Season 1, Episode 6: It’s
a Small World
Part 2 of 9
The
jets had finally come in, so this seemed like the perfect chance to use one for
a mission. The seats resembled a
business class lounge, providing everyone ample room to ignore the agents they had
less of a fondness for.
K sat
alone near the cockpit of the jet, fiddling with the employee ID cards the
Himitsu Takana human resources department had created. K chuckled a little as he shuffled through
the cards. Unlike most human resource
departments, theirs was in charge of creating false identities for current
agents, rather than insuring the hiring of new ones. It was a rather complex process, actually…
K
stopped chuckling over the IDs when he reached the last one in the pile. He had already seen his fake Magic Kingdom
ID, but the one in his hand now was slightly worn and blurred. He let out a soft sigh as he stared at the
old ID with his youthful expression.
Things were so much simpler back then…
K
gave her a small smile. “They’re just
souvenirs.”
“It's
something like that.”
“Well,
after the trouble we’ve all had lately, I still think a vacation is a good
thing.”
“I
still wish Red and Diamond could have come with us… and Jay…”
“I’m
going to send them off on their own little vacation.”
“With
who?” Emerald leaned forward from the
seat behind K’s. She had spread herself
as far as possible from the other two agents and Pearl. K, however, she didn’t mind so much.
“Diamond
and Red are going on a separate vacation with Jay.”
Emerald
crossed her arms and shook her head. “I
don’t know why you didn’t wait and send me with them. Or bring Diamond instead of me. I don’t even like Disney. It puts fairy tale nonsense in girls’
heads. That’s perfect for her.”
“It’s
not nonsense!” Nick yelled.
Emerald
rolled her eyes. “And then they meet
Casanovas like Blondie and think they’ve found Prince Charming.”
Nick
beamed. “Of course I’m Prince Charming.”
Emerald
shook her head again. “I was being
sarcastic.”
Nick
stood and sat himself in the seat next to Emerald. “Be honest with yourself: wouldn’t you rather be with a guy like me
than with a guy like JC?”
Emerald
smirked. “Did you say JC because you
knew if you mentioned Agent Littrell, you would lose?”
Nick
rolled his eyes. “He’s not so great.”
“He’s
a perfect gentleman.”
Nick
slammed his hand on the padded armrest, which, understandably, did little
damage. “He works for the
government!” Nick took a breath. “Now, me or JC?”
JC
strolled over. “I’m the obvious choice
over you, Carter.”
Nick
rolled his eyes. “Oh please. You run away at the first sight of trouble.”
JC
shook his head. “That’s because most of
the trouble I come into contact with gets started by you.”
“Pearl! Who’s more like Prince Charming, JC or me?”
JC
brushed
“Excuse
me?”
Nick
snickered. “She’s going to pound you,
JC…”
“She
should pound you because you play everyone.”
“I
can’t help it if women think I’m amazing!”
“The
only person who thinks you’re amazing is you.”
Emerald rolled her eyes again.
“Enough.” K shook his head.
The
squabbling continued behind him.
K
stood as well. “Enough!”
The
three agents and the scientist turned to K.
“Don’t
make me turn this plane around!” K shouted.
Nick
shrugged. “Why would you do that? It’s a vacation.”
K
shook his head as he sat down. “It is a
vacation. So please take a vacation from
your differences.”
JC,
Nick, and
K put
his hand to his head. If they acted like
this with the promise of a vacation, just how would they react when they found
out it was actually a mission? K let out
a sigh and stared at his worn ID again.
If only he could really go back there…
“It’s a world of laughter… a
world of tears…!” Nick belted out.
K let
his head fall further, “Nick…”
“It’s a world of hopes… it’s a
world of fears…!”
“Nick…”
“There’s so much that we
share, that it’s time we’re aware…!”
“Nick.”
“It’s a small world after
all!!!!!!!”
“Nick! If you don’t stop talking right now, I will
throw you out of this plane without a parachute!”
“But
I’m not talking; I’m singing!”
“Without
a parachute!”
Nick
crossed his arms and sank into his seat.
A small pout crossed his face. He
then started singing quietly to himself.
“It’s a small world after all…”
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“It’s a small world after
all…”
The distant
singing pricked the ears of Dr. Rough, who instantly frowned.
“It’s a small world after
all…”
The
irritating sound only got louder as he stalked through the tunnel, flanked by
two of his minions, growing nearer to its source.
“It’s a small world after
all…”
Dr.
Rough burst through a door marked Men’s
Wardrobe just in time to witness one of his minions, Abs, belt at the top
of his lungs, “It’s a smaaall, smaaall
world!”
“SILENCE!”
roared Dr. Rough, stopping every minion in the room in his tracks. The ferret on his shoulder gave a startled
squeak and scrambled down his back, but the minions froze, pieces of
brightly-colored costumes tumbling out of their arms as they looked fearfully
at their master. Dr. Rough’s bulging
eyes targeted Abs.
He could
feel the vein in his forehead pulsing and took a deep breath, trying to regain
control of himself. He couldn’t do
anything that would attract too much attention to their operation. Changing his approach, he let his voice fall
into a low, silky whisper and simpered, “Dr. Rough would like to know why… why
you were singing that song.”
