Totally Bubbly- Cheesecake's New Stories: The Second Series

Cheesecake's New Stories #3: The Three Other's Part Three

Fruit Tart P.O.V.

I was in full rage mode. I didn't know exactly what I was going to say to Dr. Peppermint, but I knew it wasn't going to sound appropriate to child ears. I had no idea where she was or how I was going to find her, but I'd deal with that later. I had to deal with the person in charge first.

Not caring about the "no talking on the phone while driving" law, I pulled out my phone, dialed in a number, and held it up to my ear, ready for the woman who would do that annoying, "Please hold," thing.

The phone rang for quite a while, but when someone picked up, a woman in a raspy voice did exactly as I had anticipated. "Hello," she said monotonously, "this is Mocha's Mental Hospital for Children. Please hol-"

"This is Doctor Fruit Tart," I interrupted her, feeling the tension through the silence. "I'm calling about Cheesecake Who. Can you confirm that she is missing?"

"Yes," the woman replied nervously. 

Right then, my hand twitched, almost driving me into a truck. As the cars behind me honked, I yelled, "Damn it! And you don't have any clue as to where she is? How? Did you check the tapes? I mean, is this seriously happening? I leave for a couple months, and you guys loose the most important patient of my life!"

"Yes it's true," she replied a little more quiet. "We are so sorry. Nothing like this has ever happened before."

I wanted to scream at her, tell her that that is exactly why it shouldn't have happened, but then I saw the hospital come into view, and I cooled down a little (mostly because I was ready to blow off some steam). "Alright, I need you to tell Peppermint that I'm about to enter the parking lot. Can you do that for me, sweetheart?"

"Of course..." There was a slight pause. She was probably processing the fact that the doctor on the phone was calling her sweetheart. I would've laughed if I wasn't in such a crappy mood. "I'll tell him. Thank you sir."

When she hung up, I was driving into the parking lot, not bothering to find a parking spot or zone. I drove madly to the front of the hospital, and parked on the sidewalk. As I got out of my car, people came up to me with cameras, phones, notepads, and microphones and tried to drown me in questions, but droned out as I headed straight for the hospital entrance. I was about three yards away from the glass double doors when suddenly they were opened by the exact person I was looking for.

The sight of his guilty face made me happy. He should feel guilty. Someone broke out of the hospital on his watch. I stopped in my tracks, letting the despicable man walk towards me. I could tell that the police were holding back the press because, otherwise, cameras would have attacked us by now.

Half way towards me, Dr. Peppermint stopped, his eyes darting towards me and the cameras anxiously. I knew he didn't want the press watching us fight, but I didn't care. I folded my arms stubbornly, waiting for him to make his move, and I could see him gulp as he inched forward. 

When he was finally just a foot away, he said, "Fruit Tart, I know you're upset, but-"

"Upset? Why? Oh! You mean because when you called me to tell me that you had found Cheesecake, you promised me that she was in safe hands, but then she ended up being in the hands of a mad woman trying to kill her? Or, no. Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe it's because you lost Cheesecake when you told me she was in safe hands, and then I find out that she was not safe because she was out of your hands completely!"

 "Fruit Tart, I'm sorry-"

"Is sorry going to bring her back, Peppermint? Is sorry going to help me find her? Is sorry going to-?"