Tonight was the grand opening of the Disney Lounge, a place for all the adult characters could be. There was some new face and some from back when only the House of Mouse was the best place to be. The lounge was better though. There was a place for kids to play at and a teen hangout area in separtate rooms, a drinking bar, and even a dinner theater all in one! It was much more advanced.
A slew of noises could be heard from the children's area. Things crashing, barking, and kids screaming. Spot ran up the walls, on the ceiling, over kids, he didn't care. All he was focused on was the squirrel that had somehow gotten in. "Bark! Bark bark bark!" He only stopped once the squirrel shrank and jumped through the keyhole of the door. Spot looked at the aftermath of his squirrel chase "Sorry guys, you know how it is.. dogs chase squirrels." he apologized with a sheepish smile.
Meanwhile, Boo and Giggle were coloring in coloring books in the kids area. They were too involved in their drawings to notice Spot making a mess of the place. Even if they did, they were used to it.
Aladdin walked into the children's area by mistake and looked confusedly at the dog. "Huh?" he questioned out loud, his eyebrow raised slightly.
Then when the dog started talking, he made the exact same reaction, raising an eyebrow slightly. "Huh?" he said again, in the exact same tone of voice.
Aladdin soon realised, after lots of confusion, that he was in the wrong area. Oops.
Wiggins found himself alone in the Lounge, he didn't know what to do. Having this much free will was a bit unfamiliar to him but as always, he dealt with it. Seeing the mess left behind from the bright blue dog was unsettling to say the least, the dogs he had been used to dealing with were always well behaved. "Oh dear..." he sighed and scoffed before heading to his corner.
A silvery-blue monster was sitting at her corner of the lounge. She sighed and ordered a virgin bloody mary. She was going to be driving home so no alcohol for her tonight.
Confused Aladdin suddenly morphed into Landlord Pete.
"Everybody GET OUT! I'm shutting dis place down! I have the permit, see?" he got out a piece of paper that showed his ownership of the building.
Wiggins turned around quickly, dramatic sound effects could be heard and the camera zoomed in on him. "O-oh no! T-this just can't be!" He fainted in the nearest person's arms
"You better believe it, twink, 'cause it's happenin'. And there's nothing any of you, or that stupid little MOUSE can do about it!" Pete laughed super evilly (and hotly), every twink in his nearby vicinity shuddered in fear. Everyone in general shuddered. But especially the twinks.
Suddenly, the room went dark. The front door burst open and western showdown music started playing overhead. A shadowy figure confidently sneaked forward into the light. GOVERNOR RATCLIFFE "Not on my watch, Partner." He scowled angrily, his fists closed tightly, turning white.
This was it. The battle of the bears. Who would reign victorious? Pete knew it would be him, for he was the ULTIMATE bear. You see, Pete started off as a bear in the 1920s, and eventually morphed into a cat. This backstory is very important because idk
"Oh? And just what are YOU gonna do about it, pal? You gonna get your pathetic men to shoot ME? Huh!?" Pete taunted him in a mocking voice, laughing slightly.
Pete wouldn't admit it, but there was a sliver of doubt inside of him. He felt somewhat threatened by the other man's large presence. Pete didn't even have a personal twink servant with undying loyalty to him. That just wasn't acceptable. This threat had to be thwarted immediately.
Spot emerged from the children's area, now wearing a suit and tie. I'm done hanging out with snotty kids.. these guys are nothin like my classmates he thought to himself. the blue hued mutt walked on his back legs with his hands behind his back as he checked the place out. he wolf-whistled "wow.. looks like they spent a lot of money on the joint." the dog said aloud to no one in particular.
His attention was then brought to the two large men at the front. Clearly, something dramatic was taking place. popcorn materialized out of thin air and he began shoveling it into his mouth. "Fight, fight, fight!" he chanted, the words distorted from his mouth being full.
Ratcliffe smirked (spade style) and then chuckled evilly. "No, no, no. We're gonna handle his properly, like REAL men." He placed his hands on his large belly. This could only mean one thing... A b-belly battle? Everyone knows this is how bears handled all of their quarrels. "I challenge you to a duel but not just ANY duel, one that must be fought with our bellies." He smirked once more, taking a step forward "Do you accept? Or are ya scared?"
Before either husky man could spare another word, the door was kicked open by a tall man sporting a salt and pepper beard and a leather jacket, barbed wire wrapped baseball bat slung over one shoulder* "Are we shitting our pants yet?" He bellowed
"What the?" Ratcliffe heard a buzzing noise. Must be a fly. "Anyways, where were we..."
"What the fuck?" Negan asked aloud to himself, turning and looking back out the door as if he couldn't comprehend the situation he'd just walked into, which at the moment he couldn't. "You aren't the pricks from Alexandria?"
