Crowns of the Kingdom
Chapter 28: Ambush on the Promenade
The mouse's obnoxious beaming face came into plain view, and the far-seeing orb shattered. A screech of rage rang throughout the chamber.
"Failed AGAIN!" Maleficent howled. "What does it take to be rid of him?" The green-tinted torches flared, reacting to her fury.
On some level she was aware that she had gone slightly mad, but it was a trivial concern. Anyway, it was only due to the Dispirations having used her mind to become. No wonder so many great artists and musicians and inventors were insane—they spent their lives doing what she had been doing for only a few days, allowing a stream of ideas ranging from the offbeat to the downright disturbing to march across their brains and take form at their fingertips.
Madness…Dispiration-induced madness… Maleficent began to get an idea. She chuckled. An idea…if she forgot about it, just like that, it would turn into a Dispiration, wouldn't it? So what would happen if she then let it, her own idea, touch her mind the way the others had? She chuckled again, then realized that she was getting distracted.
"It's not working, is it? Trying to kill him," she said aloud. Diabolo looked up from preening under his wing, supposing that she was talking to him. But she hadn't said "my pet," and she was in fact gazing into space with a glazed expression. He shifted nervously from foot to foot.
"But," Maleficent continued, pacing about the chamber, "there is more than one way to destroy someone. And some of them are so much more satisfying than mere slaughter. What if instead, I were to strand him in Inpotentia? Separated from everyone and everything he cares about and left to flounder in the void for all eternity with only the dregs of humanity's creative nature to keep him company…I should think even his spirit would break beyond repair. Wouldn't you agree?"
Diabolo made a caw of assent, just in case she was talking to him after all. But she seemed not to even hear him.
Her expression darkened. "Of course, I would have to wear him down first. If I left him in possession of all his strength, he would surely find a way to escape in due time. And in order to weaken him, I would first have to get him to Inpotentia, and attack him there. On this side of the divide, his options and resources are too many. The best way to achieve that, I think, is to somehow lure him there." She paused for a moment, letting all the deliciously wicked ideas sluice through her consciousness. "I simply need to select, as it were, the correct cheese with which to bait my mousetrap."
At that moment, there was a soft sound as Si and Am slunk into the room, rubbing against the stone walls as if they owned them (which, being cats, they probably assumed they did).
"Oh. It's you," Maleficent sniffed, all of a sudden completely lucid again. "I must say, I am dreadfully disappointed with the performance of your plan. I had understood you to be professionals."
"Cat cannot be successful all times," one of them replied sibilantly.
"Yes," agreed the other. "There being no mice left if we did."
"Spare me your excuses," said the Wicked Fairy, settling onto her throne. "I have no further need of your services. Remove yourselves from my presence immediately."
Instead of obeying, the two cats sat side-by-side in front of Maleficent and grinned at her with their gappy teeth.
"NOW!!" Maleficent bellowed, half-rising and waving her staff forward so that it spat lightning Si and Am. They yowled in fright and fled, bristling like a pair of matching bottlebrushes.
When they had gotten a safe distance away, they stopped in the corridor to catch their breath and groom their fur down flat. They didn't exchange a word, because they didn't need to—they could practically read each other's minds. A few glances were enough to convey whatever they wanted. Once they had calmed down sufficiently, they sauntered off, swaying in lockstep, to see what the other Villains had been up to since they had been away.
When they got back to the meeting hall, what they found surprised them quite a lot—so much that they blinked. In tandem, of course.
The trek back to the Plaza Hub was made in an attitude of subdued high spirits. Timon and Pumbaa strolled along in silence, with the lazy satisfaction of well-fed animals. Jack Skellington was chipper, softly whistling a tune that the others almost recognized (it was a minor-keyed adaptation of "The Raiders March.") Goofy hadn't stopped hugging Max since they all got out of the Jeep. And although the boy was beginning to be annoyed by the effulgent affection—in no small part because the both of them were clumsy enough without trying to walk while joined at the hip—he was too happy to be reunited with his dad to raise a fuss.
The others talked about the quest, which was nearly complete.
"Just one more crown to go," said Minnie. "And I've got a feeling it won't be too hard to find."
"Maybe so, but—" Mickey began.
"How do you figure, Minnie?" Daisy interrupted.
