Me: I don't own Treasure Planet, Little Mermaid II: Return to the Sea, Spirit: Stallion of the Cimarron, Lion King, Little Mermaid, Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas, Tarzan, Aladdin, Mulan, Beauty and the Beast, Tangled, Sleeping Beauty, Emperor's New Groove, Cinderella, Pocahontas, Black Cauldron, Princess and the Frog, Hunchback of Notre Dame, Joe Jonas' baby picture, Peter Pan, Sword in the Stone and Hercules.
Note: Everything will be in Jim's POV! Unless I switch it to Melody's POV. Or if it's in normal mode aka no one's POV.
Chapter 1:
Jim's POV:
I was at home with mom and dad when dad wanted to go to the market. On our way to the market, Sarabi had broken her leg so I volunteered to take them there. Dad eventually let me and he placed Sarabi on the cart cart next to him. I ran towards town. "Jimcules, slow down!" Dad said but I was too excited to slow down. "Look out!" He yelled. The hay hit the men.
"Oops! S-s-sorry guys!" I said, looking at them. I didn't hear them yell back.
"Ah!" Dad yelped as I skidded to a stop. I had made a small hole and jumped out. "Thanks, son." Dad said, getting out of the cart. "When Old Sarabi twisted her ankle back there, I thought we were done for." He said.
I lifted the huge haystack up with one hand. "No problem, pop." I said.
"Uh, don't- don't unload just yet. First I have to finagle with Triton." He said.
"Okay." I said and dropped the haystack back onto the cart which sent Sarabi flying into the air. "Oops, sorry, Sarabi." I said.
"Now, Jimcules, this time, please just-" He started.
"I know, I know. Stay by the cart." I said as I caught Sarabi and placed her onto the cart.
"That's my boy." He said as he ruffled my hair then walked away.
I sighed then heard a voice. "Ah..." The voice said. I looked over and I saw someone in trouble. I rushed over. "Oh, my goodness. Whoa!" The person said.
I caught the other side of the huge pot. "Careful!" I said.
The guy sighed. "Why, thank you." He said.
I popped my head out to look at him. "No problem." I said.
"Why, Jimcules, it's-it's you!" He said.
"Let me, let me help you with that." I said but he spun around.
"No, no, no, no, no, I got it. I'm fine, you just run along." He said, balancing the pot.
"You sure?" I asked.
"Oh, yes. Absolutely." He said and closed the curtain.
I walked away then a frisbee landed close by my feet. I picked it up and looked over. "Yo! Give it here!" One of the boys said then he gasped as the three stopped.
"Hey, you need an extra guy?" I asked.
"Uh, sorry, Jim. We already got...five." The kid said, holding four fingers up. "And we want to keep it an even number." He continued, reaching for the frisbee.
"Hey, wait a second. Five isn't an even-" I started but he snatched the frisbee from me and ran off with the two boys.
"What a geek!" One said.
"Destructo boy." Another said.
"Maybe we should call him Jerkules." The third one said.
"Yeah." One said with a laugh. Everyone was walking their separate ways as I was walking to the fountain. I sat down and looked down. "Heads up!" The first one said.
I ran after it. "I-I got it!" I said as I jumped up.
"No! Stop!" The first one said as I flew to a pillar.
Once I hit the pillar, I slid down and it started to shake. "Uh-oh." I said as I got up. I grabbed onto it. "Oh no! It's okay." I said, accidentally swinging it. It hit another one, causing it to fall back and knocked another pillar. The second pillar hit another one and each pillar hit another one, causing all of them to fall. I ran after another set of pillars.
"Son!" Dad yelled.
"Hang on, Pop! Be right back!" I yelled, still running. The two sets of pillars were closing in on the store with the pots. I ran over when I slipped. "Watch out!" I yelled and ran into him. The pots flew up then hit the ground. The pots broke and the pillars fell.
I was on my feet now and I looked around then picked up the frisbee. "Nice catch, Jerkules." The boy said, snatching the frisbee away from me again and walked away.
"Son." My dad said, standing next to me.
We heard a pained muffle cry and looked over to see that the man had his head stuck in a pot and was trying to take it off. He managed to get it off and his face was boiling red with anger. "This is the last straw, Tarzan!" He yelled, breaking the pot in front of us.
"That boy is a menace!" A woman said, pointing at me.
"He's too dangerous to be around normal people!" A man said, pointing at me as well.
The crowd agreed with the man that pointed at me. "He didn't mean any harm, he's just a kid. He-He just can't control his strength." Dad defended politely.
"I am warning you. You keep that-that freak away from here!" The pot man said.
"Freak!" A voice said.
"Yeah, go away!" Another said as everyone walked away. Dad and I walked back to the cart. He got on and I walked us home with my head down. I didn't mean to wreck everything.
We got home and I walked to a tree. I sat down in front of it with my head down. I didn't notice Dad sitting next to me. He put his arms on my shoulders. "Son, you shouldn't let those things they said back there get to you." He said but I got up and looked at him.
"But pop, they're right. I-I am a freak. I try to fit in, I really do." I said then sighed. "I just can't. Sometimes... I feel like, like I really don't belong here. Like I'm supposed to be... someplace else." I continued, looking at the sky.
He stood next to me. "Jimcules, son-" He started but I walked away.
"I know it doesn't make any sense." I said, walking away to a cliff. I picked up a rock and skipped it along the water.
Jim: I have often dreamed of a far off place
Where a great, warm welcome will be waiting for me
Where the crowds will cheer when they see my face
And a voice keeps sayin' this is where I'm meant to be
I will find my way
I can go the distance
I'll be there someday
If I can be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere to feel like I
Belong
It was dark and I walked back to the house when I saw my parents at the door of the house. Mom was holding something in her hands while Dad had her arm around her shoulder. "Jimcules, there's something your mother and I have been meaning to tell ya." He said. I was confused but I walked into the house after them.
I sat down on a bench next to Mom. They explained everything. "But if you found me, then where did I come from? Why was I left here?" I asked.
"This was around your neck when we found you. It's the symbol of the gods." Mom said as I looked at the necklace.
I started smiling as I got up. "This is it! Don't you see? Maybe they have the answers! I'll go to the temple of Sinbad and-" I started then stopped as I looked at my parents. Actually, I looked at the ones that took care of my all this time and went over to them. I touched Mom's hand and put a hand on Dad's back. "Ma, Pop, you're the greatest parents anyone could have, but.. I-I gotta know." I said, looking out the window. Morning came and I was ready to go to the temple of Sinbad for answers. Mom put a blanket around my shoulders and I hugged them then walked away. I stopped for a bit, turned slightly around to face them and waved. They waved back and I walked again.
Jim: I am on my on way
I can go the distance
I don't care how far
Somehow I'll be strong
I know every mile
Will be worth my while
I would go most anywhere to find
Where I belong