Logan and Silver walked together in the World Showcase of Epcot, starting counter-clockwise to reach the France Pavilion faster. Poor Silver couldn't stop talking all the way through, expressing his fears and worries about an upcoming party he was charged to organize for Snow White and her friends.

"... And I'm not even talking about the tables - we have to order them close enough to let all the guests be able to talk with each other, but not too much as to invade anyone's privacy! There's also the theme! We already did everything there is to be themed after in the past, so what should we do to be original-" Silver's rambling was cut off by Logan, who raised his hand.

"Silver, you're talking even more than Bunga and Jar Jar Binks combined. Calm down, take a deep breath," he instructed. "I told you; my friend will be able to help you with all of that, when we meet her."

"How can you be so sure? You only met her very recently, didn't you say?" Silver asked, somewhat skeptical.

"Yeah, and during that short period of time, she almost had a heart attack because I dropped food on my shirt, forcing me to give it to her, so she could clean it. With that kind of overdramatic attitude, there's no way she isn't the perfect choice to help you," Logan assured.

The two friends crossed the Canada and United Kingdom Pavilions before arriving to the France one and before a pretty good-looking shop that had 'The Mirage Boutique' written in a somewhat mystical Arabian style over the entrance. Silver took a good look and rubbed his chin with interest. "Wow, I like the design," he admitted.

They entered the boutique to discover it was even more impressive from the inside than from the outside. A huge space with plenty of well-dressed people admiring various dresses that were as unique and beautiful as the other, returning with previously damaged outfits, and discussing with each other about the artist's talent. "Thank you. Come back again!" Barely a few seconds in, and Logan heard that familiar voice. Surely enough, he spotted his peafowl friend finishing some business with two satisfied clients, who walked away.

"There she is," Logan informed his fellow Dream Defender. "Let's go meet her." The two friends walked across the boutique and all the way to the owner. "Hey, Almyra, what's up?"

"Oh, hello, Logan," Almyra greeted her friend back with a beautiful smile and a little hug. "It's nice to see you again. When's the last time we actually got to see each other?"

"Quite a while," Logan mused. "Almyra, this is Silver, one of my co-Dream Defenders and closest friends in the Magical World. Silver, Almyra, the friend I told you I met at the Enchanted Tiki Room."

"Nice to meet you, mademoiselle," Silver said with taking Almyra's feathered hand and kissing it. "May I say that you look as gorgeous and radiant as a princess?"

"Oh my, what a gentleman," the avian lady exclaimed, trying to hide her cheeks that were turning an adorable red. "But it's funny you're saying that, because I actually am a princess."

That statement earned her surprised looks from the two men. "What?" they asked at the same time.

"Well, I'm not a Disney Princess, obviously, but my two parents own vast lands and riches, back in my middle eastern country. Because of this, my family is considered royalty, thus making me a princess," Almyra explained. "It's thanks to their wealth that I was able to open up a boutique here, in Epcot."

Silver turned toward Logan. "Why didn't you tell me that you were friends with a princess?!" he asked in an overdramatic way.

"I didn't know, you have my words!" Logan swore with a hand raised.

"You look pretty good yourself," Almyra remarked as she admired Silver's current outfit. "Where did you get this? I know it doesn't come from my boutique, for sure."

"Oh? You like it?" Silver span on himself to give the peafowl a full view of his attire. "To answer your question, it doesn't come from anywhere; it's my very own creation. Believe it or not, but I'm also into fashion."

Almyra's eyes turned round like plates, and she became still, almost as if she saw a ghost. She grabbed Silver by the cheeks and pulled him into her face. "We've got a lot to talk about," she mumbled like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Indeed, you do," Logan agreed, chuckling at his friend's reaction. "We actually came because Silver needs your help with something. How about we go talk about it around a good meal?"


The three friends headed over to the Rose & Crown Dining Room in the United Kingdom Pavilion so that Silver and Almyra could discuss Snow White's party. After taking a table for three, they commanded a United Kingdom cheese platter for Logan, coronation salad for Silver, and scotch eggs for Almyra. Throughout the meal, Silver and Almyra discussed not only the party's organization, but also their shared love for anything fashion-related. Logan could only understand one word out of four, so decided to sit back and mostly stroll through his cellphone.

"How about we use cotton sateen for the table sheets?" Almyra suggested after taking her meal's last bite. "Its three-over-one weave is looser, giving a denser feel that drapes well and has a silky sheen. It's heavier than percale and will certainly not feel too heavy on the guests' legs."

"Yes! And we could take them in white, since it's a party where Snow White is the host!" Silver agreed, practically jumping with excitation in his chair. "I can get us all of this through my contacts in Epcot's international lines. Maybe the princesses will even want to contribute a little - it's a party for one of them, after all."

Logan couldn't help but chuckle from seeing two of his friends sharing their passion, coming with ideas, and getting along so well. The servant eventually came to pick up their empty plates and got ready to receive another order. "May we offer you something to drink before you leave?"

