Chapter Five

(Hey, y'all!

I just want you to know that this will be Greasy's chapter.

Thanksgiving is coming up and I can hardly wait to spend some time out of school!

There will also be some time for me to write more chapters of this story.

Well…enjoy the story!

-imaginarytoon1)

Greasy:

Boss, Stupid, Psycho, Wheezy, Flasher, Slimy, Sleazy, and I walked down Elias Boulevard, one of the streets of Toon Town, with dog tags around our necks. On each of our tags, there were stars with X's on them, letting other people know that we can't use any object or read any book that involves magic. Yen Sid added another dog tag around my neck; the second dog tag had outlines of human's brain. That shows people that I illegally copied a couple of the muchacha's memories. Despite of the dog tags, we're allowed to cross over to the muchacha's world with Yen Sid's permission.

"Birchwood's really going to get it!" Boss growled.

"What did she do this time, Boss?" I groaned.

"She got us in 'rubble' because she told Yen Sid everything about what we did in her 'rind'! The next time I see Birchwood, I will 'swish' her like a bug!"

"Smarty, if you did that, you're breaking one of the laws of Toons and Toon Town." Sleazy said. "The law is that Toons were drawn to ENTERTAIN humans, not torture them! Heck, you're the leader of the Toon Patrol and you're not doing a good job on following the laws."

"Yeah, Boss." I said. "You even broke one of the rules of Toon Magic."

"And which rules are they?" Boss asked.

"It's 'never use magic for selfish or evil purposes' and 'never accept magic spells from users of black magic'." Wheezy said and lit two cigarettes.

"I didn't want to join you and the others when you wanted to make the muchacha and her brother to sleepwalk to our headquarters and torture them." I said.

That was the truth.

"Why did you join, Greasy?" Boss asked.

"It didn't feel right to not be a part of whatever you do and I don't like to miss out on anything." I replied.

That was partially true. The real idea was that I didn't want Boss to hurt the muchacha. I don't think that she did anything wrong to make Boss irritated. I know that she's not a bad person just by looking at her eyes. Whenever I look at the muchacha's beautiful blue eyes, all I can is innocence and curiosity.

"And Boss, I don't want you to hurt the muchacha. Even though that you don't get along with her. She's still a good girl." I said. "And I want you to be thankful for what's going on right now. The muchacha saved our lives from the stinking barrels full of Dip and we should thank her for that. She's also right that if we died, other Toons and people will only remember us as evil weasels who worked with an evil, murderous, power-hungry Toon who disguised himself as a human. I don't want to be remembered that way and I want to be remembered as something else."

"I have to agree with Greasy on this one." Flasher said. "The next time you see Birchwood, you have to thank her for saving our lives."

"Psycho, Sleazy, Slimy, and I are with you on this, Greasy." Wheezy said and lit another cigarette. "We want to be remembered as something else, too."

Boss sighed.

"Well, Stupid, it looks it's just you and me who aren't going to agree with Greasy and the others."

"Duh, sorry, Boss. I'm also with Greasy." Stupid said, surprising me.

Boss looked at Stupid and then, he looked at us with shock, anger, and surprise. He began to say something but he couldn't. He began to stutter and speak in farfullado. Finally, Boss threw his hat down and walked to a nearby bench. He takes his dog tag off and throws it down. The dog tag disappeared as it hit the sidewalk and it magically reappeared around Boss's neck. It was one of the spells from Yen Sid. If any of us try to not wear the tags or take them off, then the tags will reappear back around our necks.

Anyway, I sat down next to Boss. I really need to talk some sense in to him.

"Boss, remember what happened on 1946, the time when the five of us were about to form our patrol?" I asked.

He just stared at the ground with an irritated look on his face. I can tell that Boss did not want to hear anything on remembering things. Despite of that, I continue.

"What would've happened if Psycho and I didn't stop Victor Bascomb? He would've erased (Erasers are really deadly to Toons but not as deadly as the Dip) you, Stupid, and Wheezy. Then, what've happened after that? The Toon Patrol wouldn't exist." I said. "Now, let's go back to the challenge…when the muchacha gave us a huge lecture. She reveals that she really cares about us, Toons, especially us. What would've happened if Doom dipped us? It's just as the muchacha said. We would all be remembered as weasels, who assisted a madman who wanted to kill other Toons. So I suggest that you think about what the muchacha and I told you and I'll leave you to decide if you're going to thank the muchacha for saving our lives."

Boss looks at a building that was right across the street from where we are and then, he looks at me. I handed him his hat and after taking it out of my hand, Boss begins to rub off any bits of dust or debris that got themselves stuck on the hat's fibers.

"Now that you mentioned about what happened on 1946, I have no other 'joyce' and I'm going have to agree with you, Greasy. Let's go to Birchwood's world and I'll tell her that I'm 'stankful' for us still being alive and safe from the Dip. I'll even 'apogolize' to her." Boss said.

"Now you're talking!" I exclaimed.

"What are we waiting for? Let's go talk to Birchwood."

Immediately, we took off running to the darkest part of the Toon Town City Park. Since the teleportation spell only works at night, we kind of cheat a little bit. If Boss and the others, including I, want to teleport to the muchacha's world in broad daylight, we would have to go to the darkest part of the park and stand underneath a tree to start up the spell.

As soon as we made it to the tree, Boss pressed his palm against it and he quietly began to recite the teleportation spell as we put our hands on his shoulders. After reciting the spell, a bright white light explodes and we drift in a space with multiple colors and odd shapes floating around.

And before we knew it, we found ourselves in another park, still in broad daylight, and there were very few people walking around. A couple of ladies were walking with dogs and little children played, giggled, laughed, and screamed as they ran around the playground.

Then, I spotted the muchacha and I noticed that she was wearing glasses and was holding a sheet of paper in one hand.

After she looked at the paper, her brother says to her,

"The timer begins…now."

Immediately, muchacha begins to recite something that she just looked at on the paper.

"FOUR SCORE AND SEVEN YEARS AGO…" She said.

She was reciting the Gettysburg Address!

The other members of the Toon Patrol and I watch the muchacha recite the whole speech. After every sentence, her confidence was growing and she acted like she was actually presenting the Gettysburg Address to a crowd of people (that's not there.).

As soon as the muchacha stopped reciting the speech, her brother stopped his timer, which was his watch on his wrist, and said,

"One minute and thirty seconds. Your best time, Beatrice."

"¡Así se hace!" I exclaimed and clapped.

Abruptly, the muchacha turned her head to my direction.

"GREASY?!" She exclaimed.