Hello people of the world! I'm back!

Well, didn't this take a while! You are probably all wondering what took me so long this time (or what excuse I have up my sleeve…), so I will tell you. This chapter is the first full original/chapter which isn't a scene or moment from the actual musical that is set in the Seuss universe! So, I had to really try and make this actually worth reading, while keeping with the idea in my head and while keeping with the musical itself…*sighs* I only had a bit of the script to work with, which also made it tricky. I wanted to do a chapter that Whoville as its focus (as in the musical, Who is a bit less developed than Nool e.g. musical numbers and main characters.), and to more clearly introduce my versions of Mr. Mayor, Mrs. Mayor, the City Council etc. This is part of my overall aim, to include more on the secondary main cast of the show, such as the Wickershams, Bird Girls and the Circus McGurkus (they aren't really main cast, but I really want to explore that part of the show!).

Disclaimer: I don't own the Dr Seuss genre, Seussical or any of the movies based on Dr Seuss' books. I do own Kirsty, the city council (their names will be coming later), the costumes and the red book (which is important, so keep it in your mind!).

I hope you enjoy the chapter and feel free to review!

Sophie :D

Chapter Five: Destination Whoville

"Settle down everyone! We have many things in need of discussion, so let's bring this meeting to order!"

All the entire room hushed down, as each major citizen of the city took their seats. All eyes were on the people at the front of the hall, which were the city council. The lead Chairman sat in the highest chair, making his power known to the entire room.

The Mayor of Whoville sat below them, in a much smaller chair. Nerves were filling up inside him, which he desperately tried to hide. He much disliked how intimidating the council were, especially the lead Chairman, who acted as if the Major was a young, unintelligent child. This wasn't going to be a good day, the Mayor knew that already. He knew the council wouldn't listen to him, but he had to try and get them to help him, to help their family.

After a short silence, the lead Chairman began the meetings procedures. "First on our agenda…Mister Mayor!" Those words made the Mayor flinch, then slowly looking up at the council. "I believe you have some good news you wish to bring to our attention?"

"Well…" he murmured, moving from his seat to the centre of the room. He shuffled his papers, utterly flustered, a couple of the flying out his hands. Looking across the room, his eyes immediately landed to his wife, who gave him a small nod and a smile, showing her faith in him. This made him regain his small amount of confidence to speak again. "It's news…I don't know what you would exactly you would label it but…the thing is, I have been given some rather odd pieces of information in these past few months…"

"Good odd pieces of information?" the lead Chairman enquired, now interested to know what he was talking about.

With his heart in his throat, Mr. Mayor took a breath in, knowing he was at the pointy end of his request. "Well, the first came to me in a letter. I first thought it was some hoax or a mistake, so I just ignored it. But then I received another, which in it made me want to explore it further, with professional help." The council leaned forward, which made the Mayor start to stutter. "What I-I trying to say is…I mean, what we're trying to say is…uh…will you consider…" His last words came out muffled, his confidence running out.

"Consider what?" Starting to lose his patience, the lead Chairman raised his voice, wanting a clear response. His reply was the same as earlier, the Mayor struggling to even give eye contact, his body filled with tension.

"What? Speak up, man!"

"…I want you to help me find our baby!"

The city council eye's widened, especially the lead Chairman, who was, for once, nearly speechless. "Excuse me? Since when did you and your wife-" he asked the Mayor, his voice much softer.

"-have a child?" the Mayor cut in, mustering up some courage. Seeing as the council wasn't going to answer, he continued talking. "Well, I never thought I did. We had always wanted a family, but after the accident…" his voice turned to a whisper, memories flowing back to him. "We knew it wasn't possible…But then, one day, we found these." He held up two photos, one which was of a baby, wrapped in a blanket, only a few days old and the other which was of a necklace, with a charm of a peculiar red and white striped top hat. "In the letter, it said that this was our blood child. The necklace, we don't know what it means, but we knew it mean something, and from the moment we saw the photographs, we knew that this mystery had to be solved. For months we've tried to get some leads on who gave us this information and how it connects, but it has all lead to nothing." Looking back to the council, his expression turned into a pleading look. "Please sirs, if you could just let us into the records, then we might be able to-"

The Mayor was interrupted by a screeching sound and a sharp coughing. Gulping, his eyes moved to the lead Chairman, who had risen from his seat. "Mister Mayor…" he began. "We are very busy people; you have known that since you arrived here and took up the mayoral position about fourteen years ago. Now, from what you know, do you really think men such as us have time for small, insignificant matters such as this?"

"I know that…I just thought-" he tried to find a comeback, but nothing could come quick enough, as the lead Chairman spoke over the top of him, his voice filled with anger.

"We have an entire city to run and keep peaceful, which, if you didn't know all ready, is actually your job!" the lead Chairman yelled. "You are here to keep the tradition of making this city the best it can be, not to pester us with some lost fantasy!"

