Hello everyone!

As I promised, I am updating on Dr Seuss' Birthday!...well, not exactly. Since I am not at school tomorrow, which is 2nd of March for Australia (Thank you so much universe for giving me a day off! XD), I had to update today or not at all, which I can't do, since a promise is a promise! Anyway, I am very excited for people in America, as The Lorax is released in cinemas today! If you see it before the 29th of March (the date when it comes out in Australia), please tell me your verdict, because I really want to see it.

This chapter is back into the actual story of the musical and involved the musical number 'It's Possible (McElligot's Pool)' and we are introduced to the real Jojo (YAH!) and a new character of mine, whom I shall not name. You'll have to read the chapter if you really want to find out!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything to do with Seussical. AT ALL! That belongs to Ted Geisel, Lynn Ahrens and Stephen Flaherty. I only own Kirsty, the red and white box and all those interesting items, the short edited reprise of 'How to Raise a Child' and my new O.C type character.

Enjoy the chapter and please R&R!

Sophie :)

Chapter Six: Anything's Possible!

As Kirsty opened the door, she sighed, as she viewed the bathroom's furnishings, which were similar in style to the rest of the house. What did her parents have against free thinking? Sitting down on the on a chair next to the bath, another tune started up. "Try not to think. Try and behave. Try not to think," she thought aloud to herself, reflecting what Mr. and Mrs. Mayor had told her moments earlier. "I'll think of taking a bath in the drippy old tub going plink, plink, plink plink! But when I think of that plinkety plink; I see fish swimming by in a school. Hey, maybe this tub is-"

"McElligot's Pool?" a voice suggested. Kirsty let out a little shriek, as her head turned to the top window. Sitting on the ledge of the open window was the same boy that had dragged her into the council hall, except he was now in jeans, sneakers and a bright orange and white striped shirt. "I don't believe it! You're a Thinker!" he said, on his face a look of shock.

"Please don't tell anyone!" Kirsty begged him. "I am already in enough trouble as it is with my parents. I don't want to be more of a burden-"

The boy stopped her, trying to calm her down. "Hey, it's okay! I won't tell a soul. We're on the same side. I'm a Thinker too! Our kind has to stick together," he told her. He jumped off the ledge and put his hand out. "I'm Jojo, by the way. And you're Kirsty, aren't you?"

Kirsty took his hand, wondering how he knew who she was. "How do you know my name?"

"One thing you have to know about Whoville. It's very hard to keep anything secret around here; news spreads faster than wildfire, if you know what I mean."

"You seem very happy to talk to me now. Why did you do what you did back then?"

"I just like to use my words wisely, not to mention the fact that I don't feel confident talking to people I can't trust. But enough about that, how about I help you with your Thinks a little bit? You look like you need a kick start," Jojo said. Before Kirsty could ask him what he meant by his first comment, he began to sing. "This might be a pool, like I've read of in books, connected to one of those underground brooks. An underground river that starts here and flows right under this bathtub and then who knows! It's possible! Anything's possible!"

He looked to Kirsty, who was sitting on the sidelines. She seemed frightened at the idea of taking a risk like this, so he tried to encourage her. "It's possible. Anything's possible!" they sang together.

"It might go along, down where no one can see Right under state highway two hundred and three! Right under the wagons! Right under the toes of Mrs Umbroso! ... Who's hanging out clothes!" Jojo continued.

"It's possible! Anything's possible," Kirsty sang. With each wild think that came to them, the more excited and confident she became. "This might be a river now mightn't it be, connecting McElligot's Pool with the sea! Then maybe some fish might be swimming...swimming toward me!" She sang, immediately trusting herself and her Thinks.

Suddenly, all the light went out and the room turned silent. Both of them grabbed onto each other, each confused. A few seconds later, the two were surrounded by water and the room was filled with glowing objects, which turned out be groups of multi-coloured fish. Kirsty held her breathe, until she saw Jojo, who has still breathing normally. After persisting, she managed to begin to breathe normally, which she found was easier than expected. The two teenagers were amazed, and looked at each other in acclaim. As they danced around him, all Jojo could look at was Kirsty. He was gobsmacked at the potential this girl had, and how connected their Thinks seemed to be.

