Jailbreak: A Disney Fan Fiction

Chapter 15

As the kids had hoped, the castle was mostly empty. Still, they had a very hard time finding the Cinderella Suite (made more difficult by the fact that they had to get a large race car through hallways made for humans without making too much noise).

Before they found the Cinderella suite, they found several closets, three elevators, and the restaurant (luckily they'd been sending Woody and Buzz ahead to look around corners, or they would have been caught for sure). Through some miracle, they made it to the Suite unseen. Marty was able to pick the lock (though it took some time), and the door opened softly. Everyone gasped when they entered.

Magical seemed to be the only word to describe it. The walls and windows were designed to resemble that of the outside of the castle. Classy-looking tables and chairs were properly laid out, a royal-looking design on all of them. A large TV hung over an utterly gorgeous fireplace (Red found herself wondering if it actually worked). There were two beds, both of them king-sized and incredibly comfortable-looking. They all moved throughout the Suite, staring at it. They all stopped when they found Cinderella's slipper.

"I want to live here," Marty breathed.

"Snap out of it," Nala instructed everyone, which they did. Red realized that, to the lioness, this was no different from any other room in any other house she'd seen that day. It was just another odd place in an odd world where no lioness belonged, even if she had played a role in a beloved film.

"Come on," Red ordered while bringing her voice down to a whisper, "we need to look for clues. A book, a key, a button...I don't know, look for anything that seems important."

"And don't break anything," Marty warned. The hotel suite was the most unused in all of Disney World; the only way for someone to stay there would be to win a contest or be some sort of celebrity. If they broke anything, or moved anything that shouldn't be moved, someone would know they were here.

Everyone (minus McQueen, who was too worried about breaking anything to even power up his engine) searched the Suite, but no one found anything they considered important. Moana and Nala, for some reason, kept finding themselves drawn to the room's grandfather clock.

Red knew about the grandfather clock; she'd read about it whenever she looked up websites about Disney trivia (which, she admitted, she did often). The clock didn't actually work, but was stuck permanently at 11:59 pm. This was so the "spell" of the room would never meet its deadline, and that the guests could enjoy the room's "magic" for the entirety of their stay.

"What's up?" Red asked Moana. The daughter-of-the-chief had taken off the hoodie and flip-flops and stood staring at the clock.

"I have this feeling." The sixteen-year-old admitted. "It's almost like...like this clock was put here to hide something."

"There's something behind it." Nala said, sniffing the air. "I can smell it; there's a whole space back there, full of old things. I can smell the–"

She paused, a look of alarm in her eyes, and sneezed. Everyone looked at the door out into the hallway. After a few breathless seconds, they all concluded that no one had heard.

"Bless you." Jack said to Nala.

For a lion, Nala looked a little sheepish. "Dust," she finished. "I can smell the dust."

"Well, don't smell any more or the whole park will hear." Woody joked, clearly trying to ease the tension. Moana chuckled a little, but stopped when Marty roped her, Red, and Jack into helping to move the grandfather clock.

Red was trying to be careful, but the clock was refusing to budge. No matter who tried what, the clock refused to move. They finally gave up and simply stood there, trying to think of an idea.

_ _ _

He'd watched the group move throughout the Suite for the last fifteen-or-so minutes. They'd found nothing that looked unusual or noteworthy, and the kids had been a little distracted by some of the things in the Suite.

McQueen had, other than moving a little on his tires, been forced to stay put while they were in there. He'd even powered down his engine to better stay quiet. No one had said anything, but he knew that he, as the biggest member of the group, carried the most risk of making a noise and getting them all discovered.

He'd been ready to cheer when Moana and Nala found the space behind the clock, but that excitement had diminished with every attempt Red, Jack, Marty, and Moana made to try and move the grandfather clock.

When they gave up, he was as frustrated as anyone. He knew that his body and engine were strong enough that, had he been allowed to, he would have plowed straight through the clock, the wall, and most likely the secret room. But, of course, there was nothing he could do without getting them discovered.

Full of irritation, McQueen stamped his tire, accidentally hitting one of the stones that lined the fireplace. It was as his tire hit the stone, however, that he realized it wasn't a stone at all. It was a button, and it sank under his tire as easily as if a human had stepped on it.

Once the button was pressed, everyone watched with shock as the grandfather clock–or, rather, the section of wall that it was attached to–rose into the air a few feet. In its wake was a little hole in the wall.

"Great job, Mr. Lightning," Jack complimented the car, wearing his trademark skeleton grin. McQueen smiled, and backed away from the button in the fireplace. Marty thanked him as well.

"No wonder we couldn't move it," he said, "it was welded to the wall!"

McQueen saw Red examining the hole. It was roughly four feet across and three feet high. Just big enough for the others to get through, but there was no way the car was going to be able to get in.

"I'll keep watch here," McQueen volunteered. "I won't fit, so I'll close the door if I hear anyone coming. I can drive back into one of the other rooms in the Suite. If someone looks in, they won't see me."

"How will you let us know someone's coming?" Nala asked.

"I'll hit the button again before I hide," the car explained. "That way, we'll all be hidden. I'll open it again when it's safe."

"Okay, good plan." Red agreed.

"But what if it's someone who needs to walk through the room?" Marty asked nervously. "Like a maid, or a guest?"

"The room's spotless, so no maids are coming in here," Red argued, "and this room is just for celebrities and prizewinners. Unless Lin-Manuel Miranda comes in here in the next fifteen minutes, we should be good."

"Who?" Moana questioned.

"Never mind, let's get in there." Red directed the others through the hole. Woody and Buzz simply walked through; it was the perfect size for them. It was almost as easy for Nala, who slid right under the doorway as though she'd done it her whole life. Moana, Marty, and Red also managed without much trouble. It was Jack, however, that had a problem. He was extremely tall, and clearly had no idea how he'd get in.

"Maybe I should just wait out here?" He asked the others, who were already in.

"Don't give up!" Buzz replied. "You'll think of something, use your head!"

The skeleton snapped his fingers. "Good idea!"

To McQueen's surprise and mild discomfort, the skeleton then removed his head and rolled it through the door. The gasps of surprise on the other side made it clear that no one else had expected that either. The skeleton then removed his legs and arms. The legs went through, hopping along individually, while the arms worked together to pull the rest of the skeleton through the door.

"Forgive me, sometimes new situations cause me to fall apart! I just need a moment to put myself together!"

McQueen rolled his eyes. This was hardly the time for those kinds of jokes. Still, as he began to watch the door into the Suite, he couldn't help chuckling.