"Fantasy?" the Mayor's wife repeated, making her presence known. She stood up from her seat behind her husband to the centre of the room, her voice slightly raised. "We didn't imagine them! They're real, I'm sure of it!"

The Mayor joined his wife centre stage, his voice changing to a pleading tone. "Please, sir, you must help us find them, otherwise-"

Without warning, something fell through the roof, which was in fact Kirsty. The Mayor pulled his wife back, as the teenager fell right into the centre of the room, landing harshly on the carpeted floor. Everyone rose out of their seats, wanting to know both if the person was all right and who in fact it was. After an few seconds wait, Kirsty slowly raised her head a couple of inches from the ground, opened one of her eyes a fraction and soon after, blacked out, falling back onto the ground.

"What in the world just happened?"

"Somebody do something."

"Send for Doctor Whovy!"

"Stop crowding, let us through. Thank goodness. She's breathing. Are you all right, my dear?"

Opening her eyes, the first thing Kirsty saw when she regained consciousness were a pair of brown eyes and another of olive green. They both seemed familiar, but she couldn't put their faces to names. As her sight came back, she could see the eyes of brown belong to a middle aged man, who was holding her head in his hands. The green eyes belonged to a woman, about the same age, who was right by the man's side. They were both dressed in a vivid yellow, the bright glow of both their outfits and the entire room blinding her.

Kirsty nodded slightly, remembering their question. She had wondered why they would ask her such a thing, but then she remembered how she got her in the first place. Pain pieced through her leg, her ankle twisted awkwardly from the fall. She managed not to let out a cry, not wanting to look weak in front of them, and stood without much help, supporting her weight on her good leg.

"And who you might you be?"

The bitter voice went through Kirsty's body like a waterfall of ice, making Kirsty feel utterly uncomfortable. "Kirsty. Just Kirsty, sirs," she replied, bowing her head in apology to them. "I am incredibly sorry for interrupting your meeting. Hopefully you will understand when I tell you-"

The man who had spoken moved from his seat to the centre of the room, stopping her. "That is all I need to know. I am sure you did not mean for this to happen, but just try to be careful next time." Next, he moved his attention to the Mayor, on his face a scowl. "Now, if you don't mind, get someone to assort this young lady out. Then, we can finally get the rest of this meeting over and done with."

As the door slammed shut behind her, Kirsty started to examine her surroundings, taking in the quaintness, and quirkiness of this small city. Every one of the buildings had similarities to that of her old home, but with the amount of colour and curves in the architecture, was the polar opposite. From the stones in the pavement, to the white, fluffy clouds in sky, everything she saw was both out of place, yet fitting.

Either from over observing the complicated environment, or the fact she had just fallen through a room less than five minutes ago, she was starting to lose her proper balance, her head going in circles. She leaned against the wall, before sliding down to the ground. As she tried to slow herself down, she heard a sniff and the feeling that someone was watching her. Looking around, she saw a young teenage boy, dressed in a school uniform, hiding behind a corner, spying on her. He seemed to be a year younger than her, and was a foot and a half shorter as well. When she began to take a closer look at him, she had the peculiar feeling that they had met someplace before. His overall appearance was scruffy, much different to the people she had seen before. The more she looked into his deep brown eyes, the more she saw herself, when she lived in the orphanage, lost, confused and unwanted.

He seemed to recognise her as well, as he slowly came out of his hiding spot and sat a few metres away from her, not taking his eyes off her. The two were silent for a moment, each in deep thought. Each tried to start a conversation, but nothing could come to mind that seemed appropriate to talk about. It wasn't until Kirsty turned to him straight on, that he seemed interested, his eyes going wide when he saw her necklace. The boy's eyes grew wide, then without warning, he grabbed Kirsty and pushed open the door, rushing into the room.

"Oh, what is it now?!" The lead Chairman shouted, storming towards the two teenagers. Before he could lay a finger on them, he pulled the necklace out from Kirsty's neck, nearly chocking her.

The Mayor's wife stood from her seat. "Wait!" she shouted, causing the entire room to pause. She quietly moved over to the boy, investigating the necklace. She gasped, tears starting to fall from her eyes. All the while, Kirsty was looking at everyone, both confused and nervous. What was so shocking about her necklace, and why was everyone reacting like she had killed someone? She tried to apologise, but she was interrupted by the Mayor, who lifted her head up, his eyes sinking into hers, almost looking like he was about to cry.

"It's you…it's really you…my daughter…"

Those words made Kirsty shake her head in disbelief. No, these aren't my parents. They can't be. We look nothing alike; we're not even the same species. My parents died in a car accident! My parents are dead! These two people can't be my mother and father…they aren't!? The Mayor and his wife looked at her, like they were waiting for a response. But a response never came, as for the second time that day, Kirsty fainted.