"Oh, the sea is so full of a number of fish," Jojo began to sing again, his face beaming. The fish did some backup. "If a fellow is patient he might get his wish!" He started to dance with the fish, letting loose.

"And that's why we think that we're not such a fool when we sit here and fish in McElligot's pool! It's possible..." Kirsty added, also letting loose a little.

"Anything's possible," they all sang together.

"It's possible..." Jojo repeated.

Anything's possible!"

"It's possible...," Kirsty sang, the music dying down. "Anything... Anything..." All of a sudden the lights came back on, and the fish scurried away. Both noticed that the bath had overflowed and they were standing in a foot of water. Each of them was soaking wet and the paint on the walls was peeling away.

Oh no, what have I done? I promised my parents that I wouldn't Think and now look what's happened! How did I drag myself into this mess?

As she started to panic, she looked for Jojo, who was nowhere to be seen. "How could he just abandon me? He was the one who helped me Think this whole mess up? Or was it just me?" Before she could even begin to guess herself, the bathroom door opened, where she could see her parents, almost as soaking wet as she was. From what she could see, they were far from impressed.

"Kirsty!" Mr. Mayor yelled, entering the room. "The tub's overflowed on the floor! The water is running right under the door!"

Mrs. Mayor didn't move from the doorway, too shocked for words. "The ceiling is peeling! You've flooded the den! Oh, Kirsty, I think you've been Thinking again!"

"I say this with firmness and terrible sorrow," her father added, lowing his voice slightly." Young lady… we will deal with you come tomorrow!"

Kirsty tried to explain, but it was no use, as her father quickly slammed the door shut behind him. She dropped her head, and dropped down to the floor next to the bath. All the fish from earlier poked their heads up from their various hiding places, looking very sorry.

Kirsty sighed, looking around at all the trouble she had caused. "I still think that I'm not such a fool," she sang softly, trying to hide her tears. "When I sit here and fish in McElligot's pool…"

"It's possible," all the fish sang. She noticed this and gave them a small smile in thanks.

"Anything's ...possible!" they all sang. The fish slowly disappeared, as Kirsty picked up her things and left the room, ashamed and regretful, for ruining her once in a lifetime opportunity of having a family.

Mr. Mayor was pacing the living room, his heart and head caught in an impossible web. He had just found out his daughter could be a Thinker, and that was a massive problem. If the council found out about this incident, his reputation would be ruined and they could be at risk of losing the perfect daughter they had dreamed about for so long. His wife was beginning to clean up the mess, blow drying all the book, blankets and objects that were still intact. On her face was an expression of pure devastation. This was every parent's worst nightmare. They thought they would be safe, considering their history and the fact that Kirsty was a girl, as females were less of a risk of carrying the Thinker gene, but that could possibly not be enough.

"Dear, what are we going to do about her?" Mrs. Mayor asked. "Something's not right. They told us that she would be the perfect child we'd been longing for, but she'd anything but. What if we made a mistake?"

Mr. Mayor moved over to his wife, putting her hands in his, not knowing what else to say. At that moment, another tune began to play and his wife began to sing.

"She's a perfect little girl, but she's acting very strange," she sighed.

"Is it all a part of growing up or did something make her change?" her husband asked himself. "We could just lay down the law."

"We could simply let her grow?" His wife suggested, but she knew it wasn't going to be that simple.

The two moved to opposite sides of the room. "Oh, where are the instructions on how to raise a child?" they both lamented. "Who has the instructions on how to raise a child? Who has all the answers? I don't know." They slumped into their chairs, not knowing what to do.

At that very moment, the doorbell rang, which made the two suddenly alert. As the couple walked up to the door, they opened it to find a young man, who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen standing in front of them. He was quite tall and was dressed quite roughly. He was also holding a black briefcase in his hand, and he looked to be rather tired and worn out. He tipped his hat to the couple and flashed Mrs. Mayor an enchanting smile, which made her blush slightly.

Mr. Mayor straightened himself up, as he noticed the man's attempt to charm his wife. "What is it I can do for you?" he asked the man, trying not to sound too gruff, or show his jealously.

