect their honey. If they get to Pooh, they'll pop his balloon. Lock onto the bees and swat them away. The more time Pooh has at each hollow, the more honey he can eat. There's more honey higher up, too. If jumping from branch to branch proves troublesome, use the Rush command, which will get you to Pooh quickly. But... it isn't fully reliable. Good luck anyway."
"That had to be the biggest load of crap I've ever heard. Bees don't protect their honey! They protect the QUEEN, stupid. Plus they just don't like people messing with them. And if I swatted them away, they would just come back at me and sting me! I learned this all in the boy scouts and through personal experience. Which wasn't as fulfilling or nearly as fun as the boy scouts."
"Good luck anyway," said Owl after a pause, completely ignoring that rant.
Several bee stings later...
"That was yummy in my tummy," Pooh sighed, looking somewhat satisfied. "But, it seems there's still room for some more."
"Oh no (ow)," Sora said, fidgeting uncomfortably. "Do we have to (ow) get more honey from the (ow) tree?"
"No, no, I know someone who's got plenty of honey," Pooh said, then paused, thinking. "But why I didn't think of him before is beyond me. Oh well. No harm done in forgetting him, right Sora?" He smiled up at the boy, whose face began to twitch in irritation (at both the bee stings and the fact that Pooh hadn't had the sense to remember that one of his friends had the honey he wanted).
"Sure," Sora seethed, his hands clenched into tight fists.
He then followed Pooh to the pop-up illustration of Rabbit's house, which included a bunch of vegetable patches.
Once he was there, he met Piglet (who was standing right outside of Rabbit's house, along with Pooh who was standing at the front door). "Look! Rabbit's house c-came back. But it looks like Rabbit isn't home. Pooh's been calling and calling, but the house says no one's home."
"Excuse me," said Pooh, knocking on the door.
"Go away! Nobody's here!" came a nervous voice from inside.
"...Excuse me," said Pooh, knocking on the door.
"Nope! Nobody's still at home!"
"...Excuse me."
"Nobody's home, okay? Just leave!"
"...Excuse me."
"Wow, even I'm not that persistant," Sora commented, crossing his arms in some form of admiration.
"Who is this person named Nobody?" Pooh asked mostly himself, but it was heard by everyone present so it wasn't really to himself as much as it was to everyone else. Inadvertantly, of course. So Pooh swung around the back, and poked his head through a hole in the ground that seemed to run through into the house. "Nobody, have you seen Rabbit?"
"No! No Rabbit here! There's no one here!"
Sora, not one to let up on seeing random Dinsey characters interact with each other, ran to the front door and entered without knocking or indicating that he was coming in at all, which in retrospect was both rude and made him seem like some random hooligan. Yeah. Sure.
"Hello, Rabbit," Pooh said to the yellow Rabbit.
"Why, uhh, Pooh," Rabbit said, looking like he really didn't want to be there. "What a... a pleasant surprise... Nice to see you, too, Piglet. And... Oh! Is this a new friend? P-Pooh I'm sorry, but for the moment I'm all out of honey."
"No you're not, Mr. Bunny, there's a pot up here," Sora said, then reached up and brought a honeypot down from the rafters. "See?"
Rabbit slapped his forehead. "O-oh... well, how'd th-that get up there, huh?" He sighed forlornly and loudly, then turned to Pooh with a false smile. "So, um, Pooh... would you like some honey?" He added quickly, "Don't feel you have to, of course."
"Oh, no. I would be very pleased if I could just have one small smackeral of that delicious, mouth-watering, lip-moistening honey, Rabbit," Pooh said, then the author and Sora realized that they were really hungry.
"Oh man," Sora groaned, looking down at his growling stomach. "That's right... I haven't had anything to eat since I left my island." And he was understandably surprised that he wasn't skin-and-bones yet. In fact... he hadn't seemed to change at all! 'S'probably cuz of that little pudge he has. You know. Just look at an illustration of Sora. It's there. It's kind of unsightly and with his jumpsuit's pants it makes his butt look big, but once you think about it, he's just a little adolescent boy and hasn't really had any time to tone his potential abs. He's not COMPLETELY in shape!
But anyway. Enough of my stupid ranting.
Pooh started to eat honey. And he ate it good. "Mm..." he said, licking his lips.
