Jailbreak: A Disney Fan Fiction

Chapter 10

"What do you think of their new mustard?"

"It's okay, I guess." Red took another bite of her hot dog.

Often in the summer, she and her best friend, Marty, liked to take a bus from their suburban neighborhood to Disney Springs. Their favorite hot dog place was on the way home from the bus stop, and they liked to grab a snack for the walk.

"Say what you will," Marty responded to her statement, "but no matter the condiment, hot dogs will always be my favorite sandwich."

She groaned. Ever since he'd gone to magic camp five years ago, he'd been saying the same incorrect fact. "We've been over this, hot dogs are not a sandwich."

"Yes, they are." He took a deep breath. "A sandwich is, by definition, some kind of protein between two pieces of bread, with condiments put on it. A hot dog is a piece of meat between two pieces of bread, with condiments on it. Thus, it's a sandwich."

"A bun is one piece of bread, not two. And usually the protein is in slices, like deli meat or cheese. So it's not a sandwich."

"Hot dogs can have cheese on them. My sister, Samie? She won't eat a hot dog unless it has two slices of Swiss cheese on top, no kidding."

"Gross. Okay, yes, they can both have cheese on them, but that does not automatically make a hot dog a sandwich."

This went on for a bit longer. The two were now less than ten minutes from Red's house. She knew that her sister, Marisol, wouldn't be home yet, and her parents weren't coming home until Monday. The two were planning to have a Disney movie marathon.

The two kids had met on the first day of second grade, when they had connected over the fact that they both knew the name of every actress that had ever voiced a Disney princess. They'd spent all of recess and lunch together, bonding over every obscure Disney fact they knew. Ever since then, they'd been inseparable.

They were now thirteen, and getting ready to start the eighth grade. Neither of them were worried about that yet, though. After all, it was only June.

Red finished her hot dog and tossed her napkin in the first recycling bin she saw. Marty was making his last, and still had a ways to go.

"So, what movie do you want to watch first tonight?" He finally asked while still chewing. "One we've seen a hundred times, or one we've seen a thousand times? And, more importantly, are we getting pizza?"

"Marisol said she'd make us enchiladas when she got home."

Marty licked some ketchup off of his lip and nodded. "Pizza it is, then."

Red laughed a little. As much as she loved her older sister, she ruined every dish she tried to cook. Even Marty, who loved his food as much as he loved his mother, wouldn't touch anything Marisol made. Unfortunately, that didn't stop her from trying.

"So what did you think about–" Marty suddenly stopped speaking. Red kept walking for a moment before she realized that he wasn't with her. She turned, and saw that he was staring, jaw dropped, at something across the street. She looked, too, and reacted the exact same way.

Across the street, in front of an abandoned storage place that her mother insisted should be demolished, was a girl. She had long curly dark hair, and was dressed in a pink tube top and tan skirt. At her feet were two toys: a cowboy and space ranger. Both toys were walking on their own.

"Uh, Red?" Marty asked.

"Yeah, I see them, too." They were looking at Moana, Woody, and Buzz.

They saw the kids, too. Both toys fell lifeless to the ground. Moana seemed surprised by this, and kneeled down, ostensibly to see if they were okay.

Before Red could begin to wonder how this was possible, they watched a man in a Disney cast member uniform sprint out of the building with a sack in one hand and an expression of pure rage on his face. He grabbed Moana from behind and grabbed both toys. He stuffed Woody and Buzz into the sack and (with Moana fighting the whole time), took them back into the building.

"¿Qué fue eso?" Red needed a second to process what they'd just seen. She had seen Disney characters. Not actors in costumes. The actual characters.

"We need to get into that building," she said, "and we need to find out what's going on here."

"Quick!" Marty, still holding his hot dog in his left hand, gestured for his friend to follow him. He led them behind a nearby bench. She understood; whoever that guy was, they did not want him to see them.

They watched for a while, at least thirty minutes (Marty used that time to stuff the rest of his food into his mouth) before the man came out of the garage, this time driving an enormous pickup truck, and sped off.

"Come on." Red got out from behind the bench. "We need to figure out what's going on."

"Uh, I don't know." Marty got up, but looked uncertain. "Shouldn't we, I don't know, call someone?"

"And tell them we saw Disney characters being kidnapped by a Disney World employee? They'll think that we either saw cosplayers getting arrested or that we're insane. Maybe both! The only way we're going to figure this out is if we investigate ourselves."

Her friend was silent for a moment, then nodded. "Okay, you're right."

Red smiled. They looked for traffic, then sprinted across the street. It didn't take long for them to run into a problem. The garage door was shut, and they didn't know the combination. There was a side door next to the garage, but it was padlocked shut.

"Great. ¿Qué hacemos ahora?"

"Calm down, amiga. I got this." Marty pulled a bobby pin out of his pocket and stuck it into the lock. He played around with it a bit before the lock popped open.

Red gave him a knowing grin. "Magic camp?"

Marty gave a cheesy grin. "You know it." He closed his fingers around the bobby pin, then opened them, revealing that it was gone. Red nodded and gave him a short applause.

Together, they opened the door, and went inside the abandoned building.