The man bowed to the politician, wanting to get on the Mayor's good side. "Good evening, Mr. Mayor. My name is Christopher Isaac Traumanis Hamilton , but you can call me Cith. I applied for your application of a butler, chauffeur, assistant and tutor for both your family and your new daughter," he told them. "I was meant to start tomorrow, but I have one small dilemma. You see, my apartment was recently affected in a fire, unknown to me. So, when I arrived in town this afternoon, I have had no time to find any replacement accommodation for the night, while they repair it. So, I was wondering if you knew of any place where I might be able to reside for the night."

"Oh, there is no need to look for a place to stay. You can stay here with us. Come in, and we can begin to sort things out," Mr. Mayor told him, leading him into the kitchen. As Cith sat down on a chair at the dining table, Mrs. Mayor passed him a hot drink, which he took with gratitude.

"You poor thing. You look like you've been through a lot today," she told him, sitting down on the seat next to him, with her own cup of tea in her hands.

He took a sip, the tea warming him up to a large degree. "The same to you. Has your first day of parenthood been a rollercoaster ride, already?"

Mr. Mayor joined them, sitting next to his wife. "You could say that. We don't know what's wrong with her, or how to solve our problems."

"Ahh…Well, I might just have the answer…" Cith told them, taking off his hat and pulling a brochure out from it. He gave it to the couple, who looked at it with wide eyes. They both looked at the title, which was simply 'How to Raise a Child'. "I will leave you to it." Those were his last words, as he quietly went up the stairs, giving the couple some space.

Curiosity taking over them, they both began to read it aloud. "Does your child give you troubles? Do their grades keep on shrinking?" Mrs. Mayor read.

"Do they drive teachers wild with their uncontrolled thinking?" Mr. Mayor continued.

"As a parent, are you overwhelmed? Insecure? The help that you seek is inside this brochure!" they both said, getting more interested at what the brochure had to say with every word. This could be the solution to getting their daughter back.

Now all they had to do was convince Kirsty.

As the night fell, Kirsty had begun to feel even more worried. What would her parents do to her, after the bathroom incident? Also, would she ever get back to Nool and Horton? Or even get out of this fantasy and into the real world? In the past few hours, she had even been questioning if she was in a dream or not, having experience so much pain and not waking up.

Becoming restless, she got out of her chair, put her silk dressing gown over her nightdress and went over to her new bedroom's balcony. The air was cold on her skin, but she didn't mind. It helped calm herself down, her problems making her incredibly stressed. She had never imagined what normal life would be like, with a home and a family, but if she had, she wouldn't have imagined it would be like this.

"What's this?" she asked herself, as she felt a lump in the pocket of her dressing gown. Reaching into it, she found a small silver metal box, which was covered in red and white symbols. Opening it, a tune started to play, like a music box. She found a folded up piece of paper, which she found to be a poster. It looked to be for a military academy, and had in bold letters 'The answer to all your problems!. "How peculiar to find this in a music box? I'm sure it wasn't in my pocket earlier. But what does this have to do-"

A thought came to her mind. Would her parents consider sending her to a military academy? Whatever it meant, she knew she had a reason to be worried.

And what about Jojo, the boy who was a Thinker just like her? Would they send him to that academy? Part of her never wanted to see him again, after he left her to the mess of their thinking, but as he had told her, they both had something in common. They were both rule breakers, troublesome kids…people who both didn't have a place in their world. She had to find out more about him, as so much didn't add up.

"Oh, where are the instructions on how to be the perfect child? Who has the instructions on how to be the perfect child?" Kirsty sang, her eyes starting to close. "Who has all the answers? I don't know…" As she felt herself sliding down, she heard the door open and saw an unknown man walking towards her.

Cith closed her eyes shut, as he lifted her up and placed her on the bed, placing the covers over her. He didn't say anything as he left the room, but as he was about to close the door behind him, he heard a voice.

"Thank you…" Kirsty whispered, before she shut her eyes completely.

He didn't reply, only giving her a small smile, as he turned the light off and shut the door, leaving her to sleep in peace.

(EDIT: This chapter was redone on the 29/09/2013. I have slightly edited the structure in the second half and ending, but mostly, this edit was to do some much needed spelling and grammar fix ups and changed dialogue tags and whatnot. If you have the time, could you please comment on this edited version?)