A/N: Hello guys. It's almost gonna be 12:00 here and Christmas is apparently going to be over on our side of the planet. Though its probably still morning in America, so thought I'd make another Christmas update you know, to make up for the Cliffhanger. You need not really wait long to be honest. Anyway, thanks for the positive feedback for my fanfic so far. It's actually funny how I call it feedback and not review. To be honest, most reviews I get are feedbacks, which is great. Then there are the people who do make a review. I'm actually a bit afraid of those people because they really disect your story like a frog, but it's cool to get them once in a while. Again, thanks for the positive feedback and Merry Christmas once more =)

Chapter 5: Somnambulism

Rhino opened the door gently and went inside the room, but no one was there to greet him. The computer, was oddly on, but he could have sworn he heard Bolt here.

He slowly climbed his way back up to the computer and noticed the screen was still on the game. "That's odd. Where did Bolt go?" He wondered. Then somehow he felt that he was not alone. A big swoosh ran across from the table to the bed. It was so fast he could not find time to react. "Bolt, is that you?" Another swoosh, this time at his far left. He tried to look at the figure, but his head was too slow. "Cut it out Bolt, I'm serious." Another swoosh. This one felt closer. "Bolt, you can stop now." Rhino slowly backed his way toward the door. He finally reached it, but as he opened the door, he was surprised to see Bolt just outside. "Hey Bolt. How's it going?" Bolt was unfazed. He did not mutter a word. Silence was his response. Rhino slowly tried to leave the room, when Bolt suddenly spoke. "Target acquired." He pointed towards Rhino. Rhino looked back, but wish he had not when he saw Bolt running full speed with his four legs. "Oh boy."

He ran as fast as he could to the stairs down to the kitchen. Bolt followed with lightning quick movement. He is Bolt afterall. "I'm gonna get you zombie!" Bolt stopped for a moment beside a table with a vase, before heading off to the living room. Unknown to him, Rhino hid inside the vase. "Okay, maybe he has gotten a little too far with the computer." He suddenly felt violent shaking. Bolt found where he was. "I know you're in there zombie." Bolt suddenly dropped the vase which shattered to the ground, revealing the rodent. Bolt put his paw over Rhino's belly, effectively immobilizing him. "Any last words zombie? If at all, you have any brains."

"Bolt, it's me, Rhino! I'm your partner." He tried to convince him, even looking through his eyes but something was not right, he did not even seem to listen. "Wait a minute." He then noticed something odd about Bolt and his eyes gave it all away. Apparently, his eyes were not so focused on him. Though it was not obvious, it seemed like it was slightly moving left and right in an almost rhythmic way when he was close to his face. Rhino waved his hand left to right wondering if he would even notice, but he just faced at him. It then occurred to him what just happened.

…we've got a new generation of people who stay up late playing computer games all night…

… sleep disorders can we expect from…

… rising in the country…

… insomnia, sleep terrors, somnambulism…

… somnambulism…

"That word seems familiar." He murmured.

… somnambulism… somnambulism… somnambulism…

"Some-man… Sun man… So-whatbullism."

… somnambulism… It's sleep walking genius!

"Wait, did I just imagine…?"

"Rhino, heads up!" Mittens suddenly appeared from nowhere bumping Bolt off his paws, freeing Rhino. Bolt hit the table, which knocked over, dropping the lamp that was on it.

"Mittens, you saved me." Mittens looked at Bolt, who was now back up. "No time for thanking. Just hope in." Rhino jumped over Mittens' back and the two were off in a wild cat-dog chase, knocking some stuff along over the kitchen and the living room, the kitchen again. Rhino was pleased that the magic box remained unaffected. Mittens was finally losing steam. "I don't get it. That dog doesn't seem to get tired no matter how fast we run."

"Uhh… Mittens…"

"And why is he chasing us like this? I mean, doesn't he recognize us?"

"Mittens, there really is something you need to know."

"And why am I even letting you ride? I don't like you that much."

"Okay, that was uncalled for cat. But you were right, I guess something is a little bit off with Bolt."

"Gee, ya' think."

"Yes, but Bolt needs our help."

"Excuse me? Bolt is chasing us like we were his favorite chew toy. I'm pretty sure we're the ones that need savin' right now."

"You don't understand. Bolt is sleepwalking."

