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MKC - Chapter 2

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CHAPTER 2

"I can't wait to start," Rapunzel told Madame Sprite as they reached Rapunzel's Dorm Room. "You both seem to be really nice spirit-peoples!"
"Thanks," Madame Sprite said calmly. "And I can't wait to have you! And bring Pascal along as well."
"Thanks," Rapunzel giggled. "And I will. See you around!"
"Good-bye," Madame Sprite said with a small wave before she 'floated' away. Rapunzel gave a small wave as she opened the door to her room in the Fantasyland building.
Instantly, something hit the door and the door closed. Rapunzel jumped and gave a slight squeal. She looked around for something to use, and she found a frying pan, of all things, lying on the door opposite of her. She picked it up and slowly went to open the door. Shaking, she extended her hand to open the door, which opened up from the other side.
"Hello?" said a voice. It was much softer and sweeter than what Rapunzel was expecting. "Are you still there?" it continued.
"Uh…" Rapunzel started, putting the frying pan behind her back, "…yes."
The girl speaking to Rapunzel stepped out of the room. She was a little taller than Rapunzel, with black hair that went a little beyond her shoulders. She had a white and loose top and a purple skirt. She had huge rings pierced to her ears.
"Sorry about that," she said. "That wasn't me. It was my pet, Djali. He freaked out when he saw a lizard."
"Actually, it's a chameleon," Rapunzel interjected. "And its name is Pascal."
"Wait, it's your pet?" she said.
"Yes," Rapunzel giggled. "This is also my room."
"So, you're my roommate," she realized. "Ok then. I'm Esmeralda."
She smiled and held her hand out for a handshake. Rapunzel slightly hesitated, but she smiled and shook her hand anyways.
"Rapunzel," she responded.
"Again, sorry about Djali," Esmeralda sighed. "He really did freak out and…are you holding a frying pan?"
"…yes."
Rapunzel quickly put the frying pan back. "That's where I found it," she stated. "I don't know why it's there, but I thought that I might be in danger."
"Yeah," Esmeralda rubbed the back of her neck. "Djali gets skittish sometimes. But I can calm him down. Want to meet him?"
"Sure!"
Rapunzel and Esmeralda walked into their room and closed the door behind them. Meanwhile, in that hallway, a tall, muscular man walked up to his room and noticed the frying pan lying on his door.
"A frying pan," Kronk gasped as he picked it up. "What a thoughtful gift! I've needed one of these. But who could have sent it? I wonder if it was Miss Birdwell…"

--

Basil Holmes and Vice Headmaster Mickey Mouse look cross. They were just discussing strange incidence involving magic outside of the castle when Professor Flynn and Will Turner brought in Maleficent and Mozenrath. Whether or not these two were involved with those incidents didn't matter. Flynn's explanation was enough for the two to be in trouble.
"Why," Basil asked the two in disbelief. "Why would you do such a thing?"
"We didn't do anything," Maleficent muttered. "Jumba must have left one of his experiments out too long while we went to check our seating."
"Whether or not that's true, you still have to deal with some sort of punishment," Mickey responded to the tall tale. "You entered a class without a teacher around AND without the permission of the teacher. Jumba's out today, so you did not get clearance from him."
"So, what are you going to do to us?" Mozenrath asked, bored out of his mind.
"For starters, you're going back to clean up the place with Mr. Flynn and Mr. Turner watching over you," Basil started. "Then, you will report to your dorm rooms for the remainder of the day. The Headmaster will hear about this, and he will add to your punishment. Now good day."
Mozenrath and Maleficent muttered under their own breaths so that no one could hear them, however Professor Flynn and Will Turner quickly escorted them out of the room. As soon as they were gone, both mice sighed at the moment.
"What will we ever do with those two?" Mickey wondered aloud.
"It's anyone's guess, my dear Vice Headmaster," Basil sighed as he sorted out the papers on his desk. "But if they were responsible for all of the incidents, they will have to be kicked out."
"But what about their education?"
"They are making their decisions on whether or not to stay right now," Basil commented. "Besides, I'm sure that we won't have to – "
The phone on Basil's desk rang. He quickly picked it up and answered. "You have reached the office of Basil Holmes of Magic Kingdom College. How may I help you? … Ah, Dr. Doppler. What seems to be the trouble? … What? Oh, that is a shame. But how bad can it – … Wow, that is bad. Thank you for the information, doctor. I will see you in a week. Good day to you."
Basil put down the phone and sighed a big, deep sigh. "Dr. Doppler has a rather severe cold. He can't make any of his classes."
"More bad news," Mickey stated. "So, can you find a replacement quickly?"
"Of course," Basil assured as he picked up the phone and began to dial numbers. "This is for math classes of all things, and we both know who to call in this instance."
Basil could hear the voice of a wise, old man on the other side of his phone. "Hello. Am I speaking to Merlin Webber? … Good. Listen, we have a bit of a problem…"

