Chapter Twenty

(Hey, y'all!

Here it is the last chapter.

Again, there will be more stories about the Beatrice and Tommy!

Coming up would be: The Birchwood Twin(s): The Wizard of Oz!

Later: The Birchwood Twin(s): Peaches and Powers!

Enjoy the story!)

Greasy:

When I saw muchacha fall back on the window of the hospital, I watched in shock. But then, I realized that she wasn't going to hurt herself. She…was going to wake up.

Before I went inside muchacha's mind with Boss and the others, Boss told us that if muchacha was at the point of waking up, the rubies on the amulets would glow a bright red and we'll disintegrate and be put back to Toon Town. Si, as soon as the muchacha fell back, I watched myself getting disintegrated and slowly getting teleported out of the mind of muchacha.

"Hasta la vista, Smarty!" Muchacha exclaimed as she was getting closer to her body.

I turned my head towards her and I exclaimed, "WHAT DID SHE JUST SAY?!"

Then, a flash of light exploded and I found myself getting dropped from the sky and I landed on my desk in my office. My surroundings were now ink, paint, and pencil outlines and no longer something from the real world.

I got back on my feet and Boss, Wheezy, Psycho, Stupid, Flasher, Slimy, and Sleazy fell down from the sky. Stupid landed on me and I was knocked back down.

"Stupid, ¡suéltame! Get off of me!" I exclaimed.

He rolled off of me and I got up and rubbed off any debris or dust off of my coat.

"Say, Boss, what did the muchacha say as she was falling down?" I asked.

"She…ugh!...she said, 'Hasta la vista'." Boss exclaimed as he got up.

That surprised me completely.

"She said that?!" I exclaimed.

"Yeah!" Boss exclaimed. "Now if you 'eschewze' me, I have some business to work on."

Boss walked out of my office and slowly, the others left. Well, Sleazy lingered for a little bit and said,

"Call me if you need help with something, Greasy. And I have to say, Birchwood isn't like any girl that I've seen."

"Yeah, she's one of a kind." I replied.

Then, Sleazy left.

I sighed and took out two movie reels out of my pocket. They were actually copies of the muchacha's memories and I just wanted to look at them.

I walked out my office and came back with a projector and sheet.

The first memory that I'm going to look at is…the muchacha during her first piano performance at her school.

Beatrice:

The morning light from the ceiling window touched my shins. I slowly opened my eyes and sat up.

I'm in the real world. I still have my normal clothes on, thank goodness. I thought. I'm in the room with cushions for walls and the Toon Patrol is nowhere to be seen. The time of the day is back to normal and Lexi, the REAL Lexi, is probably—Wait, is she doing all right?

"Beatrice?" I heard Tommy-.

TOMMY!

"Beatrice, are you all right?" Tommy asked me.

While rubbing my eyes, I asked, "Where's Lexi?"

As if on cue, the door on my right opens up and Lexi, wearing a T-shirt and jeans, runs in to the room and wraps her skinny little arms around me.

She begins cry softly and with shaky hands, Lexi asked me,

Are you okay? What happened to you? Why were you walking in your sleep?

I replied,

I'm okay, Lexi. I just had a bad dream.

Then, Lexi hugged me again. I rubbed my hand up and down Lexi's back while she cries softly.

"Well, isn't that really sweet?" A woman's voice said.

I looked at her and I saw Mom, Dad, and Aunt Maddie standing by the door.

"That was really some dream, Beatrice." The other woman said. "Do you remember any of it?"

I thought it over and I said,

"All I remember is shouting, 'For Lexi, for justice'."

"That's it?" Aunt Maddie.

"That's about it." Then, I remembered something. "Aunt Maddie, was there ever a time or two when Lexi said something verbally?"

"There were many times when Lexi would say something verbally. Right now, she's learning how to verbally speak." Aunt Maddie replied.

"All right. I was just curious."

I watched the other woman write something down on a clipboard and then, she says,

"It looks like you're improving already. Thank goodness that you weren't on the street when your neighbors found you and thank goodness again for not getting too badly injured. You do have a couple of bruise, not too bad, and you whacked Dr. Olsen on the back of her head with a pillow…built random things out of cotton swabs, forks, spoons, a blanket, Mr. McCullough's dentures, Miss Rosa's perfume bottle, your hoodie, sixteen rolls of toilet paper, and five pots…and you were constantly acting like you were talking to somebody. Your dad had to use his stun gun a couple of times to stop you but you still would act out the things that happened while you walked in your sleep. Other than those things, you're free to go."

"I got almost the whole thing on camera." Mom said and waved her phone.

"Mom, don't post it on the Internet." I said. "I really mean it when I say 'DON'T POST'. It'll probably be worse than baby photos."

Our conversation ended while everyone, Mom, Dad, Aunt Maddie, Lexi, Tommy, and I, left the hospital with a couple of the doctors and nurses staring at us. One doctor, Dr. Olsen, had an ice pack taped to her head and when she saw me, she narrowed her eyes at me and I put my hands up, as if I was saying 'Hey, don't give me that look. Sleepwalking is unpredictable'.

After walking out of the hospital, Dad drove us to get us some breakfast. As I sat down and ate my potato-chorizo-and-cheese taco with picante sauce, I began to think about quitting my job at the library because things aren't really working out with the hand puppets and the idea of getting pricked in the finger by a sewing needle. I'll just buy some puppets that are already made and I'll mail them to Mrs. Delong. Explaining would probably have to wait.

When breakfast was done and after arriving back home, Lexi had to pack up her things because she had to leave, even though it was too soon. Before she left, she hugged me one last time and said, verbally,

"Bye-bye, Beatrice. I…llllove…y-…y-…you."

With a big smile on her face, she and Aunt Maddie left.

Mom declared that she was going to take a morning nap and eventually, Dad and Tommy agreed that it was a great idea for them, due to not getting a whole lot of sleep while they waited for me in the hospital.

Before Dad joined Mom, he apologized to me for stunning me with his stun gun. I chuckled and I accepted his apology. I knew that if he had to stun me for a reason, then I'll let it slide.

I, however, decided to play the piano. Even though I did a piano play-off in my dream, I still want to play…just to have things go back on course and I need a little something that can help me think.

I walked to my room, closed the door, and walked over to my piano (There are two pianos in my house, one in the living room and one in my room). I cracked my knuckles and took a deep breath.

Just as I was about to play Stayin' Alive by the Bee Gees, my attention was caught by four fortune cookies on the top lid of the piano.

How very odd. I thought. There weren't any fortune cookies on my piano when I left this room.

I grabbed the first cookie and broke it in half. I pulled the tiny slip of paper out and I read it. It said:

"Don't omit your loyalty. That's how leaders and heroes are born."

I put the slip of paper on the lid, grabbed the second cookie, and I read what the 'fortune' said:

"Exhume lost or forgotten memories. Relive them."

I put that slip on the first slip of paper, grabbed the third cookie, and the slip of paper inside the third one said:

"Getting together with old friends brings new adventures."

I put the third 'fortune' on my small pile of slips of paper, grabbed the last cookie, and read the final 'fortune'.

"Love is like a disease. You never know when you'll catch it."

I'm not sure if the last one makes any sense but I decided to ignore those fortunes and began to play.

While playing and looking around my room at the same time, something on my wall made me stop playing all of the sudden. I swear, I thought that I saw Greasy's shadow crawl down the wall and slithered out of the window. I ignored that and went back to playing. That stopped, too, when I glanced at the window and saw Greasy standing outside of my house with a smile on his face.

I closed my eyes, shook my head, and looked back at the window. Greasy wasn't there. That was really bizarre.

THE END!