"Well, so far, each one has turned up in one of the original five lands—the one that best matches its design, in fact. And the only crown we haven't found yet goes perfectly with the only land where we haven't found one."
"That's right, " said Mickey, "and—"
"The Pixie Crown!" said Donald. "It's gotta be in Fantasyland!"
"Can I get a word in edgewise here?" said Mickey. The others were startled into silence, and Mickey grinned sheepishly and cleared his throat. "Uh, anyway, as I was saying, I know we're in the home stretch here, but…I think we should call it a day. It's getting to be afternoon, I'm beat, I'm sure most of you are too, and the last thing we need is to trip just before the finish line because we're too tired to stay on our feet." What he didn't mention, intending to save it for when they had all had a bit of a rest, was his suspicion—his near-certainty—that Maleficent would spring something particularly nasty on them all at the last possible instant before they claimed victory, and that they would be better off facing such a thing by full daylight.
"That's the best idea I've heard all day," Daisy opined.
"Same here," said Minnie.
"And here!" Donald agreed/
"And he—waaaahhoohoohoohoooooo!" Goofy added, because he had tried to raise his hand without letting go of Max, which obviously didn't work and sent the both of them tumbling head over heels. Aladdin paused to help them up.
"Well, I for one feel quite energetic!" said Jack.
"That's swell," said Mickey. "We'll put on you on night patrol." There was a round of subdued laughter—they were tired.
As they passed under the bamboo arch of the Adventureland gate, there was a movement to their left, on the murky waters of the small pond between the Adventureland and Frontierland entry paths. "Uh-oh," Donald muttered, pointing. The creature floating on the water looked like a dark-feathered duck or maybe a grebe, but if so it was no species that had ever resided in the park. Besides, the water birds were still missing, like the Cast Members (apart from Joe). Sure enough, it sensed their approach and scurried to the bank of the pond with a sinuous quality of motion that the Sensational Six had come to find characteristic of the Dispirations. Once on land, it darted into a low shrub, transforming as it went, although it was lost to sight before the new form became apparent.
"Let's keep going," said Mickey. "I don't think that one's going to give us any trouble."
"What was that thing?" asked Max as they all continued across the Plaza Hub.
"That was a Dispiration," said Minnie. She had of course filled the newcomers in on the way to the temple.
"It didn't attack us," Max observed.
"They generally attack in hordes. That one seemed to be alone," said Daisy.
"It's hard to imagine even twenty of those things being dangerous," Aladdin scoffed. "It was tiny."
"Yeah, a big guy like you would say something like that," said Timon, an animal significantly smaller than almost any species of waterfowl.
"I'm just trying to remember when we were ever attacked by Dispirations that small and there were only twenty of them," Daisy said.
"I see your point," said Aladdin. By that time, they had reached the Castle drawbridge, and some of the characters patrolling Main Street had spotted them and begun to gravitate toward them like iron filings following a magnet. That, in turn, drew the attention of the characters in and around the Fantasyland courtyard. But there were still plenty missing—the patrol groups spread far and wide across the park, not the mention all the kids and others camping out in the "it's a small world" show building. None of them would have any chance of noticing the return.
Fortunately, one of those who had noticed was the Genie. He was more than happy to fly up over the Castle and turn into a shower of fireworks and confetti, followed by a flashing sign so conspicuous that if Disneyland hadn't been stuck in Inpotentia, it probably would have been legible all the way to Fullerton, directing the characters to report to Fantasyland. Within minutes, they appeared, trickling in from their various beats, converging on Sleeping Beauty Castle.
And then, Mickey led them all in the largest, but also the most low-tech, Character Parade ever to troop down the Small World Promenade. He sent Peter Pan and Tinkerbell ahead of them, to let those in the show building know they were coming. By the time they got there, there was a cheering crowd waiting for them, enhancing the parade atmosphere.
And that's why Mickey, despite being just a few steps from total exhaustion and certainly in no mood or condition for any more adventuring until he had gotten a good night's sleep, found that he felt pretty darn happy. From where he was standing, the park was nearly indistinguishable from its true state (and indeed, even with only four fingers, he could count on one hand the major changes that had yet to be reclaimed), and the Disney Family was missing only a couple dozen members. As he took in the panorama of the gathering, he realized just how far they had come. We're almost through this. We're going to make it! There were enough of them, now, to hold off any assault Maleficent and her Dispirations could muster. The rescue of the last batch was inevitable.
