Chapter Ten

Abu's POV

Tracking devices, BUDs, and of course the hidden camera, all these in my tiny vest. If Aladdin found out I decided to help the enemy and set up the whole blockade, he would never forgive me. Or maybe he would once he realized how lame he's being, but I doubted it.

Grenades?" Aladdin asked, as if I had just said that they were all armed with deadly pillows and dancing socks.

"Aren't you gunna ask how I survived?" This was my finest moment and the silly human didn't seem to care.

"Not really," he said. He had walked across the room to the stereo and was now flipping through Tink's CDs. "Hey, do you want this one," and he held out TFK, "or this one?" "Aladdin held out Breaking Benjamin with his other hand.

"Um, TFK," I answered. Given the choice between TFK and Breaking Benjamin, TFK will always win. Aladdin on the other hand, would forever be in the constant battle between which was the better band.

"Oh, Abu, you're back," said Tink, as she walked out of the kitchen with two shakes. She gave Aladdin one of them, put the other on the small coffee table, then turned to me.

"Would you like a shake? I have chocolate or I have strawberry."

My eyes grew, my tongue hit the floor, and my tail went completely vertical with the floor. Maybe this was heaven, perhaps this was the right side. Peter had never offered me yummy food.
"Strawberry with a bit of chocolate."

"Abu!" Aladdin yelled.

"Please," I grumbled, glaring at him.

"Say it nice or I'll kick you out," he warned.

Then with a smile on my face, and batting my lashes, I asked, "Please?"

Captain Hook's POV

"Well?"

My first mate and Mr. Smee were in front of me, huge smiles in place, and their eyebrows pleading with me, their arms behind their backs. There was no two ways about it. They were here to tell me bad news.

Always bad news, never any good news! It's always the same old story of Mr. Twinkle Toes outsmarting and outwitting us while having a huge laugh attack and ridiculing the captain every time.

"Well!" I said louder, but still keeping myself composed. I started rubbing my hook with my remaining hand.

"Well, Mr. Captain, Sir," started my plump little buoy. "Me and Starkey were doin' what you said for us to do." His face started to get red.

"Go on," I urged, getting more anxious by the second.

"Well," continued Sparkey or whatever his name was, "We booby-trapped Pan's place."

"It's perfect, a piece of art, a fluffy teddy of happiness…"

"Smee, are you done?" I hissed. My reply was silence. I rather like that reply.

"And we did the same to all the places we thought that fairy…"

"Pixy," corrected Smee.

"Yeah, that would go."

"Then, what is the problem, may I ask." When would the bomb explode? Did Pan detect them? Did he and his outlaw band of thieves skip joyfully away from my ingenious plan while conspiring a greater and much more practical trap for me?

"Well, there was an unforeseen problem," Smee said, his face getting even redder. He looked like a giant red balloon that was about to pop.

"What unforeseen problem!" Now I was starting to lose my composure.

"Tell him," whispered Sparkey or was it Stocky, or maybe Todd?

"I told him last time," hissed back Smee.

"Tell him," said my first mate, pushing my plump right-hand man in the ribs with his elbow. Smee used his elbows to poke him in the kidney. And pretty soon they were fully fledged in a battle of the elbows.

"Tell me what!" I roared, my face now pure red. I even think my hook had a red tinge to it.

"There's a monkey!" they shouted together.

"A what?" I asked, quietly, my self-control back, if only for a moment.

"A…a monkey," Smee stuttered.

"A monkey?" I asked, once more. Could this really be what my pirates are capable of? Being beaten by a monkey?

Instead of a yes, both Smee and my much taller first mate nodded their heads.

"What, did this monkey have magical powers?"

"Um, not that we know of, Captain, Sir."

"THEN HOW IS IT A PROBLEM!"

The two things that I try and try day and night to make pirates out of started to shrink into each other. I picked up Smee with my hook so we were eye to eye.

"How is a monkey a problem?" I asked calmly.

"He, he had…had…"

"HE HAD WHAT!"

"BUDs!" shrieked Smee, my saliva dripping down his face. Gross, but that's what a real pirate is. Gross.

"BUDs?"

"Bomb –like things," cried Smee, trying to pull himself up so he wouldn't choke, but failing desperately.

"So, you're saying that a monkey with, bomb-like things presents a potential problem that is, in fact, unforeseen by me?"

They both nodded.

Just as I had put Smee back onto the deck, a noise shot through me.

Snap…Snap

"Smee! It's back! Save me," I cried, flinging myself into Smee's arms.

"It's alright, Captain. It's not gunna hurt you." Smee walked to the edge of the dock, me hiding behind the main mast. "Shoo, go away now. You're scaring the captain."

Snap…Snap

"I said go away now. You interrupted the captain from yelling at us. Shoo!"

"Why," I sobbed, "why must it always be me? I am NOT a codfish!"