"Uhh, Pooh, umm... you're... you're not going to eat all of that honey, are you?" Rabbit asked nervously, wringing his hands. "No, no I'm sure you are... Never mind my asking, just go right ahead and... and eat your little heart out... (sigh)"
Sora decided to forge outside a little while since he was so hungry and starved and all, but as soon as he dug up some carrots, washed them off in the stream that ran through Rabbit's property, and peeled them, he heard a cry from inside the house.
"H-help! Please help Pooh!"
Upon arriving back in the house, Sora couldn't help but laugh at both the double entandre of Pooh being stuck in a hole in the tree, and the fact that he heard the bear's name again.
"Oh, help and bother," sighed Pooh but it didn't really seem like being stuck was bothering him all that much. "I'm stuck again. You see, I came through this hole, so it must have shrunk..."
Sora went outside and around to the back, where Pooh's upper torso and head were sticking out of the hole. "Oh, how will I eat honey if I'm stuck? When it's lunch time, could you maybe bring me a jar of honey? Hmm?"
"Oh no!" came Rabbit's voice from inside. "No honey 'til you're unstuck, Mister!" He ran out to where Sora was standing with Pooh. "Now, if Pooh doesn't slim down, my house will stay plugged forever! (Good-bye cool summer nights...) If only... Oh wait. There is something we can do! A bit of carrot top juice can--"
"Hey, hey, I was stuck once, too, Mr. Bunny," Sora said, holding up a hand in the rabbit's face, thusly silencing the rodent. "And what we did was use butter."
"Umm... butter? Oh, you mean like for your toast. Well, I'm fresh out of butter, but that carrot top juice would--TIGGER NO!" He jumped a few feet into the air, and as Sora turned around to see what the rodent was so upset about, he was knocked over and landed upon by something.
"Hey, there! The name's Tigger!" said the something. "T-I-double-guh-RR! That spells Tigger!" The stuffed tiger looked at Sora with a smile. "Well, now! I don't think I've seen you around here before!"
"Hello, Tigger," Pooh chuckled from his place stuck in the hole. "You've just bounced my new friend Sora. Sora, Tigger; Tigger, Sora."
Tigger bounced, landing right on Sora's gut. "Hey, Pooh! Say, sumffin' seems different about you today. You look really uncomfy there, stuck and all. Is that some new-age exercise? Well, bouncin' is LOADS more fun!" He demonstrated this, bouncing on his tail several times as Sora decided that enough was enough was enough and stood up, knocking Tigger flat on his bouncy ass. Oh wait. Bouncy rear-end.
"Why do you bounce around so much, Tigger?" Sora asked, trying to fix his hair which had been horribly oppressed in that random fit of bouncing.
"Why?" Tigger said. "I'll tell you why!" Some music started up, but was interrupted as the surrounding area seemed to undergo a category-seven earthquake. Tigger stumbled, tripped, and bounced off into the carrot patch.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" Rabbit yelled in slow motion as Tigger fumbled about in the garden, ripping and bouncing on the carrots, throwing the orange roots about... It was all very dramatic and heartbreaking to Rabbit, as was evident as he collapsed and began sobbing into his hands. "Why? WHY? Tigger you've just ruined everything! No carrot top juice! No Pooh getting out of my home! I'm stuck with him FOREVER!"
"Oh, don't be such a worry wort, Mr. Bunny," Sora said, rolling his eyes. "You've still got like, five carrots left." He winced as Tigger did some weird move in mid-air that pretty much destroyed the rest of the carrots. "Oh, nope... make that half of one carrot."
RRRRIIIIIP!
"No carrots... Sorry, Mr. Bunny," Sora said, shrugging. Then he smiled. "Now about that butter..."
Some time later...
"Okay, so I went to the dollar store and bought you some butter," Sora said, shoving a paper bag into Rabbit's arms, nearly knocking the poor rabbit down.
"Oh, what a day! I'll go lube him up..." He shuddered a little bit and wrinkled his nose, but went to do it anyway. "Follow me."
Sora followed Rabbit back into his house, Rabbit applied the butter, then he turned to Sora. "All right, now give him a big push!"
"Okay."
Meanwhile...
"Hmm-mm!" Pooh giggled like the little laundry detergeant bear with the blanket. Oh wait, no, I'm thinking of the Pilsbury Doughboy. Sorry about that. "Something's tickling me in a very tickly place." With that, he was shoved out of Rabbit's house's hole and flew head-first into a jar of honey that happened to be innocently sitting there.
"First my vegetable patch and now this..." Rabbit muttered like a wife or something. He and Sora were looking at Pooh from the entrance of his house. He walked off, still murmuring things.
