The fairy godmother – Cinderella's fairy godmother, to be precise – observed each of the bubbles. It was a great mystery how the stories collided and changed, but she knew the truth well at hand. Something was amiss and it needed to be resolved. Her finger reached for one of the bubbles, which appeared between an orb and a soap bubble, but dared not to. All would reveal itself in time.

"Now," she told the bubble, revealing a cricket, "let's see where your story leads. Oh!" Her breath moved the cricket over to another storybook. "Snow White. Why… did my breath do that?"

…

"Well, I'll be," said the green cricket, wearing a tuxedo and a top hat. Normally, he wouldn't mind being in a story. But having been blown by a strange wind over to a book about Snow White wasn't what he planned at all. Then again… "Well, if ol' Jiminy Cricket's gonna be a good conscious, then I must help this poor girl." He opened the hardbound leather book and stepped inside…

The book slammed shut behind him. Jiminy looked around. No. He was stuck inside the book, swirling through a grey vortex, and landed splat on the ground. He was in front of a castle. And there was the young lady with hair as black as ebony, skin white as snow and lips as red as blood. Jiminy rubbed his eyes a few times, smiling afterwards.

"Well, as I live and breathe. It's Snow White," Jiminy said, bounding from one corner to the next. "Well, I'd better go and talk to her. Say! Hello. I'm Jiminy Cricket."

"A talking cricket?" Snow giggled fruitfully. "Well, isn't this a surprise!"

"Child!" said the queen with her hair hidden under hood, her robes and dress in purple, and her crown so gold that Jiminy could not believe his eyes.

"There's a queen for you," Jiminy said to the audience.

"Child," the queen spoke in a pleasant voice. "Why don't you go out and pick wildflowers?"

"Oh yes, stepmother," Snow said, running off.

"Now – it's very – difficult – to talk – and walk!" Jiminy said, holding onto Snow's shoulder.

"What was that?" Snow asked.

"Now you seem like an all right sort, but that queen is up to something," Jiminy said, pointing his finger behind him.

"The queen," Snow was confused. "She's been the best stepmother I could ever have."

"I don't know, Snow. There's something… evil about her," Jiminy said. He looked at the camera. "I'm telling you, something's off about that queen. And I'm going to find out for myself." He leapt down and charged back towards the castle, if only a blue shoe didn't block his path. "What the… oh. It's the Blue Fairy."

"Jiminy, you know we're in the wrong story," the Blue Fairy said. "You're supposed to be helping Pinocchio."

"I did! I mean, I was about to, but some strange wind blew me here." Jiminy said, frustrated. "And that queen… there's something wrong here."

"Let me move you to the end of the story. You'll see what I mean," the Blue Fairy said, waving her wand.

"See what?" Jiminy asked, if only for a moment. His body moved with the wind… straight through the pages of the book and into the close ending, where a hag dressed in black presented to Snow an apple. "No. I need to stop her—"

"No, no, no," the Blue Fairy said, moving her wand in front of Jiminy. "There's nothing we can do. This must happen for the story to continue… and you see those crocodiles and hippos entering the story just outside the cottage?" She pointed to the window. Indeed, there were crocodiles peering into the cottage, with hippos shoving them away. "They're meant to be in Fantasia, not here."

"So, what are you saying?" Jiminy asked her, confused.

"The stories have meshed together. While the original plot is still the same, the events and characters themselves have shifted a little. Your presence here is what drew Cinderella's fairy godmother to speak to me and to find you, before you ended up sucked into the story, too. The story of Pinocchio isn't complete with you, Jiminy, or me, but we are here in Snow's story," the Blue Fairy explained.

"How do we get out of this story? I just got here," Jiminy said.

"We'll find a way. For now, you must help complete this story," the Blue Fairy said.

No, no, no. Don't finish the story. I want to see what happens…

"Who was that?" Jiminy asked, curious.

"That is Cinderella's fairy godmother," the Blue Fairy said. "And…" Too late. In a whisk of the wind, Jiminy was thrown out of the story by a very strange wind. He landed with a thump on a writing desk, with a very thick book in front of him that was closed. Jiminy looked up. The bookshelves were complete with the same book. How did that happen? He turned around in time to see the Blue Fairy appearing in the room, with her blonde hair, blue winds and blue dress.

"What happened?" Jiminy asked, confused.

"You did exactly as I thought," Cinderella' fairy godmother said, entering the room. "Now we can't reenter the story until all the other stories are fixed. It's a real mess, this is."

"So, let's fix 'em!" Jiminy said.

"You are inquisitive," the Blue Fairy said, smiling.

"Pick a story. We'll see what happens there and what clues they give us," Cinderella's fairy godmother said, waving at the shelf.

"Pick a hard one. Unless… oh my." Jiminy said, saddened now. The story he picked was meshed. It was clear both stories were together, each plot running at the same speed. "How do we fix this mess?"

"Hmm… Harry's Ring," the Blue Fairy said. "Jiminy, I want you to go into this story and see if you can get it separate itself."

"Yes, and this time stay throughout its duration." Cinderella's fairy godmother said. "We don't know what could be lurking inside it."

"Fix the story. Got it!" Jiminy jumped up and peered at the picture with the swirling vortex. He hopped inside a moment later. "Whoa! Where am I? Where… oh my. Wait. I don't say that. Oh no."

"It's begun! Not me too!" Cinderella's fairy godmother spat in annoyance.

"Good luck, Jiminy," the Blue Fairy said, as the book closed.

"I will." Jiminy wandered down the cobbled stone road, unsure what he would face there.