Abs
swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in this throat. “Right, well… you see, I… I reckon I got
caught up in the excitement; that’s all.”
Excitement… Dr. Rough could understand that; he’d been
plotting this takeover for months, as a back-up for the Antarctic laser
debacle, and so far, all was going according to plan. He was just awaiting confirmation from Drums
that the job had been done…
“It’s
just, being from
“If
you think it’s magical now,” snarled Dr. Rough, rapidly losing patience again,
“just wait until it is controlled by FANS.
Then the world shall see its true ‘magical’ power!” An orgasmic shudder jolted through his body
as he thought of the plan, and his eye began to twitch.
“Cheers,
Dr. Rough!” Abs replied jovially, and on a whim, he struck up his song
again. “It’s a small world after all… it’s a small world after all… it’s a-
aghk!” He let out a strangled cry as Dr.
Rough collared him and flattened him against a wall, his hand pressing against
Abs’s windpipe.
Dr.
Rough brought his face close to Abs, his enraged eyes boring unblinkingly into
the minion’s panicked ones. He spoke in a
deathly hiss that had long since lost its silkiness. “Never… never
sing that song again!” Abs winced as the
hot breath hit his face. “Small… I hate the word ‘small,’” Dr.
Rough spat, and as he looked up into the fearful face of his minion, he
realized how much taller the English chap was.
His eye winked involuntarily again as he released Abs and turned away.
“The
world Dr. Rough shall soon control is not
a small one!” he proclaimed, speaking now to all in the room who watched
him. “It is a vast kingdom without
boundaries, without limits! I shall be
its all-powerful ruler, and you…, those of you who serve me well, will be my
subjects, rewarded, while those who defy me will suffer. Starting, of course, with the meddlesome
agents of Himitsu Takana.”
While
the minions absorbed this message, Dr. Rough’s thoughts turned to the revenge
he sought against the agency who had defied him time and time again. They would not succeed in thwarting him this
time. Even if they tried to interfere,
he had the advantage of home soil, and nearly all his minions at his beck and
call. Together, they would defeat
HimTak.
“Hear,
hear!” cried Abs in relief, massaging his tender throat.
Dr.
Rough ignored him, looking around for his most loyal companion. He made a chirruping noise, and the ferret
scampered out from behind a rack of clothing and nimbly streaked back up to his
place on Dr. Rough’s shoulder. “There,
there, Dr. Twitches,” he murmured, scratching the ferret’s head with one
finger. “There’s nothing to fear. Drums should return any moment, and Phase 1
of our plan will be complete.”
“S-so
what’s Phase 2, Dr. Rough?” asked Donnie, looking over. “We’ve got all those people tied up, but what
happens next?”
“Wait
until Drums returns; then you shall know… if
you’re lucky. Why I should tell you anything, you who are prone to
insane rants in public places, I am not sure.”
Donnie
hung his head, his pale cheeks flushing.
“I-I’m so sorry, master,” he stammered.
“I-I still don’t know h-how to… to explain that. I… I wasn’t myself. But I’m b-back in my… my right mind now, and
I-I promise to serve you m-most faithfully…”
“The
information you attained in
“O-of
course, master.” Donnie nodded
frantically. “I-I won’t let you
down! I-”
A
pair of footsteps approaching in the tunnel stopped the minion with a squeak,
and all heads turned toward the closed door.
Dr. Rough’s fingers tightened around the gun tucked inside his jacket,
his eyes narrowing. The door burst open,
and his fingers relaxed their grip as he watched a big, blue figure bounce into
the room.
The
bulging blue gloves instantly went to the massive, caricatured head of the
Genie and pulled it off. The grinning
blue face was tossed aside, and there stood Drums, his own head appearing
shrunken above the padded Genie costume, especially with the large goggles he
wore. He pushed these up and back off
his face and took a moment to look around at the room of minions, all staring
at him, and Dr. Rough among them. Then
he flashed a wide, gloating grin. “We’re
in, y’all,” he said.
Dr.
Rough’s eyes grew large with excitement.
“The bomb has been planted?”
“Right
where ya wanted it, boss. These
night-vision goggles came in handy, yo,” Drums added, gesturing to the goggles
now perched on top of his head. “Ain’t
nobody gonna find that sucka in the dark.”
A
pleased smile made its way across the evil genius’s face. “Excellent.
Then Phase 1 is complete. We’ve
taken our hostages, the bomb is in place, and so we proceed to Phase 2. This, my minions, is where I will need you
the most. Are you listening?”
He looked
around, and every eye in the room was fixed on him. They were paying attention.
“Now
that we’ve infiltrated the park, we have to take care to make sure no one
suspects anything out of the ordinary.
We must not be discovered until the time is right…”
“
Dr.
Rough grimaced, annoyed at the pesky minion for bringing this up again. “I admit, mistakes have been made,” he
replied through gritted teeth. “But the
machine had to be tested. At least we
know it works, although not yet to the best of its ability. But once Walt Disney World is destroyed, we
will have control of all its power resources, and then, at last, my weather
machine will be fully operational. Soon,
my minions, we will control the forces of nature. We will unleash its fury and wreak havoc upon
all of
Lightning
struck, and a great boom of thunder drowned out the maniacal laughter of Dr.
