Part 2
Dopey tried to have fun at the fair with the rest of the dwarves, but he just couldn't. All he could think about was his recent loss.
He was at the ring toss. Instead of tossing the ring at the bottles, he just looked at it.
"Dopey," Grumpy told him. "What are you doing? You're supposed to throw the ring and let it land around the neck of a bottle." Dopey didn't budge. "Dopey?" Dopey threw the ring down onto the ground, and walked away. "Dopey!"
"I think we should go home now, men." Doc said. The dwarves nodded and they all walked home after Dopey.
A week passed and Dopey hadn't whistled once. This made the dwarves worry.
"I can't believe I'm saying this." Grumpy said one morning at breakfast. "but I miss Dopey's constant whistling."
"Poor Dopey." Bashful said. "That loss to that little girl really upset him."
"And he is always late for breakfast these days." Doc put in. Just then, Dopey came down the stairs. All of the Dwarves looked at him.
"Mornin' Dopey!" Happy greeted. "How are you today?" Dopey didn't respond. He just ran to the door.
"Dopey!" Doc said. "Where are you going? You need to eat." But Dopey opened the door, and ran outside, shutting the door shut behind him. "Dopey!" Happy got up, finished with his meal.
"I got this." He told his fellow workers and friends. After putting his stuff away and washing and drying his hands, he grabbed his banjo.
"You're not going to sing to him, are you?" Grumpy asked. Happy looked at him.
"I might." He answered, and went outside. Grumpy sighed.
"Well, at least we won't be there to hear it."
"Good luck!" Sneezy said.
"Good luck!" Sleepy echoed with a yawn. The other dwarves shouted their 'good luck's to him and resumed eating.
Happy found Dopey by the stream, sitting on a rock. A bird flew down by him and a fawn came by. They both were worried after Dopey didn't pet and interact with them like he oftentimes did.
"Dopey? Can I talk to you?" Happy asked him. Dopey didn't respond so Happy went by him. The bird flew away and the fawn went back into the woods after a deer called, possibly its mother. "Dopey, I don't like seeing you like this. You got to cheer up. Come on, don't let this defeat get you down." After Dopey didn't budge, Happy grabbed his banjo. "I knew I'd need this. You just listen to this Dopey; this'll cheer you up in no time." He strummed the instrument and began his song.
"Don't give up, Dopey." He sang.
"Don't you turn into Mr. Mopey
It doesn't matter if you lose or win
You should feel proud of yourself
Because you're always a winner to us!
Now let me see your grin!
When you try your best
Even if it's a hard test
When it's all done
It only matters if you had fun!
Oh, it only matters if you had…FUNNNNNNNNNNN!
Yeah!" Happy put his banjo away when done.
"Well Dopey?" He asked. "How do you feel now? That song cheered you up?" Dopey just stood up and walked away. Happy was confused. "Huh? Dopey?" He scratched his chin.
"Hmmm, that usually works. It made me feel better!" He strummed his banjo and played it on the way back into the cottage.
"Did it work?" Bashful asked as Happy came back inside. Happy shook his head.
"Nope!"
"Huh, I wonder why. It usually does."
"It doesn't." Grumpy said. "Not to me at least."
"He'll just need a little more time." Doc said. "He'll get over this sooner or later."
"Are you sure about that?" Grumpy asked him. "It's been a week, and he's not over it."
"Well, no, but I'm sure he's going to forget about this loss any day now." Grumpy sighed and rolled his eyes.
"You believe what you want to, but I don't think so."
Another week passed, and Dopey was still in the dumps.
"You still think that Dopey is going to get over it?" Grumpy asked Doc as the dwarves worked in the mine. Doc put down his axe and went to the still melancholy Dopey.
"Come on, Dopey." Doc said to him. "It was just a contest; you can't let it get to you." He then had an idea. He looked at the other dwarves.
"I have an idea, men. Take a break, and let's go to a restaurant." The dwarves agreed, except Sleepy who yawned.
"Can't we just go to sleep?" Sleepy asked.
"You can sleep after we return home." Grumpy said. Sleepy yawned again, but followed after them. Dopey followed too, but slowly.
After they had put their working supplies away, they headed to the restaurant.
As they sat at a table, Lord Starchbottom came out on the nearby stage. He talked into the mike.
"Ladies and gentlemen," He began. "Queen Delightful!" Everyone cheered as he left the stage and the queen came on. Beside her were the Glooms in their disguises and Sir Yipsalot. Squire Peckington was with the queen in her crown.
"Hey, it's that girl from the whistling contest!" Happy said. "I wonder what they're doing here." The queen cleared her throat.
"Ladies and gentlemen," she began. "The winner of the whistling contest, Samantha Glee has decided to give you an encore performance right here in this restaurant!" There were cheers and claps all around as Hilda, as Samantha Glee, came on stage.
