Chapter Eleven

(Hey, y'all!

Sorry, no shout-outs on this chapter.

But I do have an interesting fact:

Beatrice's grandfather's name is 'Fauntleroy Birchwood'. It's very, very rare to have a boy being named 'Fauntleroy' and that rare but really interesting name is Donald Duck's middle name, probably making him the only Disney character with an official middle name.

Anyway, here is the eleventh chapter!

Enjoy the story and life as it goes!

-imaginarytoon1)

Beatrice:

"Okay, Cressida and Penelope." I whispered. "The time's up. Let's knock this hunk of junk of its wheels."

"How are we going to do that?" Penelope asked.

"We're all going to knock down this van by running into the sides. However, it takes a few rounds of running-"

"Or how about we smack the doors open? We can go out the way we came in." Cressida asked.

I thought over what Cressida said.

"Yeah, that'll do. Sorry, girls," I said, "in very rare times, like this one, I can get a little overboard and come up with random ideas."

"You're cool, Beatrice." Cressida said.

"I don't like this idea." Penelope said, nervously.

"Why, Penelope?"

"I'm afraid that we're going to get hit by a car that's behind us."

"Penelope, it's probably around nine o' clock and there are not a lot of people driving around at this time." I said. "We should be safe at this time."

"Trust us, Penelope." Cressida said. "Trust Beatrice…the most. I mean, she's the brains behind this plan and she knows this area much better than we do."

Penelope, reluctantly, nodded her head and said, "Okay."

"Before we knock open these doors, I want you two to know that on the right side of the road, the left from where we are standing; there are a bunch of trees and behind the thick layer of trees, there is a trail that leads to my grandfather's house. Mr. D won't be able to track us down real easily if we stick together and if you follow my lead." I said. "And Penelope, after we all knock open the doors, we're all jumping out of the van together after I count to three. You'll be alright after jumping out of the van. We'll be landing on an area that can lessen the impact of our fall."

"And nobody gets left behind. We're all in this escape together." Cressida said.

"That's right, Cressida. Now, are you ready to knock open the doors?"

"As ready as I'll ever be, Beatrice."

Cressida, Penny, and I got up and walked to the divider of the van while the instrumental version of Edge of Seventeen (by Stevie Nicks) began to play in my head. I took a deep breath and Cressida and I took off running to the doors. After four fast steps, we brought our feet up to the doors and gave them a firm, hard, and strong kick. From where our feet had touched the doors, there were two huge dents in the center.

"One more for luck." Cressida said.

"Right." I replied.

Cressida and I walked back to the divider and I said,

"One…two…THREEEEEE!"

Cressida and I ran those four fast steps to the doors and brought our feet up to the center. We gave the doors two really hard, firm, and strong kicks and they broke open.

"All right, Penelope. The doors are opened. Let's go." I said.

Penelope held her creepy baby doll close to her as she walked towards us.

"Before we jump out, we have to throw out anything that could get smashed if we landed on top of them." Cressida said.

"Even my doll, Cressida?" Penelope asked.

"Yes, even your doll."

"After we jump out, we'll pick up our stuff and then, we'll disappear into the thick woods." I said.

Penelope reluctantly handed her doll to me and with Dad's journal and Cressida's cell phone, I threw them out of the van and all of those objects landed on the cushiony ground on our left.

Then, Penelope, Cressida, and I hooked arms.

"Jump on three!" I exclaimed. "ONE!"

"TWO!" Cressida yelled.

"THREEE!" Penelope yelled.

We all jumped out of the van and we landed on the ground. Cressida, Penelope, and I rolled around a couple of times and then, we jumped back on our feet and grabbed our stuff.

"Grab your things and run into the trees!" I yelled. "There's no time to lose!"

Cressida, Penelope, and I ran in to the thick woods and I watch Mr. D drive away without even thinking about slamming on his brakes and take off after us.

"Thanks, Beatrice!" Cressida exclaimed as we ran. "You're one heck of a life-saver!"

"YOU'RE A GOOD FRIEND, BEATRICE!" Penelope yelled.

"Thank y'all!" I replied.

"So what do we do now?" Cressida asked.

"We'll have to run for a few more minutes and then, we'll walk down until VJ gives us a hand!"

"Who's VJ?" Penelope asked.