Rough and his agents. Dr. Rough’s
cackling cut off abruptly. “Curse that
blasted machine,” he growled. “Fatone, I
thought I told you to turn it off!”
The
minion he was addressing, Joey, gulped.
“I thought I did, Dr. Rough.”
“Apparently
you did not, as it’s now thunderstorming!” raged Dr. Rough. “Put your Mickey costume back on and check it
again!”
Joey
nodded. “I’m on it, Doc.” He stepped back into his Mickey Mouse
jumpsuit, pulled the large mouse head over his own, and hurried out of the
wardrobe room, making his way through the network of tunnels to the staircase
that would lead him up to the
Once
he was gone, Dr. Rough turned to the rest of his minions. “As I was saying… we must not be discovered. So, we will take the places of the hostages
you have captured and patrol the park undercover in their costumes. No one will suspect a thing, so long as you
stay in character and play your part. Is
that understood?”
The
minions nodded. Then Abs asked, “Might
we choose our own costumes? I’d rather
like to be that bloke from-”
“You
are testing Dr. Rough’s patience again, Abs,” Dr. Rough growled. “Let us see who you have taken hostage, and then we shall decide who wears what
costume. Follow me.”
He
led the minions out of the wardrobe room and into a tiny hair salon called
Kingdom Kutters. Every chair held a
frightened Disney employee, who had been bound, gagged, and strapped in. Only their eyes were allowed to move, and
they darted around, wide and fearful, as their captors swarmed in.
“We
laid out their costumes over here, Dr. Rough,” said Shane, leading his master
over to a spare bit of floor in front of a counter full of hair products. The various character costumes had been
spread out across the floor, while the corresponding masks and headpieces sat
on the countertop. “If you don’t mind a
suggestion, Kian and I thought perhaps you should be Doc.”
Dr.
Rough looked at the gargantuan head, with its silly round nose, white beard,
and spectacles, and roared with rage. He
threw out his arm, flinging the mask off the counter, and grabbed Shane’s
throat. “A dwarf?!” he snarled. “You dare suggest I resemble a dwarf?!”
His
eyes were murderous, and Shane began to tremble. “N-no, Dr. Rough, not at all!” he sputtered
hoarsely. “I merely thought, because you
are so intelligent… our leader… and you call yourself d-doctor!”
Dr.
Rough threw him down to the floor and pulled his gun. “I am
a doctor,” he hissed, “and I’m pronouncing your time of death… now!” Before anyone could react, he fired three
bullets into Shane’s chest. The Irishman
twitched and shook as he drew in his last, labored breaths. Within a few moments, his body had gone limp
and lifeless.
Dr.
Rough kicked him aside. “Anyone else
think I should dress as a dwarf?” he threatened, brandishing his gun.
The
other minions shook their heads quickly, backing away.
“Good. Then I shall be…” He looked around, his eyes gleaming as they
settled upon the perfect costume.
“Jafar.”
“G-good
choice, master! V-very appropriate!”
Donnie exclaimed, quivering.
“Naturally,”
said Dr. Rough. He turned to Drums. “And you, Drums, you shall stay as the
Genie?”
“You
know it, Doc,” said Drums, rubbing the golden cuffs around his blue
wrists. “Blang blang,
baby!”
Dr.
Rough nodded. “The rest of you, choose a
costume and put it on quickly. We must
get back up to the park before anyone grows suspicious at the lack of
characters around. I’m afraid the sound
of my bullets won’t have helped.” He
sighed, stroking Dr. Twitches again.
“Sometimes, anger gets the best of us, doesn’t it, Dr. Twitches?”
The
ferret chattered in response.
“Daddy’s
going to dress you like a parrot; won’t that be nice?” he cooed, pulling a
knife from his pocket. He began to hack
away at the stuffed parrot hooked to the Jafar costume, hollowing it out so
that he could cloak his ferret in it.
“Dr.
Rough, if you don’t want to be a dwarf, I will,” said Kian happily, picking up
the Doc head, eager to compensate for his friend’s mistake. He put the large head on over his own and
marched around, testing out his new costume.
All around him, the others were putting on their own gear. “This’ll be a real gas!” Kian exclaimed. “Ready, lads?
Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it’s off to
work we go…”
The
minion’s cheerful whistling was cut off by a loud bang, and as “Doc” toppled
over, right onto his bulbous nose, the others turned in shock to see Dr. Rough,
now dressed as Jafar, blow calmly on the smoking barrel of his gun.
Blood
poured from the small hole in the Kian’s back, as Dr. Rough stowed the gun in
the folds of his long, black robes, looked around at the remaining minions, and
smiled beneath his tall, bejeweled turban.
Picking up his golden walking staff, he said, “Well… you heard the man,
didn’t you? Off to work we go.”
The
cobra head ornamenting his staff bobbed before him as he strode to the door,
Dr. Twitches on his shoulder, and a ragtag parade of Disney favorites traipsing
along behind him.
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