"Yes, I'm gonna take a Magical Star Cocktail, please," Silver demanded.

"And for me, it's gonna be an Irish Whiskey Flight. Please, go easy on the Bushmill," Almyra commanded before looking at Logan. "What'll you take, Logan?"

"Huh... I don't actually take alcoholic drinks, guys," the young man excused himself with rubbing the back of his head.

"What?! Are you kidding me?" Silver asked in disbelief. "How can you not; some of the best beverages in this world are alcoholic."

"I don't know, I just don't like the taste of alcohol," Logan explained.

"Yeah, it's true that alcohol is consumed more for his refreshing nature than its taste," Silver admitted. "There's nobody that actually likes alcohol; just people who find it either tolerable or intolerable. It's an acquired taste, after all."

Almyra rubbed her chin with a smile. "To celebrate our successful planning of Snow White's party, I suggest we mark the moment by making Logan try his first alcoholic beverage. Bartender, bring us a tropical orange flavor Bacardi Breezer, please!"

The bartender arrived with the full command, pulling them in front of his clients. While Silver and Almyra exchanged a toast before happily taking their first sip, Logan stared hesitantly at the cup containing an orange, bubbly liquid. "I don't know, guys..."

"Come on, Logan; just take one sip. If you don't like it, then just stop there," Silver encouraged him.

Deciding there was no harm in trying, Logan grabbed his cup and took a sip. A frown immediately formed on his face. "My gosh! It's strong!" However, his face just as quickly returned to normal, and he looked at his friends. "But... It's pretty good."

"Yeah, good thing the orange juice is actually overwhelming the alcohol present in the drink, otherwise it'd be completely different," Almyra explained. She exchanged a toast with her human friend. "To the hope that Snow White's party will be a success. Just be careful not to drink too fast, cause there's still alcohol in it, alright?"

Whilst Silver and Almyra slowly drank their cups and kept discussing the last details for their planning, Logan got more and more into his Bacardi Breezer. It wasn't as good as his favorite fruit juices or milkshakes, but somehow, he didn't wanna stop filling his stomach with it. Feeling it flow down his throat was so good and refreshing. Without his two friends noticing, he finished his cup and commanded another fill, followed by another, then another...

"Ha, ha, good one!" Almyra laughed at Silver's joke before taking the final sip of her cup. "Alright, it was nice meeting and discussing fashion with you, Silver. But I have to return to the shop now; I've got some commands to finish before the end of the day."

"Fine by me," Silver replied with a smile, finishing his Magical Star Cocktail at the same time. "See you next week for the party. Are you ready to go, Logan? Logan?" At this moment, the two friends realized Logan's cheeks had turned red like cherries, a goofy smile had formed on his face, and his eyes dropped half-closed, like he was about to fall asleep.

"Huh, are you okay, Logan?" Almyra asked with a raised eyebrow.

"If I'm okay? If I'm OKAY?! I've never felt so good! Living here is awesome, and I LOVE you guys!" he exclaimed a bit too loud, causing the other customers to look at him.

Silver and Almyra exchanged worried gazes before looking back at their friend. "How many cups of Bacardi Breezer did you drink, exactly?" Silver asked.

"Not a lot. Just two... Or three... Or maybe it was eight... Unless it was forty, or a hundred - I can't remember," Logan babbled while poking at his own head, like a kid trying to remember the letters of the alphabet.

"Too many, it's clear," Silver remarked. "I think it's best we leave right now and bring you back to your home until you feel better. Sir?"

The bartender approached and waited to be paid, which Silver was about to do. However, Logan stopped him before he could do so. "No, no, no, wait a sec'. I'll be the one to pay this meal, cause you guys are such good friends..." The bartender extended his hand toward Logan to receive his payment. In response, the young man grabbed the hand, pulled the bartender forward, and actually kissed him on the cheek.

"... May I ask what is it you just did, sir?" the bartender asked, visibly shocked by the gesture.

"I paid you with the greatest form of payment that exists... Love!" Logan replied with a smile. He then kicked up from his chair and shoved the bartender a bit as he ran towards the exit. "LIFE IS AWESOME!" he yelled before crossing the door.

When the bartender gave a serious glare in their direction, Silver and Almyra smiled nervously. "Sorry about this. Here's your real payment," Silver said with giving him the right amount of money. "My gosh, Almyra, what have we done?"

"A huge mess, I'm afraid! Come on, let's catch him before he causes trouble!" the peafowl exclaimed and rushed outside the dining room with her friend on her heels.

When the two got outside, they immediately looked for their target in the crowd, but failed to locate him. Epcot's World Showcase was very busy with people, so it would probably take them a while to find him. "I LOVE MY FREEDOM!" Or maybe not.

Not too far from them, Logan was happily running around like a kid who just received a new toy. Everybody he came across gave him weird glances, wondering what was wrong with him. At one point, he spotted a young couple sitting together on the edge of the lake, talking and about to kiss. Without even thinking, he ran up to them and pushed the two unfortunate ones into the lake with a big SPLASH!