Sora decided to go see Pooh. Haha. Pooh.
"Oh, bother," Pooh sighed. "Where am I? It's awfully dark in... wherever I may be. But, I suppose it isn't too bad. At least there's plenty of honey..."
"So, you got your honey," Sora said, smiling warmly at Pooh. "That's great, Pooh."
"Oh yes," Pooh said, turning his head in the totally opposite direction of where Sora was standing. Sora turned him the right way. "Oh. Well, if it weren't for you, I don't think I'd ever have this honey!"
"You're welcome."
With that, Sora left the little pop-up he was in, and moved onto the next.
"Look, Pooh," said Piglet, pointing a stubby hand at something floating down a crik. By 'crik' I mean 'small flowing body of water', aka a stream. Geez. "Something is floating this way."
"I believe you are correct, Piglet," Pooh said, looking as well. "What ever could it be?" As the something approached, they saw a familiar donkey friend. "Oh, why... it looks like Eeyore! Hello, Eeyore, if it is you."
"Hello, Pooh," sighed Eeyore in that depressed way. "Yes, it's me. Eeyore. Could you pull me out? Not that you want to. You don't really have to, you know. Only if you feel up to it. Not that you would."
"Well, aren't you a little ray of sunshine?" Sora asked, fishing Eeyore out of the crik.
"Thank you, Pooh. Thank you, other you." Eeyore sighed. "You know, floating out there, it seemed like something was missing. And it still feels that way. It always does."
"GASP!" gasped Piglet. "Eeyore's tail is gone!"
"Oh no!" Pooh and Sora said, slapping their cheeks in surprise.
"Is that what's missing, Eeyore?" Piglet asked with the utmost concern in his voice.
"Hmm... maybe."
"Lost something?" said a familiar voice. They all turned to their left. But no, nobody was there. So they turned to their right, where Owl was patiently waiting for them to finish turning to their right. "Searching from a high place is a great way to find something!"
"Can you do it, Mr. Owl?" Sora asked with a naïve look.
"Hmm... Let's see... I'm an owl... we're nocturnal... NO, I cannot. My eyesight in the light is next to horrible," Owl said, sounding somewhat cranky. His wings twitched a little bit. "BUT, I can offer good advice. You see, there is a swing up there--" He indicated it by nodding toward it. "--which you're too big for..."
"Are you calling me fat?" Sora asked with a 'WELL' look.
"Not at all, boy! I was just commenting on how... tall you were," Owl lied.
"Oh, well if that's all..."
A few minutes later...
"Okay, Pooh's in the swing," Sora said. "What do we do now, Mr. Owl?"
"We push Pooh... OUT of the swing."
Sora raised his eyebrows. "Huh? Push him out? After he just got in?"
"Exactly."
"That makes no sense!"
"It doesn't have to," Owl said, then cleared his throat. "First, get ready to push." Sora did so. "Then, just give Pooh a good push--and OFF he goes!"
Indeed, Sora had pushed Pooh so violently out of the swing that the bear had lost his grip and seating and was sent flying, a yellow-and-red mass of... limbs and such, I guess. They watched him go in awe, but this was cut short as he landed on a small tent-shaped pile of sticks that fortunately or not cushioned his fall.
Of course, him being a stuffed bear and all, he probably felt nothing.
Then again... refer to Chapter Seven's idea on logic in SquareEnix games.
Eeyore looked slightly to his side, where his tail was. "Oh, it was just in my house all this time." He was silent for a moment, then sighed. "Oh well. Guess that was all for nothing."
Sora glared down at them. "This world is enraging me more and more by the second." But he jumped off the hill anyway, and ran over to where Pooh and Eeyore were standing, then helped Eeyore re-attach his tail.
"How's it looking?" Pooh asked, trying to see what Sora was doing.
"There we go!" Sora said, backing up and surveying his work.
"I know it's not much of a tail, but it's mine," Eeyore sighed in a very depressed way. "Thanks everyone."
"I wish we could put the Hundred Acre Wood back the way it used to be, too!" Pooh lamented randomly.
Sora then left to some other place.
The other place in question was a bunch of tree stumps in the middle of a clearing.
"This here is my bouncin' spot," Tigger said to a small kangaroo with a blue shirt. "We can bounce around here all day!"
"Nothing beats bouncin'!" the small kangaroo said enthusiastically, nodding in agreement.