It was an odd sensation, to realize that victory was inevitable.
"So, uh, how's it going, everyone?" he asked. Half of him felt embarrassed to have come up with such a stupid opening line, while the other half didn't care, because these were his friends, for crying out loud, and he didn't always need to be "on" for them. Nonetheless, some clarification was warranted. "Has there been much trouble while the guys and I have been away?"
There was a moment of uncertainty, and then a deep rumble caught Mickey's attention. He turned to see the huge shaggy form of the Beast easing his way toward the front of the crowd. He was clearing his throat to speak, hence the rumbling. "We saw some of those shapeshifting things you mentioned," he said, "but they ran away."
"Oh?" remarked Robin Hood. "The ones Little John and I came across had a go at us, but they were nothing we couldn't handle."
More patrol groups chimed in, and the reports all sounded similar: the Dispirations either fled from any confrontation, or were weak enough that the characters had defeated them easily. For some reason, they were losing their teeth.
"Hey, wait a minute," said little Simba, bounding forward to glare at Mickey with wounded feline pride. "If those things are such wimps, how come all us kids have to hide in the building?"
"Well, at the time, we thought they would be more dangerous," said Mickey.
"Trust me, the 'wimp' thing is a pretty recent development," Daisy put in.
"What does it all mean?" wondered Alice.
"It means," Mickey said, feeling a momentum of sorts building behind his word, "that we're winning. The end is in sight now, folks. There's only one crown left to find, and we're pretty sure it will be right…here…" He trailed off, staring over the heads of the crowd at something in the middle distance. Then he let out a joyous whoop. "There it is!"
The other characters followed his pointing finger to the upper reaches of the ride façade, where the golden accents and pinwheels on the pastel-colored geometry had been joined by something else golden, something that did not belong even though it fit right in at a first glance. The strong afternoon sunlight gleamed on dazzling diamonds and sapphires and on the graceful curves of Tinkerbell, whose repeated image, in mirrored pairs hovering inside heart-shaped frames, was the motif that gave the Pixie Crown its name.
The real Tinkerbell zipped over to the crown and examined it from all sides, admiring her multiple golden replicas. Like all the others, the Pixie Crown had shrunk to a proper head-size, and the bas-relief sculptures were almost the same size as Tink herself. She looked back toward the gathering and nodded vigorously. It was legit!
Mickey found that he was hyperventilating slightly. "Oh wow, oh boy, oh wow!" he said, the words spilling out like jellybeans from a shattered twenty-gallon jar. "There it is, it's right there and we can get it and put it back on the Castle and this will all be over! Quick! Does anyone know where I can get a crown?"
Most of the characters were stunned into silence, but there was movement in the "it's a small world" boat flume. Ariel waved. "I bet Daddy will loan you his, if it's just for a little while. Follow me!" With a flick of her tail, she dove to the bottom of the shallow canal and vanished, only to reappear several yards away in the Motorboat Lagoon.
"Stay put, everyone; I'll be right back!" Mickey crowed. He took off after Ariel as she swam around the perimeter of the lagoon where it adjoined the Small World Promenade and the walkway into Tomorrowland, dove again, and came out on the other side of the path, in the Matterhorn's splashdown pool.
"Mickey!" came a high-pitched cry from behind him, and then Minnie was at his side. "I will not stay put while you go dashing off again," she said in a gently teasing tone. "You always manage to get into the worst trouble when we're separated."
"I guess I can't argue with that," he admitted. "Ariel probably wouldn't make a very attentive babysitter…uh-oh, where'd she go?"
"I think I know," said Minnie, taking Mickey by the hand and leading him around the base of the mountain. They found the little mermaid on the other side, bobbing at the foot of a thin waterfall and frowning at the modest garden area next to the Tomorrowland gate.
"Oops—I forgot what year it is," she confessed. "The entrance to Atlantica isn't over there yet. Oh, well. No big deal." She dove once again. With twin shrugs, Mickey and Minnie retraced their steps to the Promenade, where Ariel had followed the park's water circulation system to the Storybookland canal. She acknowledged Mickey and Minnie's approach with a brief wave and then ducked through the water curtain that separated the public part of the ride from the boat storage cave…and from the portal leading to the undersea kingdom of Atlantica. The merfolk had eventually gotten their own attraction when the pretty but unremarkable Alpine Gardens were re-themed into Triton Gardens, and the portal had been moved to the new location. But for now—for just a little while longer—it was still in Storybookland.