"Uh, I have to use the bathroom." Bashful said and got out of his seat. "I'll be right back." The dwarf then went off towards the bathroom.
As he went, he saw the gramophone though the open door from backstage. The dwarf looked at it, curious.
"What's a gramophone doing here?" He wondered out loud. He then saw Grim cranked the arm on it. Bashful gasped.
"Grimwald Gloom! What's he doing here?" He then heard the whistling coming from the machine. "Hey, that sounds like that little girl, Samantha." He thought this might be suspicious, so he went behind the open door, and spied on Grim.
When the whistling was over, he saw the arm stop on the gramophone and the gramophone stopped. Bashful then could hear loud cheers and applause from the audience and Sir Yipsalot yipped. He then saw Samantha appear, going toward Grim.
That's funny. Bashful thought. I wonder why Samantha is going towards Grim.
"Nice job, my cupcake." He heard Grim say.
"Thank you." He heard the little girl reply. Then what happened next really made Bashful gasp. The disguised Hildy transformed herself back into her witchy self.
"Hildy Gloom!" Bashful said to himself. Hildy patted the gramophone.
"It's thanks to this gramophone that I won." Hildy said.
"Well, actually it's the record inside it that you should be thanking." Grim told her. Hildy shrugged.
"Well, I won either way."
"True, but for the record, it's the record." Queen Delightful then called for Samantha.
"Well, I have to go." She transformed into the eight-year old. "My public awaits." She then exited the room.
I have to tell the others. Bashful told himself. And with that, he ran to his friends.
"Guys, guys!" Bashful shouted to his friends. The dwarves, except Sleepy who had fallen asleep, head on table, looked at him. Happy smiled.
"Hey, Bashful!" He greeted. "You missed it; man, is Samantha Glee good!"
"That's not Samantha." Bashful told them.
"Oh yeah?" Grumpy challenged. "If it isn't Samantha, then who is it?"
"It's Hildy Gloom." The 7D gasped.
"How do you know about this, Bashful?" Doc questioned.
"On my way to the bathroom, I saw Grim and a gramophone through a door that lead backstage. He turned it on and whistling came out. When he turned it off, the audience clapped and cheered. The Glooms cheated!"
"Well then, come on!" Grumpy urged. "Go tell them; the Glooms mustn't get away with this! If it weren't for them, Dopey would've won!"
"Me? Why should I tell them?"
"Because you're the one who saw it. Now, get on stage and tell them the news."
"Okay, but I have to go to the bathroom first." This shocked Grumpy.
"What? I thought you went."
"No, I didn't; when I saw the gramophone, I came right here."
"Okay, whatever, just go do your business, and then tell them!" Bashful let out a salute.
"Roger. Grumpy!" He then went off.
When he came back, he didn't go on stage right away, instead he went to the table where his friends were.
"Bashful!" Grumpy cried. "What are you doing here? The stage's over there!" Bashful blushed.
"Can one of your guys tell them for me?" He asked. Grumpy folded his arms across his chest.
"Sorry Bashful, but you saw it, therefore you should do it. You need to learn how to do these things for yourself." Bashful was disappointed.
"O-okay. I guess I can do it by myself."
"You can do it, Bashful!" Happy urged him on.
"Bashful, do you want me to go on with you?" Doc questioned. Bashful looked hopeful.
"Oh, would you?" He asked. Doc smiled.
"Sure, but you still have to tell them." Bashful smiled.
"Thank you!" Grumpy sighed as Doc got down from his seat. Then, together, the two dwarves went towards the stage.
"Ladies and gentlemen," Doc said into the mike. Everyone quieted down and looked at them.
"Ooh, Bashful and Doc are on stage." Queen Delightful said. "I wonder what they're doing up there." The queen and Lord Starchbottom sat at a table and looked at the two dwarves. Sir Yipsalot jumped up in the queen's lap, and laid down.
"Bashful has an announcement to make." All eyes were now on Bashful.
"Oh, Bashful has an announcement." Delightful said. "Let's hear what he has to say." Doc urged his shy friend on.
"Come on Bashful, no need to be shy. You got this." Bashful looked at the audience.
"Uh, uh, hi." He lamely said.
"Oh, he just wanted to say hi." Delightful said. "That's nice." Bashful looked at Grumpy who glared at him. He turned around to look at Doc, who urged him on. Bashful sighed, looked at the audience, and cleared his throat.
"The Glooms cheated!" He told the audience in the mike. They all, except the 7D, gasped. "Hildy and Grim have a gramophone and they played a piece of someone whistling, making you all think it was Hildy Gloom."