Tigger turned to Sora. "You wanna bounce too, Sora? It's lotsa fun!"
Lotsa fun, huh? Sora thought. He looked thoughtful, then made an excited face. "Okay!"
"To bounce with the finest, you'll need some pointers from the finest," the kangaroo--Roo--said matter-of-factly.
Owl landed on a nearby tree-stump.
Roo pointed at him with a look. "You're not the finest!" he said.
"Oh, believe me," Owl sighed. "I know, I know. I can't bounce with my razor-sharp talons that extend from my stubby-yet-muscular legs that are used to pick up vermin like you."
Roo cringed and hid behind Sora's legs.
Tigger tapped Sora on the arm. "This way, please!" he said, then bounced off. Roo followed, then Sora did, too. They came to the group of stumps, and Tigger turned toward them. "Do as I do." He and Roo jumped onto the stumps and bounced in a pattern.
"A-ha! A memory challenge? Pishaw, I can remember ANYTHING!" Sora said, pounding his chest proudly.
"When's your birthday?" Roo asked.
"That's easy! It's August... umm... no... July? Oh crap! I forgot my birthday again!" Sora said, stomping on the ground.
"Just jump, kiddo," Tigger said.
Sora did just that, almost perfectly.
"Now we'll mix it up," Tigger told him, then Tigger and Roo did a more complex bounce routine.
Sora copied it... again.
"Wow! You're catchin' on fast, Sora!" Tigger said. Then he narrowed his eyes as he got a major close-up. "But now you'll have to face our Olympic Bouncin' Routine. Roo! Alpha Formation XYZ!" He and Roo did a high-five and proceeded to do the most professional-looking bouncing combination that the world had ever seen.
Sora looked lost and confused. So he pointed in a random direction and shouted, "Hey, look over there!" then ran away to the next pop-up story.
"What are you doing, Pooh?" he asked Pooh, as they both stood on the muddy path.
"Shh!" Pooh shushed him. "Quiet, or they'll get away!"
"Who's 'they'?" Sora whispered.
"The people who took everyone away," Pooh said, indicating the footprints in the mud. "See these footprints? We were sticking together to make sure no one got lost again. But then, I saw some footprints that needed following. Then I turned around, and everyone was gone! Bad people must've taken them away... You can only imagine my inner turmoil and pain."
Sora was looking at the stubby footprints. "Umm, Pooh, these footprints look like... I think they're... uhh, never mind. Let's go look for your friends." He turned to his left, where Eeyore was blatantly inside of a bush. "Hey, Eeyore! Whatcha doin'?"
"Lookin' for sticks for my new house," Eeyore drawled.
"Sticks for your house?" Sora looked around at the cavernous shrubbery they were in. "This place already feels like a house... Why don't you just live here? You get free food." He laughed inwardly at his funny. "Seems like a great spot to gather everyone once we find them."
With that, Sora left the bush and rounded up Pooh's lost buddies.
Some time later...
"I'm so glad that we're all together again," Piglet said. They were all gathered on a hill on a starry night, sitting on a comfortable log. "I never know what to do when I'm alone..."
"Aw, Piglet, you gotta be brave!" Tigger said, patting the piglet on the back.
Piglet looked up at Tigger. "W-weren't you lonely at all?"
"Naw," Tigger scoffed. "I'm a Tigger! The most wonderful thing about Tiggers is I'm the only one!" he recited in a sing-song voice. "But, I admit... friends are awfully fun, too!"
"Think, think," Pooh said, tapping his temple.
"Hey, Pooh, what are you thinking about now?" Sora asked.
"Oh, I'm just thinking about what to think about," Pooh replied.
Sora gave him a 'wtf' look. "Umm... okay... Well, I better be going." He hopped off the log and started to walk away.
"Sora, where are you going?" Piglet asked.
"I'm gonna go look for my friends. They're waiting for me."
"Bounce on back now, y'hear?" Tigger called.
"I hope you find your friends!" Piglet said.
They all started waving good-bye to him.
Pooh smiled and said, "Don't ever forget... We'll always be here. If you'd like to visit again, that is."
Sora smiled warmly, then snickered. "Pooh..." He struggled to keep a straight face, then left the book, where a cover had been made: It was of Sora, Pooh, Tigger, and Piglet walking down a road.
"So how was it?" Donald asked.
"Huh? Oh. It was... interesting..." Sora said, then shook his head. "Well! Let's get going!"
TO BE CONTINUED!