After several moments, Ariel resurfaced outside the cave, and her father King Triton surfaced alongside her, looking stern and skeptical. "Ariel tells me you wish to borrow my crown, of all things. I told her there is too great a risk that it would fall into the wrong hands, but she insisted I speak directly to you, Mickey."
"Right," said Mickey. "Uh…please? It won't be for very long. An hour, tops. Once we get the Pixie Crown onto the Castle, we'll move forward to 2005 and everything will go back to normal."
"I don't know," Triton said, probably more out of inertial stubbornness than anything else. "It's the symbol of my power and authority, and I don't like being without it."
"Your actual power and authority is in the trident, and no one's asking for that," Minnie pointed out. "And anyway…this is really important! Didn't Ariel tell you why we need it?"
"Yes, I understand that, but…"
Triton trailed off, meeting his daughter's eyes with a wince of uncertainty. She tilted her head and smiled in that way that teenaged girls do, which is guaranteed to melt the heart of any remotely loving father no matter how stern or skeptical he tries to be. "Trust him, Daddy. He knows what he's doing. He'd never steer us wrong."
"Oh, very well," Triton sighed. He lifted the crown off his head with a ponderous movement, as though It weighed far more than it actually did, and handed it up to Mickey.
"Gosh, thanks, Your Majesty," he said. "You won't regret this, I promise!"
Thick black tentacles, lined with violet suckers, lifted out of the water, coiling around the two merfolk. More reached shoreward, for Mickey and Minnie, who skittered back out of their reach in alarm. Behind the two captives, the head and torso of Ursula the Sea Witch emerged into the air. She lazily ran her hands through her fright-wig hair and said "Oh, I beg to differ. There's going to be plenty of regret to go around by the time we're finished with all of you."
Triton recovered quickly from the shock and jabbed at Ursula's tentacles with the trident, causing her to yell in pain and drop Ariel and himself. He pulled his daughter close and lashed at the water with his powerful tail, propelling the both of them back to the safety of Atlantica.
"Drat!" Ursula spat at their swift departure. "But no matter. You've got what I'm after this time, little mouse. Triton's crown—hand it over!"
Mickey didn't even dignify her demand with a reply. He just gave her an incredulous look, gripped the crown, and fled back toward the north end of Fantasyland, trusting Minnie to follow suit (which she of course did). But even as they started running, they saw that it was in vain.
In puffs of colored smoke or spheres of crackling lighting or merely by springing out from behind the landscaping where they presumably had been hiding, the Disney Villains appeared and surrounded the characters gathered in front of "it's a small world." Their attack was devastatingly coordinated—as the various heroes and adventurers dashed forward to fend them off, the witches and sorcerers calmly sent out spells to bind them: conjured manacles or magical ropes or simple paralysis enchantments. Largely unimpeded, the brawnier Villains started going after their targets of choice, leaving the rest of the characters to scatter in useless panic and confusion. Even as Mickey and Minnie watched, Ursula reappeared ahead of them, erupting out of the boat flume in a torrent of chlorinated spray to grab at the few characters unlucky enough to be close by.
"What'll we do, Mickey?" Minnie shouted over the chaos.
"Yoo-hoo!" called a mocking voice. Madam Mim, perched atop a fearsome looking statue that was actually the Beast, frozen in place with a spell (his eyes darted about nervously even though his face was petrified mid-snarl), fluttered a hand at the two mice. With the other, she bullied frightened characters more-or-less at random, zapping them with magical sparks. "Surprised to see us? We were pretty surprised ourselves when we found out the Queen of Hearts has been shilling for you all this time!" She changed positions on her living pedestal and addressed the general area. "Hey, fellas, look who decided to join the party!"
Mickey and Minnie suddenly found themselves the center of the Villains' attention.
"Say, what's that he's got?" asked Gaston, gesturing with his musket toward the crown in Mickey's hands.
"It's King Triton's crown, that's what," said Ursula. "Grab it!"
"Are you all nuts?" Mickey barked as the unoccupied Villains began closing in around himself and Minnie. "We need this to fix Disneyland…to fix time! If we just leave things the way they are…well, I don't know what exactly will happen, but it'll be real bad! And it'll hurt all of you too!"