Spot raised an eyebrow at negan. "Are you Disney? I don't think I've seen you before, pal. You might wanna go next door to The Walking Dead lounge." he explained to the non-animated human man.
Wiggins wakes up, he sees the live action human man in the room "what on earth is going on!?" this then prompts him to pass out once more
Pete completely ignored Negan because he was allergic to non-Disney characters.
Pete gave the large man (Ratcliffe) a surveying glance up-and-down.
"You're.. you're that serious, huh?" Pete sighed, readying himself for the upcoming duel. "Alright then. I accept. I ain't scared of nothin'." he smirked (like Spade).
"I gotta warn you doe, pal. I was the belly battle CHAMPION back in my day." Pete began to circle round the Governor, holding his weapon (his belly) in place in anticipation.
Ratcliffe gets in to position, ready to pounce at any moment. "Oh yeah? Well I was BORN to be the belly battle KING. Be prepared, BOY" That word. Ratcliffe knew that was any bears weakness, it was the ultimate form of disrespect. That word was reserved for twinks and twinks only. Hoping to catch Pete off guard, Ratcliffe jiggled his tummy as he charged forward. The sound his fat belly made as it collided with Pete's was so loud, the sound could be heard around the planet. The battle had begun.
Spot covered his sensitive ears, cringing at the loud sound of big bellies colliding. "Ow!" maybe the kids area wasn't so bad... he then pulled a pair of noise cancelling earphones out of his suit pocket, he couldn't leave now! It was just starting to get interesting.
Before Pete had time to react to the unscrupulous comment, he flew backwards into a pile of chairs, but it didn't hurt because he was a slapstick cartoon character, and THIS was where Pete had the upper-hand. Ratcliffe was essentially a rotoscoped human, what with how realistic his face and mannerisms were. Pete could fall from a 10 story building and require nothing more than a few plasters to make a full-recovery. So this? Psh, this was a piece of cake. Though, Pete had to admit, it wasn't like any other belly battle he'd participated in before. The absolute force of Ratcliffe's big belly was unparalleled to any of his previous opponents.
Getting up, birds and stars spun around his head, as he tried to regain his posture.
Suddenly, he remembered what Ratcliffe had called him.
"Don't." he began.
"You." he got a head-start.
"Ever." he began to run.
"Call." he was picking up serious momentum now.
"Me." he lifted his big belly up.
"That." watch out Ratcliffe, here he comes!
"WORD!" he used a giant slingshot that was just sitting in the lounge room for some reason to LAUNCH himself towards Ratcliffe.
Upon impact he shattered 16 of Ratcliffe's brittle human bones, causing him real-world injuries.
The sound of belly smacking against belly reverberated throughout the entire universe.
Ratcliffe was NOT expected that sort of retaliation, at least that's what he would have thought if he wasn't in an almost fatal coma. The lifeless body lay facedown on the lounge floor, his limbs.. twisted in a nonhuman way. Did Pete just...win?
Woah woah woah, pause the movie! Fret not viewers! This is not the demise of our Dear Governor Ratcliffe, oh no. You see, Ratcliffe comes from a universe where magic just.. exists. He'll be juuust fine. Leaves and colorful wind make their way into the cold Disney Lounge and swirl around Ratcliffe's body, healing his...horrific injuries. Before Pete gets to celebrate his victory, Ratcliffe stands up. Ratcliffe doesn't say anything, he just spins around very quickly, to recharge his bellies energy. He charges forward once more, smacking his belly left and right against Pete's. "Give up NOW Pete! What do you have to live for? This pathetic excuse for a nightclub?!" He chuckles as he continues to press his belly against Pete's, the sound similar to a singular person applauding mixed with gurgling groan and growl sounds. He must be hungry...FOR REVENGE!
Pete's teeth started to chatter loudly and he bit his non-existent nails down as the Governor pushed against him.
"WOAH, WOAH, WOAH! N-NOW JUST CALM DOWN, PAL! I DIDN'T MEAN NO HARM, I WAS JUST MESSIN' AROUND!" Pete desperately tried to defend himself hoping that the Governor would have mercy on him.
"You want this lounge, h-here you can have it! It's yours!" Pete shakily took out the permit and threw it in Ratcliffe's direction, too afraid to even hand it to him normally.
Pete suddenly hatched a devious idea, however. He was quite the underhanded fellow, and wherever possible he'd betray whoever showed him the mercy he begged for.
"In fact, Mr. John Ratcliffe.." he began, still being forced backwards by the other bear's big belly, "If you'd just sign here.. you could have FULL ownership, 100% of the shares, no catch!" he smiled widely, his nervousness gone in an instant. Totally not suspicious.
