DizzneeLand

The Dance

I found Keefe outside on the bench in Rapunzel's village.

"I don't want to talk to you Foster," he pouted.

"Oh come on Keefe," I tried. "We were all just joking. And you kinda deserved it after driving us crazy for a straight 45 mins."

"First, Foster insults me," he complained to the sky. "Then she laughs at me. Then she comes back and tells me I deserved it. Why, cruel world? Why???"

"Keefe, you are such a drama queen."

"So you admit I'm not a sasquatch then?"

"Fine, I'm sorry. You know I have NEVER thought that your hair looked like a mop. Cross my heart."

"Why would you cross your heart? Sounds... painful?"

"Keefe, it's just an expression that humans use. It means I promise. I promise that I think you do not look like a sasquatch under any circumstances, and I have always thought your hair looks amazing. Satisfied?"

"You think my hair looks amazing?" Keefe smirked.

I blushed and glared at him, then shoved him off the bench and sat down on his spot. "Well now it doesn't look amazing because it is covered in dirt," I said.

"Oh, it's on Foster," he shouted, and grabbed a handful of grass and flung it at my face. He laughed as I spluttered, but then I ground a handful of mud in his hair. He gaped and I stuck my tongue out at him, only to find it coated in a layer of mud.

"Eww, Keefe, that's disgusting," I said as I tried to rub the mud off my tongue.

"You attacked The Hair Foster. I had no choice." I threw another clump of mud at him, and we flung it back and forth at each other until we were both exhausted and covered in mud.

"Why do you think everyone is taking so long?" I asked after a while.

"Well, Biana was next, right? I bet she's asking that dumb princess literally everything. Not to mention, she's probably Biana's hero now. I mean, that princess character is rude! And snarky! And she insulted The Hair! She is probably going to be Biana's new role model."

"Well, that makes sense," I said. "We'll probably be here for at least an hour then before poor Dex and Fitz have to go."

"Nah, I bet Fitz will have a blast. They can both insult me to their heart's content. Dex though, I'm worried about Dex."

"No kidding. Hey Keefe, I know we had lots of snacks earlier, but for dinner before the fireworks show, I think we should go to Goofy's kitchen."

"What's a Goofy?"

"He's like a dog version of Mickey Mouse," I explained.

"I don't think I even want to know what that looks like," Keefe said.

"Yeah, you probably don't," I answered. "Anyway, I was thinking, almost ALL the characters will be at this restaurant."

"Go on Foster, I am intrigued."

"Well, you know how humans celebrate birthdays?"

"Yeah,"

"If you tell the restaurant that someone has a birthday, all the characters will surround the person and sing a birthday song to them."

"Hold up. Let me get this straight. First, we go to this Goofy thing. Next, we tell someone that the culprit: Dex right? (I nodded, smiling), we tell the character that Dex is having a birthday. Then, ALL of the characters in the creepy costumes will come up to Dex, sing to him..."