Song Drabble 18
Yellow Submarine
Sora sighed and slumped into the gummi ship's pilot seat. "That was…"
"Interestin'," Goofy offered, taking his own seat.
"Actually, I was thinking more like "really weird.'"
"Where were we?" Donald groused.
"Good question." Sora leaned back and stared at the ceiling as if it held all the answers.
That world had certainly been…well, the only word for it was bizarre. It had reminded Sora of Wonderland when they'd first arrived – plants and flowers everywhere, intense colors, and an inherent loopy quality that had him thinking that anything at all could happen and made him believe it would.
Things got absolutely crazy when the world's inhabitants showed up. They all sang. And danced. And played instruments. And did nothing else. It was like being stuck in a musical.
And there wasn't any Heartless or Nobody problem at all. Sure, the people told him – sang to him, actually – about things called Blue Meanies, but evidently they'd been defeated by those selfsame people singing at them.
Which, now that Sora thought about it, wasn't really all that surprising.
All in all, the whole experience had a surreal quality that made Sora question whether he'd been dreaming, and if he had been, what he'd eaten before falling asleep.
"So," Sora said experimentally, testing the conversational atmosphere in the gummi ship. "They seemed…happy."
"Yup," Goofy agreed. "In fact, they were so happy they didn't need our help at all!"
Donald finally caught on. "So we really shouldn't stay in their world any longer than we have to."
"Exactly." Sora turned the ship around and shot it out of that world just as fast as it would go.
There was, he reflected, such a thing as too much happy.