This offer completely caught Ratcliffe off guard. He backed up a bit and his belly retracted to normal size. "The whole lounge you say? Hmm.." A cartoonish thought bubble appeared over his head as he imagined himself strutting around the bar with Wiggins on a leash behind him. "I must say, you've intrigued Mr. Pete" Ratcliffe was, to be blunt, extremely dumb so any grimble of suspicion completely went unnoticed. "You got yourself a deal." He took out a feather quill, because well.. he doesn't understand pen technology yet, and signed the contract. He patted his belly in satisfaction "Pleasure doing business with you. my good man."
Then suddenly an avid fan of both Pete AND Ratcliffe showed up and observed the ongoing feud.
"Landlord Pete and ratcliffe holy shit"
"Lmg"
"Omgg"
"Have mercy on him holy crap this is beautiful"
"Omg belly fight :0"
They must have been using a time rewinding device to have such delayed reactions to everything. I don't know.
Disregarding the strange spectator, Pete continued his charade.
"But of course, palsy walsy!" he said with a slimy smile, unable to contain his smugness. "And now... since you've just agreed to give WIGGINS to me.. I'll just go and take him now." Pete laughed as he walked off in Wiggins' direction. It was too easy. Ratcliffe was such a greedy man, Pete knew that scheme would work.
On his way over to the twink, he decided to run cartoonishly back to Ratcliffe, a gust of smoke following behind him as his short legs ran a shrillion miles in 1 second. "Oh, and uh, by the way, Ratcliffe. The contract also says you can't belly battle with me anymore. The law forbids it! AHAHAHAHAHA!" he laughed loudly and mockingly.
Then he skidded on over back to Wiggins.
"Hey! Twink! YOU'RE coming with ME!" Pete held up the legally-binding contract that officially transferred the ownership of the twink servant over to him.
Ratcliffe chuckled to himself before processing the situation. "Wait..WHAT!" Ratcliffe started growling like a lion at Pete as he saw him grab what was HIS. He angrily stormed towards the large, deceptive, cat. "You can't do this to me! Why I oughta-" He revs up his belly only to be told that was legally forbidden from using his favorite weapon. He gives one last glance at Wiggins before dropping to his knees. Defeat. He begins to sob loudly and the screen turns to black and white. "I'll do anything! Please!"
He continues crying until suddenly, he has a realization. Two can play this game! He could just steal Pete's favorite twink aswell! "OHH MIII-CKEY~~" He calls out as Mickey materializes out of thin air. Ratcliffe grabs Mickey by the scruff and handgags him, his signature move. "You're MINE, BOY!" he then looks up at Pete, hoping to see his jealous reaction.
Pete was gobsmacked. What on Earth had just happened? Did Ratcliffe just steal HIS twink!? Pete's face soon turned from light confusion into extreme, boiling fury as his face turned red, and a train whistle noise played loudly, as steam emitted from his ears like a tea kettle with two spouts.
"Why you... you... you... you little..." Pete couldn't even begin to find the words to describe Ratcliffe, they'd all be far too wildly inappropriate for any witnesses to hear. He bit his tongue and scanned the room rapidly, looking, looking for something to retaliate with. Anything. Come on Pete, think.
'Ah! I know! I'll just use MY signature move on the little twink! Good thinking, Pete. Thanks, Pete.' he thought to himself, smirking deviously as he rubbed his gloved hands together.
He skipped gleefully on over to Wiggins, beckoning him in a sing-song voice, "Yoo-hoo! Wiggins!"
He gingerly approached him, holding a Wiggins-sized cage behind his back. But you couldn't see it because of the nonsensical cartoon laws. As soon as Wiggins turned to face him he SLAMMED the cage over him, trapping him inside. He laughed evilly, and waited for Ratcliffe's next move.
Ratcliffe's face turned green, kinda like shrek, but in a jealous way. He continued to hold Mickey tight in his grasp. "Is that all you got? Pathetic!" He looked down at Mickey, "Go make me a sandwich, mouse boy!" He let the little guy go, waiting to see what he would do next. When Mickey refused to work quick enough, at least to Ratcliffe's standards, he turned to Pete. "How do you even deal with such a pathetic twink! I gave him an order and he's taking TOO LONG!" Ratcliffe complained. "and besides, what do you expect to get out Wiggins? There's no way he'll betray his obedience to me for a gross slob like you!" Ratcliffe put his hands on his large hips.
Then somebody named 'Sush' walked in and commentated on what Ratcliffe had referred to Pete as: "Slob? /" and somehow verbalised both the emojis and the slashes.