"Dates are even more romantic underwater! Coming from someone dating a whale!" Logan beamed before running off once more.

"Logan!" Almyra yelled, narrowly missing him. She and Silver helped the couple out of the water with apologetic smiles. "Sorry. Logan, come back here!"

They ran through the crowd for a bit, but still lost sight of their friend. Silver looked left and right for any trace of his passage. "Where did he go? Maybe he...?! Oh my gosh, Logan!" Their friend had climbed up on a statue of the Beauty and the Best, and was currently spinning and flipping all around it whilst singing.

"Sur le pont d'Avignon,

L'on y danse, l'on y danse,

Sur le pont d'Avignon

L'on y danse tout en rond."

All the by passers gave weird gazes and unapproved looks at the young man's attitude. "Logan, get down here this instant!" Silver ordered. "We're taking you home until you're done digesting everything you've drunk!"

"No! I hate napping! Except when I don't hate napping!" Logan replied with a pouting look more fit for a child.

"Stop discussing, young man! You're coming with us right now!" Almyra ordered with a firm tone and glare.

"Noooooo!" Logan jumped down from the statue, somehow not ending up with a broken leg, and started running away from his two friends in a thrilling chase. This chase continued through a few shops in which Logan pushed customers out of the way, even shoving some merchandise on the floor, much to the employees' annoyance. It all ended when they came out of a shop and Logan leaped over a security barrier into the lake. And he didn't even turn into his electric eel form; he just jumped in the lake and started swimming away like a dinosaur was chasing him.

"Are you kidding me?!" Silver exclaimed, taking his head in his hands whilst giving a look mixing annoyance and awe at his friend.

Almyra rubbed her eyes with two feathered fingers. "Maybe we shouldn't have introduced him to Bacardi Breezer after all." Lucky for them, a group happened to be playing a song nearby, allowing the young peafowl to use her Dance of the Mystical Veils to make a bridge of ice over the lake's surface. She and Silver jumped on it and started running after their friend.

Speaking of which, Logan reached the other end of World Showcase, the Mexico Pavilion, to be precise, and tried to climb out of the lake. Oliver, the cat protagonist of the Oliver & Company movie, happened to pass by at that moment and took notice of him.

"Do you need help, sir?" he politely offered with approaching Logan.

The young man, however, simply grabbed the poor cat and tossed him in the lake. "Oh, shut up, Garfield! Why do you hate Mondays so much? You don't even have a job!" he remarked before climbing out by himself.

When Silver and Almyra reached the end of the lake on their ice bridge, they started looking all around for their friends, eventually spotting him having a staring contest with an Aztec statue - which he claimed to have won. "Logan!" yelled Silver, causing the young man to start running away once more.

The chase led the trio out of the World Showcase and to the World Discovery section, where a few Marvel heroes were having a meet and greet with fans. There were lots of fans present at the event, all excited to meet their heroes. This gave Logan the idea to climb on a little shop from where everyone would be able to see him. And then, he yelled possibly the worst thing one could say at such an event.

"Hey, everyone! Marvel sucks! DC's better!"

A dead silence fell upon the entire place. Silver and Almyra's eyes widened as far as they could go, with the peafowl's beak dropping open and the young man giving the biggest slap he could to his forehead. The silence was soon replaced by yells of rage, and Logan found himself having to run away from a sea of angry fans.

"LOGAN!"


A groan escaped Logan's mouth as he regained consciousness. After a few seconds, he realized that he was lying on his bed with Silver and Almyra next to him. "Guys? W-What happened? Why is my head hurting so much?"

"You've had a little too much of Bacardi Breezer, I'm afraid," Silver explained. "However, that headache is the least of your worries right now."

Logan tilted his head curiously. "What do you mean?"

"He means that, after swallowing god-knows-how-many cups, you've completely lost your mind and sense of integrity," Almyra said. "Seriously, you ran everywhere in Epcot, and did the dumbest things there was to do. Do you want the list?"

"Huh... do I have to?" Logan asked, swallowing a lump in his throat.

The two friends started telling everything to the young man, his cheeks turning redder and redder in embarrassment as they went on. At one point, someone knocked at the door and Logan went to respond, discovering it was Alma "Abuela" Madrigal from Encanto. She slapped him across the face, exclaiming: "How dare you kiss my granddaughter without her permission!" before leaving.

"I-I did what?" Logan asked his friends in disbelief.

"Just esteem yourself lucky we managed to catch you before you could use a carpet from a souvenir shop to slide down the Epcot Center," Silver pointed out.

"So let me get this straight; I tried to pay a bartender with a kiss, caused property damage, shoved people into a lake, and now, I'm in trouble with the Madrigal family, got every Marvel fans to turn their back on me, and possibly damaged my reputation as a Dream Defender?" Logan nervously summed up.

"Not only that, but you're also gonna have to pay for all the property damage you caused, and also do community works to make up for your attitude," Almyra pointed out. "If I were you, I'd pray not to lose my job."

Logan rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Cheese and crackers, looks like the fun part of summer is over for me..."