This day was not going exactly the way she imagined it would…

As she came back into consciousness, Kirsty immediately realised three things.

One was that she was no longer in the council hall, but in a house, sitting obediently on a chair, in the centre of a dark, unknown room. Two, she now had a new outfit, which was in true Who style, in the same shade of yellow the Mayor and his wife had been wearing the last time she was awake. And finally, Three, she had been wrongly identified as the daughter to the most important political family in Whoville.

Before she could even speak, two spotlights came on out of nowhere. One was her, which was of no surprise, and the other was on the door. Right on cue, the Mayor and his wife walked through it, Mr Mayor carrying a briefcase, his wife holding an umbrella.

"Meet a tiny Who family on a small rainy day," Mr Mayor spoke, narrating to a non-existent audience.

"Mom and Dad are just home from the Who PTA," Mrs. Mayor added, shaking the water from the umbrella and placing it next to the door.

The couple looked across the room, their eyes landing straight at Kirsty. "And here's our lovely daughter!"

Moving towards her, their expressions changed to looks of concern. "In trouble again!"

"'Cause her Thinks take her places where no one has been!" they both told her, one on either side of her, making sure she couldn't escape.

"Kirsty..." Mr Mayor sighed, as he shook his head. There was then an uncomfortable silence before he spoke again. "I'm the Mayor of Who, a tradition we've long accepted. And upright behaviour is thus forth expected."

"But we've just had a talk with your teachers today and they didn't have one single good thing to say!" Mrs. Mayor added, tearfully.

"You invented new Thinks which defy all description!" he said, flinging his hands up in the air in disgust.

"You gave Miss O'Dooley a nervous conniption!"

"Your Thinks were so wild they disrupted your classes and made Mrs. Mackel-Who drop her new glasses. Which is why you're suspended!"

"Yes, that's what they said!"

"Young lady, what in who has got into your head?" They both asked her, anxious for an answer.

Now, at this point in time, Kirsty didn't know what to say. She knew she couldn't have done all of those things they had mentioned, as she had been in the Jungle of Nool for however long. Even though she hadn't done anything, she didn't mean to upset them. It was the first time she had been in a family, and she had made a terrible first impression. "I...um…" she mumbled softly, unable to create a believable excuse.

"Now Horton has found us. We're safe on a clover. But clearly our troubles are far, far from over," Mr .Mayor said, cutting Kirsty off.

Mrs. Mayor saw that the teenager was starting to become scared, so she stopped her husband and put her hand on her shoulder, gently, "We don't mean to scold you. We love you, oh, yes, dear. But couldn't you try thinking just a bit less, dear?"

Her husband saw this and also moved next to Kirsty, picking up her hand. "Stop telling such outlandish tales," he pleaded, in a much gentler tone.

"Stop turning minnows into whales." His wife helped Kirsty stand up.

"Now take your bath and go to bed."

"And think some normal thinks instead," the couple told her, before leaving the room in opposite directions.

Almost immediately, the lights came back on, revealing the appearance of the room, which happened to be a living room. The whole interior design of the space was as bright and outlandish as the rest of Whoville, with simular aspects of the furniture and feel of the room reflecting the late eighteenth century, giving the room a traditional and proper, yet eccentric vibe. It all amazed Kirsty, not ever knowing something as simple as a home could be so spectacular.

Remembering what her 'parents' had told her earlier, and not wanting to disappoint them further, she went up the cascade of stairs, looking for the bathroom. As she found the appropriate room, an object on the table beside the door caught her eye. It was a book, which was thicker than any she had seen. It was covered by red leather like material, with small crystals around its soft spine. As she cautiously picked it up and dusted the cover, she began to sneeze.

When all the dusk was removed, she noticed that its title wasn't in English, but in foreign symbols written in silver. Also on the cover was a black oval, which when Kirsty put her hand on it, was an empty space. "Hmm, how very curious…" she wondered. "This must be someone's diary or an ancient encyclopaedia."

She decided to put it in her bag for safekeeping, in case she got sucked into a portal again, and for later reading. Next to the door was a hat stand, where she placed her bag on. Before she went into the room, an image flashed across her brain, like a small motion picture. She saw herself, surrounded by small colourful creatures. All was going smoothly, until suddenly, a wave of water flooded them. In the distance, she could see a figure, who was trying to save them, but he was too late, just as her vision went back to normal. Kirsty couldn't understand what it meant, or if it at all meant anything, but entered the room with caution, not knowing what misfortune lay ahead in her new life, and her new identity.

(EDIT: This chapter was redone on the 27/09/2013. I have literally rewritten the chapter, and added a whole new introduction, which includes very important sub plot information. This information is needed to explain future chapters. If you have the time, could you please comment on this edited version?)