--

In Stitch and Sam Flynn's dorm A1 room 13 in the Tomorrowland building, a small group called "The Crew" gathered to begin their plans to cause some trouble. Both Stitch and Sam were present, for they were two of the three that started the group. The rest of the group, Aladdin, Flynn Rider, Lexington, Jim Hawkins, and Shego, were present.
"Ok," Sam started. "Welcome back, everyone. I am glad to see that we have all returned. Before we begin, I would like us to have a small moment of silence for our dear leader Captain Jack, who had graduated last year."
The group did just that.
"And I am pleased to announce that the said that he would visit us whenever he is available," Sam smirked, causing everyone to get a good laugh.
"I can't wait for that," Rider laughed.
"Me too," Stitch giggled.
"Say, Stitch," Shego began, "I couldn't help but notice that you've been speaking in more complete sentences. When on earth did this happen?"
"Stitch speaks in complete sentences?" Lexington asked in shock.
"I do," Stitch replied.
"Story time," Aladdin asked with glee as he got in a good seating position. So did the rest of the crew as Stitch nodded and explained.
"Ok, so my creator, Jumba, realized that 'Stitch needs to improve on his speech. I must do something about it, but what?' Then he got idea: a tutor! He asked some teachers for help, but they all said no. But when he returned home, someone came to us. It was Shere Khan. He was sent to us by Mr. Xanatos and he helped me. Naturally, I was a pain. However Shere Khan began asking questions about if I had a girlfriend."
"That's creepy," Jim interrupted.
"Not afterwards," Stitch continued. "I told him I didn't have a girlfriend, however I did mention that I did have a crush on someone…"
"You do?" Aladdin asked. "Who is it?"
"I'm not telling," Stitch stated, a little angry.
"Stitch," Shego noticed with a light tone, "I can see that you are blushing under all of that fur…"
"No I'm not!"
"Oh, this is precious," Rider said as he leaned back in his chair.
"Anyways…" Sam interrupted, allowing Stitch to continue.
"Well, after that, Shere Khan asked why I hadn't asked her out yet, and I answered, 'Stitch not good with words.' So then he said that if Stitch wanted to ask her out properly, then maybe Stitch should learn some English and impress her."
"So, you're doing it for this mystery girl," Lexington stated. "Well, whoever this girl is, you sure stayed true to your teachings."
"Does this mean that you will be less troublesome?" Jim asked.
"Not at all," Stitch boasted. "I even have a few plans already for this upcoming year. Care to hear them? You won't believe what I've thought up…"