"Oh yeah? Just watch this." Pete replied to Ratcliffe as he began to take apart the cage by quickly pulling all of the bars down, then rolling it up into a tiny ball and throwing it Ratcliffe's head. "Oops." he said even though it wasn't an accident at all. It bounced off of his very curved head and Pete commanded Wiggins to catch it.
"Fetch, BOY!" he said THE word. Wiggins, legally required to do whatever Pete told him, bounded towards the metallic ball. Wow, he even stole Ratcliffe's dog LARP idea from him! Well, that was kind of his own fault for having his thought bubble be visible to literally everybody in the lounge. Not a smart move there, Ratcliffe.
As he waited for Wiggins to return with the ball, he replied to Ratcliffe's MEAN words about Mickey. "Listen here, buddy, Mickey doesn't like workin' with villains, and that's part of why he's my favourite twink. I get to have him ALL to myself, because he's MY assigned twink rival, and nobody else's . One day he can be my bullying victim, the next he can be my overworked employee, the next he can be my prisoner, and so on. Me and Mick have a lot of versatility. Sure we have to go to rival's counselling now and again, but it's worth it."
Wiggins finally returned with the metallic ball and Pete patted his head and praised him for his good work. "Good boy, good BOY!" Wiggins blushed cuz he had a big throw bean praise kink.
Ratcliffe sees Wiggins reactions to Pete's words. Now he's really angry. Wiggins had only reacted that way around HIM. Underneath that layer on anger, there was an unsettling feeling of heartbreak. "WIGGINS WHY YOU LITTLE-" He took the metallic ball from Pete's hand "This is all because of this blasted contract!" Ratcliffe reached in his sword-holder and pulled out a...sword. "The contract didn't mention anything about THIS weapon!" Ratcliffe's voice suddenly morphed into CDI Ganon's "YOU MUST DIE!" He raised the sword
"You DARE bring your sword into my LOUNGE? You must DIE!" Pete's voice also morphed into CDI Ganon's, before his big belly decided to start talking, "I wonder what's for dinner" it said out of no where, in King Harkinian's voice. "Not now, belly, you're embarrassing me!" Pete whisper-shouted in his regular voice.
Despite the death threat, Pete hadn't any weapons at his disposal to legitimise said threat, so instead he took the metallic ball and unrolled it and shaped it into a shield to defend against Ratcliffe's sword.
The voice coming from Pete's large tummy surprised Ratcliffe. Now that was a skill he had yet to learn. "Talking belly, eh? I'm impressed." Ratcliffe snapped out of it "WAIT A SECOND! THIS MEANS WAR! THIS. IS. SPARTA!" Ratcliffe exclaimed, his voice NOW sounding like well, Sparta from 300. He then swung his sword at Pete. They fought for a bit before Ratcliffe started to say "You know, I'm willing to take back what I said before." He suddenly stopped fighting. He looked directly at the camera "I've learned a really important lesson today. Fighting gets ya nowhere! The power of friendship is much stronger than hatred." He smiled and turned to Pete "Whaddya say? Pals?" His belly started to mumble in agreement. "Goodness me! That must have been the secret ingredient! I unlocked the power!"
"...That's... strangely out of character for you, Ratcliffe. But, well, alright, I suppose. Let bellygones be bellygones, and all that." Pete smiled, his belly smiling too. His belly reached out for a handshake from Ratcliffe's own belly, while his ACTUAL arms were currently ripping up the malicious contract, allowing Wiggins to run back to Ratcliffe's side where he belonged, and Mickey back into Pete's twink dungeon where HE belonged.
"Pals." his belly's hand grabbed Ratcliffe's belly's hand and shook it firmly up and down.
Ratcliffe smiled and hugged Wiggins as he returned back to his ownership. His belly shook Pete's belly's hand firmly. "Now whaddya say? DANCE PARTY!" All good tales must end on a dance party, that was just a fact of life. The lights got dim as the upbeat music started to play. The pair of twinks and bears came together, in harmony as the credits showed up alongside them.
"WOOOO! PAR-TAY!" Pete shouted in enthusiasm as he danced the night away with his new-found friends.
It's funny, the reason he'd came to the lounge today was to shut it down, in his furious, evil, dictatorial rampage. But instead, he had been brought together by bear and twink alike, and was having a blast.
An important lesson's to be learned here. I don't know what it is, exactly, but it's probably something to do with sentient bellies.
As a fun bonus, a blooper reel started to play. You know, like Disney used to do.
The highlight of the bloopers definitely had to be when Ratcliffe messed up his sparta line, and it had everyone in the cast laughing. Second place maybe goes to when Pete's belly forgot to be sentient, leaving Pete kind of embarrassed at his belly's incompetence.
After the credits had finished rolling, the Steamboat Willy animation that plays in the credits of every classic Disney movie played, and the screen faded to black.
The End.