Chapter Six

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PS: If you still haven't watched The Wizard of Oz (starring Judy Garland) or The Wiz (starring Diana Ross and Michael Jackson), watch them before you read this story.)

Beatrice:

"Why are you reciting the Gettysburg Address?" Greasy asked.

Although I was startled by Greasy and the other weasels, I calmly replied,

"I'm getting ready for school and I like to memorize and look over important things that were a part of or important in history. It helps refresh my mind and I'm constantly thinking about things."

"What sort of things?"

"Life as it goes on. Like, 'is our president going to help our gas prices' and 'will this new school year be better than last year'?"

"Hmm, good questions." Sleazy said and nodded his head with Greasy.

"The real reason why we came here is we came to 'stank' you." Smarty said.

Tommy and I exchanged looks of shock at each other. This was something that I would never hear Smarty say. He doesn't look like the kind of…weasel who would thank his hostage or enemy. But I can't let that out and I'm going to let Smarty say whatever he's going to let out of his mouth.

"Thank me for what?" I asked with mild nervousness.

"You were right about what you said in the court room." Wheezy said. "We didn't even stop to think about everything before and after the trial."

"So, we thank you for saving our lives, ours and the other Toons, and for making a point about being remembered as something." Sleazy said.

"Yeah," "Yeah," "Uh huh," said the other weasels in agreement. Well, except for Psycho…who's not present right now.

"Look, I appreciate you thanking me but I have two questions." I said.

"What's that?" Greasy asked.

"One, what is up with the dog tags? And two, where's Psycho?"

Smarty and the other weasels began to look around the park with worry. Tommy went to the sandbox to see if Psycho had buried himself and waited to scare any unsuspecting little kids. I had to look around the playground, even though that I was too embarrassed to go look around that area (I'm way too old for playgrounds and I'm afraid that the other kids' mothers will look at me with weird looks.).

I found Psycho walking towards the monkey bars and I ran towards him.

I have no idea on what Psycho is planning to do but I had to watch him. He watches a little girl, at least six and a half years old, with magenta leggings and a checkerboard dress cross the monkey bars at a slow pace. Psycho looks at the girl for a few more seconds and out of thin air, he pulls out a bird's feather—Oh, no, now I know what Psycho's going to do.

Without trying to attract any unwanted attention, I whispered,

"Psycho! Don't tickle the little girl!"

He looks at me in confusion but Psycho's attention was cut off when the girl's feet whacked him on his face. Psycho yelped in pain and surprise and I expected the little girl to look down and scream at the sight of him. Surprisingly, she doesn't do any of those things.

Oh yeah, that's right! I thought. Tommy and I are the only one who CAN see the Toon Patrol and other Toons! Rats!

Psycho gave the unsuspecting girl a frown and began to move the feather towards the girl's arm.

"PSYCHO, DON'T!" I whispered loudly. "NO, NO, NO!"

I did everything to attract Psycho's attention. Waving my arms frantically and whispering his name didn't do any good.

"PSYCHO, DON'T TICKLE THE GIRL!" I exclaimed.

But it was too late.

As soon as the tip of the feather touched the girl's left underarm, the girl began to wiggle and giggled for a brief second. Then, her fingers slowly began to slip off the bar that she was holding on to. Unfortunately, the girl was hanging in the middle of the monkey bars and that was bad news.

"MOMMY!" The little girl cried. "MOMMY, HELP ME!"

As if someone yelled 'GO' to me, I took off running to the monkey bars and as soon as the little girl was falling down, I leaped towards her and caught her just in time. We both landed on the ground with a THUD.

"Are you okay?" I asked the little girl.

"I'm okay, thank you." She replied.

"That's good. Now, go back to your mother and stay close."

After the girl got on her feet and took off running to her mother, I looked at Psycho and he acted like he didn't do anything wrong.

"Why did you do that, Psycho?" I asked with a rather harsh tone.

All he did was shrug his shoulders.

"Don't ever do anything like that to anyone, especially to little girls. You could've hurt her and get yourself into a lot of trouble. Now, the Toon Patrol is looking for you and you can't go off and wander around like that. You know that, don't you?" I asked.

Psycho looks at me with a sad look on his face and with sympathy, I pat him on the back and I had to give him a short explanation about little kids.

"OH, THERE YOU ARE!" Sleazy exclaimed. "And you found Psycho."

"Where was he?" Smarty asked.

"I found him close to the monkey bars and he tickled a girl with a feather. Which reminds me…" I began but I was distracted by black smoke from a distance in front of me.

"Aren't you going to say something?" Wheezy asked.

After another quick look at the smoke, I knew where it was coming from. It was coming from my house!

"Beatrice?" Tommy asked.

"Oh, no." I said.

I immediately began to run. I ran so fast and so far that the exclamations from the Toon Patrol and Tommy were barely even audible. After turning to a corner on my right, I saw the smoke coming from my backyard.

I ran to the house and I grabbed the water hose. After unwinding the hose, I switch the valve to a full blast of water. I ran to the backyard with a running water hose.

I screamed at the sight of my favorite tree burning right in front of me. It looked like I was reliving the times when the KKK came to life and burned a cross in front of people. It was a disturbing and sad sight to see.

I squirted the water on the grass to keep the fire from spreading and I ran to the other side of the house where there's a bunch of sandbags that can only be used in emergencies. Since this was an emergency, I grabbed two sandbags and ran to the backyard. I tore one open and I dumped it around the burning tree. It wasn't easy on trying to avoid the smoke.

"¿Qué demonios?!" I heard Greasy shout. "What's happened?!"

I couldn't answer him because I was so occupied with my tree. Then, Greasy takes out a giant balloon (at least as big as a hot-air balloon) full of water and it floats up into the air. The balloon was in the middle of the tree and Wheezy picked up a sharp rock and threw it at the balloon.

It popped with a loud pop and a huge amount of water doused out the flames in less than ten seconds. All that was left from the burning tree is a big pile of burnt leaves and branches and a charred surface. This tree was no longer good for climbing.

I looked at the tree in sadness and distress. This was my favorite place to go to whenever I'm having a hard time and now, a fire had to go on ahead and ruin it.

"Muchacha, are you okay?" Greasy asked.

"No, I'm not." I replied. "Right where the tree was standing, it was my favorite place to go to whenever I have a hard time." Then, I spot something that was at least three and a half feet away from the burnt tree. I walked over to it and picked it up.

"Nail polish remover." I whispered.

I knew who did it.

Angie. I growled in my head.

"Greasy, you and Tommy are in charge for right now." I said.

"Why? What for?" He asked.

"I know who burnt my tree and I'm going to have a little talk with them."

Then, I ran straight down the road that led to Angie's house.

I'm going to give her a piece of my mind and she's going to be so sorry once I see her!