--

"I can't believe that we're stuck in Frollo's World Religions class," Timon complained as he looked at both his schedule and Pumbaa's schedule. He was riding on Pumbaa while they were looking for their classes. "I mean, we're a meerkat and a warthog! Why do we need this when we live in a Hakuna Matata?"
"All I know is that it's another class I can't eat grubs in," Pumbaa whined.
"Well, we'll at least have each other," Timon assured him. "Who knows? Maybe there'll be some other hot dame that he'll be more focused on than us."
"I don't know, Timon. I mean, Frollo has very little tolerance in his classes."
"True, but maybe there's a chance that we can get out of it?"
"We'd have to ask Councilor Dawson."
"Then why don't we head over there and ask?"
"I like the sound of that!" Pumbaa cheered. "Let's go!"
Pumbaa full out sprinted forward, heading to Guidance. Timon barely had enough time to put the schedules into his backpack and grab hold of Pumbaa's tale. "Watch where you're going!" Timon shouted at Pumbaa.
"Oh, sorry," Pumbaa apologized as he skidded to a stop. Timon found himself launched forward towards the next hallway…
Right into Hallway Monitor Woody!!
Woody fell to the ground with Timon. He did NOT expect that to happen while giving one of the new students a tour. This student was a small and furry with a few different shades of gray. He ducked out of the way of the attack, and then realized that all of his apples were flying out of his unzipped backpack.
"My munchies and crunchies!" Gurgi shouted as he went to retrieve his apples.
Pumbaa walked up to them as Woody pushed Timon off of him.
"Watch it," Woody grumbled. "You nearly hit Gurgi!"
"Sorry, Sherriff," Pumbaa apologized. Woody smirked at the nickname. He only had it because of his hat.
"…yeah…" Timon stuttered, still shaken from the launch."
"So be more careful next time," Woody said, walking away with Gurgi who had gotten all of his apples back. "I don't want to deal with too much trouble. We've already have Maleficent and Mozenrath blow up Professor Jumba's Chemistry Lab."
"That's what that explosion was," Timon said, looking into the middle distance.
"Told you it wasn't me," Pumbaa said to Timon.

--

"…and this is where you will be having your Creative Writing class." Phoebus was helping Quasi find all of his classes, and they were currently walking down the English Hall. "You'll have fun in this class. The teacher is the Genie, and he is an actual genie."
"Really?" Quasi asked. He didn't know that there would be so many different kinds of creatures and mythological beings teaching here.
"Indeed," Phoebus continued. "But I must warn you about a few things. One, he tends to transform into different people and characters for impressions whenever he wants to. Two, he will ramble on when he's doing that, so ignore him for the most part."
"I will. And one more – "
Quasi never noticed the janitor in front of him. He bumped into the little guy, sending the janitor to the ground.
"Oh, my. I'm sorry," Quasi started, already sorry for what happened.
"Oh, I've been through worse," the janitor grunted. Quasi then noticed that the Janitor was a strange version of a rabbit.
"Here, let me help you up, sir," Phoebus said, extending a hand.
"Thanks," he said as he took Phoebus's hand and felt himself being pulled up.
"Again, sorry about that," Quasi repeated. "I'm not use to being around this many people yet."
"Well…you'll learn," the janitor said, looking a little uncomfortable himself. "Now I must be off. I need…to…check on the WALL-E machines! Yes! That's what I have to do…bye!"
The janitor quickly ran down the hallway and turned the corner, swiftly out of sight.
"Who was that?" Quasi asked.
Pheobus smiled as answered, "Our head janitor…" Phoebus gave a blank stare as he was trying to think of the rabbit's name. "…I forget his name. That's weird for me. Anyways, we need to find your last block, Gym with Coach Rourke. Now this guy is strict, however he is a good guy when you get to know him…"
The two continued down the hallway, never knowing that the janitor was still around. He peaked down the hallway and stared at them. "I can't believe that I was spoken to," he said as he looked away. "For the first time in a few years, someone actually spoke to me. Even if it was because they bumped into me on accident, it's still a nice if strange feeling. I wonder what the rest of the year will be like…"
Oswald the Lucky Janitor then continued down the hall. "And now that I mentioned it, I might just go check on those WALL-E machines…"
Here it is! Chapter 2 of one of my latest projects!

Now before you ask, Merlin's last name Webber comes from my grandfather, Bill Webber. He was a math teacher and does a lot of substituting at my high school.

I hope that I've answered the whole Stitch thing.

I will go into Oswald's story later.

Chapter 3: [link]

Chapter 1 (for new readers): [link]
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YolandaChapa's avatar
Oswald! Aww, I dont know if that's sad or good, but I love it!