Mickey turned to flee, and ran right into an eye-stinging cloud of Cruella De Vil's cigarette smoke. "It's like this, darling," she said over his coughs. "He who pays the piper calls the tune…and the one—or ones, as the case may be—who saves the fairytale kingdom generally gets to rule it afterwards."
"So you're just taking advantage of the crisis to take over the park!" Minnie accused.
"Not entirely, Miss Mouse," said Captain Hook. "There is also an element of vengeance involved; you see, we despise being made fools of, and your little stunt with Her Cardiac Highness certainly qualified. So then—that crown, Mickey, if you would be so good." He gave Mickey a light, harmless jab in the arm with his rapier.
Now Mickey and Minnie were completed surrounded, with threatening weapons on every side—the aforementioned musket and rapier, at least one magic staff, and a fair assemblage of teeth and claws. I wish I had my Hat, Mickey thought, trying to position himself so as to protect Minnie and Triton's crown at the same time, while also searching frantically for a way to escape the tightening ring.
"Enough of this!" shouted Ursula. "Attack him!"
But before they could charge, the time reached 4:45 p.m. And the Small World Clock struck. The clamor of gears and springs shattered the tension in the air, as well as the Villains' concentration. Almost as one, they whipped around to glare at the cheery façade, now animated with spinning cogs and bouncing numerals. Mickey shouted "Run"—to Minnie, to the other harassed characters, maybe even to himself—and lunged for the closest break in the circle, between Jafar and a snarling Shere Khan. Thus freed, he reoriented himself and made a mad sprint for the gates of Toontown.
"Quick!" he heard Minnie say behind him. "While they're distracted—follow Mickey!"
They only had a scant few minutes, if that—the length of the clock strike sequence, which might or might not be sufficient to keep the Villains off-balance as long as it went on. Mickey reached the Toontown entrance just as the toy soldiers began their drum-and-trumpet fanfare. He ran on farther, veered right into the Downtown district, stashed the crown in the Roger Rabbit fountain, and returned to the vicinity of the gates to check on things. He had to thread his way through a torrent of incoming characters in order to do so, which was a good thing. It meant they were following Minnie's directive and getting themselves to safety.
The Villains were trying to capture more of them, but the doll parade was in full swing, emanating cuteness into the area, and every downbeat of the sprightly music made them cringe anew. Mickey took a moment to marvel at the irony—a gang of bad guys wicked enough and famous enough to haunt the nightmares of children around the world, were being held at bay by…a harmless, even saccharine tribute to children around the world.
"Never mind them!" he heard Ursula shout from somewhere in the canal. "We've got plenty of hostages. Mickey won't hold out for long knowing that we're holding his friends captive."
Mickey realized with a sinking heart that she was probably right. He didn't see any chance of freeing the prisoners for the time being, not without compromising the evacuation of the other characters. And he himself knew how tender-hearted he was. How could he stand firm under such circumstances?
One thing at a time, he decided. At this time, the one thing was ensuring the safety of whom he could. With the clock strike sequence winding down to a halt and the influx of characters into Toontown slowing to a trickle, he ran over to one of the broad iron gates and began pulling it closed. Minnie saw what he was doing and hurried over to handle the other gate. As they were moving, Donald zipped out, moved the "Mickey's Toontown is currently CLOSED" sign out to the middle of the walkway, and then zipped back in just before the gates crashed together.
Lightning-quick, Mickey snapped on a padlock, and a pearlescent shimmer spread between the bars, lingered for a moment, and faded out of visibility. Of course, only someone with no knowledge of magic whatsoever would assume that it was no longer in operation. The one condition Mickey had insisted upon when Toontown was opened to the public was that he be allowed to fortify the physical gates with a magical barrier, one that he could activate on his own terms. This was the first time he had ever needed to do so.
A handful of the Villains marched up to the closed gates, as close as they dared with the barrier up. They scowled at Mickey and the rest of the Sensational Six on the far side of the bars. Some of them glared at the sign, resembling a lamppost with a silly face, that invited them to enjoy the many Fantasyland attractions since Toontown was barred to entry. The Sensational Six glared back. Pluto growled.
"This isn't over, rodent," sneered Jafar. "You don't dare defy us while your comrades remain in our custody."
"Are you offering an exchange?" asked Mickey, more calmly than he felt. "Them for Triton's crown?"