"Sleepwalking! He's doing some pretty fast sprints. I think sleepwalking is an understatement. And why in the world is he sleepwalking!"

"He must have dosed off while playing." He said. "What do we do now?"

Mittens thought hard passing through the front door. "I got an idea. But we need to split. Keep him busy for me."

"What?" But it was too late. Mittens dropped Rhino to the ground as she head toward the pet entrance to go outside.

"Thanks for leaving me to die, cat!" He said running for his life. His tiny legs were no match for Bolt's. He then thought of something that may just save his life. He ran to the stairs. To his surprise and joy, his ball was still there. He quickly made his way to the ball which he got in just in time before Bolt got to him. The ball was not closed though so he could accidentally slip and fall to the hole outside. Bolt tried to grab hold of the ball with his mouth. It was a good thing that this was as close as Bolt could get to Rhino. Rhino was safe.

"Hey Wags." Mittens was now back in the house. Bolt squeezed on the ball which slipped, rocketing to the ceiling fan.

"Look what I got." Mittens said revealing an old past time toy, the stick, but Bolt did not seem faze and was ready to charge to Mittens. "So that's how you want to play, huh?"

As Bolt was charging towards her, she threw the stick with all her might to whack Bolt in the head. It stopped him for a while as it knocked him out. "Always wanted to do that." Bolt slowly got back up and Mittens approached him. "Bolt? You awake?"

Bolt slowly looked at Mittens. "Target acquired." Mittens pulled herself back to the living room. "That must be one deep sleep you're in, huh Bolt?" She slowly stepped back cornered. Bolt was now in the middle of the room, ready to pounce on Mittens. Suddenly, Mittens heard small creaking noises. She looked up seeing Rhino was unscrewing the last bolt holding the ceiling fan in place. "This is going to hurt me more, than it's going to hurt you." The last bolt was unscrewed, leaving the fan plummeting down with Rhino on top of Bolt.

WHACK!

After the dust settled, Rhino emerged from the wreckage to meet with Mittens. "Hey Rhino, glad you made it out alive."

"You too cat."

They then heard movement from the ceiling fan wreckage. Bolt had slowly emerged from the fallen fan. The two were stunned and they did not come close after what just happened.

Bolt was limping towards Rhino and Mittens. He had several bruises, a badly fractured left back paw. He even seemed to have gotten a huge bump on his forehead and a black red right eye. Rhino and Mittens were now afraid as he walked closer. Was that not enough?

"Mittens? Rhino?… ow… what the… ow… heck happened?"

"You were sleepwalking." Rhino replied.

He tried to feel his forehead with his right paw. "Ow, my head hurts."

Moments later, the three pets were now still in the living room as they watched some good old-fashioned cartoons, enjoying some laughs, but Bolt was not laughing. Though Bolt had adjusted to the pain, he did not feel good after what had happened. "Mittens?"

"Yeah, Bolt?" She asked.

"I… uh… you were right. I let that game take over my life and… and I nearly brought you guys in danger. I should've been more careful. I…"

"It's okay, Wags. Rhino and I are just happy that you're back to your old self."

Bolt smiled. "Thanks."

"No problemo. Just promise you won't go near that computer again."

"Mittens, I don't think I'll be going anywhere near the computer for a long time."

"Good. Now let's just watch some television, shall we?"

The three just watched television, when Penny and her mom came home and entered the front door.

"What in the world!" Penny's mom yelled.

Apparently, the house was still the disaster stricken area that they had left it.

"Bolt, Mittens, Rhino, did you do this?" Penny's mom raised her voice in sheer surprise.

Mittens and Rhino both looked at Bolt. "Do it." Mittens said. Bolt nodded. He slowly hopped to the ground in pain limping towards the two. "Mom, Bolt's hurt."

"Bolt's hurt? What about the house!"

Bolt then dropped both his ears and looked up just ever so slightly with those puppy eyes. Coupled with the broken leg and the bruised eye, it was pure epic. "The dog face at its finest." Mittens said.

Penny's mom looked at it and could not resist. "[sigh] Figures. Let's just take the dog to the vet."

Penny smiled as they picked poor Bolt up and headed back to the car.

A/N: Sigh. Funny how this fic is almost over as soon as it started =(. If only it could go on forever. One more chapter to go! Thanks for sticking on to me up to this point =).