"Uh, I have a question." Lord Starchbottom said. "How did the Glooms cheat? They weren't even in the contest."
"Yeah, how did they?" Delightful wanted to know. "They can't cheat if they're not here, can they?"
"But, they were there! They were disguised as Samantha Glee and her dad."
"Who was disguised as whom?" But the queen's question wasn't answered for that it was when the Glooms as the Glees, came onstage. Grim snatched the mike from Bashful.
"I don't know what this dwarf is talking about." Grim said into the mike.
"Yeah!" Hildy added, nudging Grim so he could give her the microphone. "Besides, how can that witch pose as me? Isn't she like 100 years old?"
"You're 100, Hildy?" Grim asked her in a whisper. "I thought you were…"
"Shh!" Hildy hissed at Grim. "I'm just staying in character."
"Oh!" Grim was confused again. "Eight –year- old girls think you're 100 years old?" Hildy sighed.
"I'm telling the truth." Bashful continued to the audience. "The Glooms disguised themselves as the Glees, and Hildy cheated by pretending to whistle, but it was really a whistle recording on a gramophone." Everyone burst out in laughs. "Come on; I'm not making this up! Somebody must believe me!"
"BOOOOO!" Someone shouted, throwing a tomato at him. Bashful dodged it. "GET OFF THE STAGE!" More boos came from the audience and more tomatoes were thrown at him. They were so fast, that he couldn't dodge them all. He slipped on one and fell; tomato stains now all over his face. He sighed.
"Poor, Bashful." Sneezy said in his seat. "He doesn't deserve to have tomatoes thrown at him."
"Yeah," Grumpy agreed. "And what a waste of tomatoes too." Dopey hated seeing this, his friend was trying to help him, but nobody was believing him.
"I feel bad for Bashful." The queen said from her seat. "Tomatoes are meant to be eaten, not thrown."
"Serves him right." Starchbottom said, getting ready to throw a tomato. "He's making a fool of himself up there." He threw his tomato.
"And where did we get all of these tomatoes? I don't remember having all of these tomatoes."
"Trust me, Queen Delightful. We do." He picked up another tomato and threw it up at Bashful.
"You stink, you stink!" Squire Peckington squawked.
"Squire Peckington!" The queen scolded the parrot. "No crackers for you." She looked at Starchbottom."I have always wondered. Are tomatoes fruit or vegetables?"
"I think technically they're fruit but they're categorized as vegetables."
"Oh."
"Psst, Bashful!" Doc whispered to him. "Do you have evidence to back this up?"
"Evidence?" Bashful smiled and jumped to his feet. "Yeah; I do have evidence." He looked at the audience. "Come on everybody; I can prove it!" He gestured everyone to follow him. He left the stage. Everybody got up and followed the dwarf, except Sleepy who remained asleep.
"This better be good." The same person that threw the first tomato said.
"Ooh!" Queen Delightful squealed. "I wonder what Bashful's going to show us." She got up and left. "Come on Starchbottom; come on Sir Yipsalot."
"Comin' your Majesty!" Starchbottom called after her. Sir Yipsalot yipped and both of them went after her.
"Oh, no!" Grim said. "This is terrible! They're going to see the gramophone and know we cheated!"
"No, they won't!" Hildy told him. Grim looked at his wife, confused.
"What do you mean, Hilda?"
"We're witches!"
"Actually, I'm a warlock."
"Quiet! We can simply poof the gramophone home!" Grim beamed at this idea.
"Oh yeah, we can do that! You're brilliant my lovely Hildy." Hildy smiled.
"Why, thank you." She pointed her wand towards backstage, chanted something, and they heard a 'poof!' She grabbed her hubby's hand. "Now come on let's see how they like Bashful now." She pulled him backstage.
Bashful looked around for the gramophone, but couldn't find it. Everyone caught up to him.
"Where is it?" The man from earlier asked. Bashful looked at them all and shrugged.
"I don't know." He replied. "But it was here earlier, I swear!"
"Yeah, right!" He looked at his wife beside him. "Come on, honey, let's not waste another minute with this lunatic!" Everyone groaned and went away.
"But, but…" Bashful said. "It was here." He then sighed. "Oh, why doesn't anyone believe me?"
"Don't worry, Bashful." Happy spoke. "We believe you." Bashful looked at him, hopeful.
"Really?"
"Sure!"
"Thanks, that makes me feel so much better!"
Everybody was going home, including the 7D (Grumpy had woken up Sleepy.). Bashful heard something and looked up. He gasped as he saw the Glooms fly above on their brooms. He looked at his friends.
"GUYS' GUYS! LOOK; IN THE SKY!" But, nobody heard him. "Guys?" He then turned determined. He knew what to do. As his friends were going home, Bashful separated from them, and ran after the Glooms.