"Let us suppose," said Shere Khan with the utmost of care, "that we are. Do you accept the terms?"
Mickey pretended to think about it for a moment. "No. I'm optimistic, not stupid. I know you'd betray us at the first opportunity."
"Yeah!" agreed Goofy. "Maybe even sooner!"
"You wouldn't be able to help yourselves!" said Minnie.
"So take a hike!" Daisy added.
There was a pause, during which the members of both groups bit back any number of severely un-Disney-like retorts.
"Come on, gang," Mickey said. "We've got work to do." He spun on his heel and stalked away. After a moment, the others followed with their own disdainful gestures.
The Villains remained smug. "Ursula has the right of it," said Scar. "We have all their best fighters." He looked over her shoulder, drawing their attention to where Gaston, Governor Ratcliffe, and Stromboli were shackling the captives together, chain-gang style. "The very allies they would need in order to mount a successful rescue. They'll give in."
They took stock of their losses. All the Princes except for Charming. The Beast. Aladdin and Jasmine both, and the Genie had been sealed back into his own lamp and taken as well. Uncle Scrooge. Baloo. Most of the adult dogs. The Good Fairies and the Fairy Godmother. Five out of seven Dwarfs (Dopey and Bashful were the exceptions). Robin Hood, Little John, and their hero-worshiper Skippy. Peter Pan.
Then, too, were those who had not been part of the attack, but had been swept up in the chaos after Mickey called the retreat. Dumbo. Pocahontas. Tigger. Nala (Simba was distraught). The White Rabbit.
But it was not all bleak. Scar had been wrong—not all their best fighters were among the missing. Bagheera was still free, as was Jack Skellington. The Lost Boys were champing at the bit to rescue their chief. O'Malley and the other alley cats were spoiling for a fight on general principles. And although no one had seen Elliot since the skirmish, he certainly hadn't been among the prisoners, so with any luck he was somewhere around the place, merely invisible. Ariel and King Triton, of course, were either safe at home in Atlantica or somewhere in the waterways of the park. And, lest they forget, Merlin and Professor von Drake were out there as well, hot on the trail of the runaway Dispiration, Hypatia.
More to the point, plenty of those who normally were not fighters were more than ready to make an exception. And all of them were anxious to contribute in any way they could to accomplishing the two objectives in front of them: rescuing their friends, and collecting the Pixie Crown.
They held the strategy meeting in Mickey's movie barn, where there was barely enough room for everyone once they moved all the cameras and things into the house. Mickey let Basil of Baker Street take the floor, although this necessitated running back into the house for a wireless microphone so that everyone could hear the tiny mouse.
"I've made a study of the psychology of the wicked," Basil began, "and the most important thing to understand about a villain is that he—or she—can only concentrate on one thing at a time. That is all to our advantage, because we have two objectives: rescuing our friends and collecting this Pixie Crown. The key to achieving both, I think, is to use each maneuver as a cover for the other." He paused, letting his words sink in. "Obviously, this will require some rather intricate planning and extensive teamwork from all of us. Let us therefore begin with a brainstorming session."
And as the evening wore on, a plan began to take shape…
To Be Continued…
A/N: On May 18, 2009, while this chapter was in progress, Wayne Allwine, the voice actor responsible for performing the role of Mickey Mouse since 1977 (the year I was born) died at age 62. The news was like a slap in the face, because to me, obviously enough Allwine was Mickey Mouse. He gave us Mickey-as-Bob-Cratchit in Mickey's Christmas Carol, and the besieged dreamer in Fantasmic!, and the energetic, slightly neurotic emcee of the House of Mouse, and the Jedi-like King in the Kingdom Hearts franchise, and the gentle closing time announcements at the theme parks. (He was also married to Russi Taylor, the voice of Minnie Mouse.) And we've lost him.
I considered working some kind of special memorial tribute into the chapter, but then I realized: this whole story is in many ways a celebration of the character of Mickey Mouse, and thus is already is a tribute to Allwine. His is the voice I am imagining for all the dialogue, and his characterizations are the ones informing the determined adventurer I am presenting to my readers. I can make it the best continuing tribute by making it the best story I can produce, without milking current events for melodrama.
With that said…farewell, Mr. Allwine. The Disney Family won't be the same without you. Why? Because we like you.
—Karalora