"He's a good family friend! During this time of night, VJ drives around in a hippie van. I'm sure that he'll give us a ride to my Grandpa Fauntleroy's house and we'll make it there in no time at all."

"Sounds like a good plan." Cressida said.

…

Greasy:

I still couldn't sleep. The gears and wheels are turning in my head and I feel tired and awake at the same time.

Realmente odio hacer esto, pero tal vez si he leído un par de cosas del libro que Yen Sid me dio, es probable que pueda relajarse y dormir. I thought.

I looked at the book and I grabbed it as I walked to my bed in the far right corner of my office. Psycho was still lying down next to the record player and doesn't even twitch after I passed him.

I took off my hat and placed it on my nightstand along with a glass half full of water. Then, I adjusted my pillow and pressed it up against the wall...not before taking off my socks, shoes, and coat. I rolled up my coat and placed it underneath my bed, along with my socks and shoes.

No estoy deseando leer esto, pero necesito mi sueño. I thought.

Carefully, as if a hidden person was about to spray me with Dip, I opened the book to page fifty-five.

If you were a Toon and you fell in love with a human, I want you to keep in mind that Toons having relationships with humans often leads to trouble.

That's what they always say.

On 1939, the Evil Queen fell in love with a human, Gerald Watson, who lived outside of Toon Town. After crossing the border of Toon Town, she transformed into a young and beautiful Toon woman, almost as beautiful as Jessica Rabbit, wife of Roger Rabbit.

After three date nights, Watson thought that it was the right time to propose to the Evil Queen. But the proposal came to an abrupt halt after the Evil Queen's youth transformation spell wore off, revealing her as an old lady.

Watson was disgusted by the real appearance of the Evil Queen and after he refused to date her anymore, the Evil Queen got so mad that her anger created one of the most disturbing days that the other Toons had to face, the Day of Madness, a day when the skies go completely dark and every Toon went mad.

After the Day of Madness, five more Toons dated humans and the tunnel (that can take Toons to the human world and back to Toon Town) began to fall apart and—

"Greasy?" I heard Boss ask from the other side of the door.

I snapped out of my reading and stuffed the book under my pillow after taking it off the wall.

"Greasy, may I come in?" Boss asked.

"Sí." I replied.

Then, I heard my office door open. I saw Boss walk towards me and my bed with his white pajama shirt draping over his white pants.

"Can't 'scleep'?" Boss asked.

"Eh, kind of." I replied. "I was just thinking about things and I had a hard time going to sleep."

"You're 'tinking' about Birchwood, are you?"

"Yeah. I can't stop thinking about her."

"Ever since you first met Birchwood, you haven't been 'yourshelf'."

"Well, what can I say, Boss? That's how I am with women."

Then, after a pause, a question that lingered in my mind since Wheezy came in to my office.

"Boss, what do you have against the muchacha?" I asked.

He rolled his eyes in irritation.

"She's too smart and too 'literalate'. I don't like it when Birchwood 'collerects' everything that I'm saying. I mean, it's just the way that I talk." Boss replied. "Is there anything that you don't like about Birchwood?"

"There's nothing that I hate about muchacha. She's too perfect." I said.

"Nobody's perfect, Greasy. Birchwood isn't perfect 'ether'."

I rolled my eyes and I pulled the covers of my bed up to my shoulders. I turned my back on Boss.

"Say another bad thing about muchacha and I'll tune out of this conversation." I said.

"Greasy, I also came here to tell you that I've been 'tinking' about what I said about Birchwood." Boss explained. "After realizing that she can see and talk to us and that she 'scathed' our lives, I want to tell Birchwood that I'm…I'm…I'm sorry for saying so many mean things to her and I'll take back every single bad thing that I've said."

I sat up and looked at Boss.

"Really?" I asked.

"But I don't have the 'curtage' to say it to Birchwood." Boss said.

"Don't worry, Boss. I'll stand right next to you in case if you stutter or whatever. Wheezy and I planned that we're going to see muchacha tomorrow and it'll be good time to say something to her." I said.

"All right. I'll try to have the 'curtage' if you stand next to me."

Then, Boss yawned.

"I'm going to sleep." He said. "Don't 'sclay' up too late, Greasy."

"I won't." I replied.

Oh my gosh! I can hardly wait! I can't wait to see the muchacha! I thought as Boss walked out of my office. Maybe the guy from that asylum didn't take her and she can stay at her home permanently! I can't wait to see her!