The Disney Adventure (Sequel to Neverland's Magic)

Chapter 13: Disney

        "Mommy! Daddy! Look! The show is about to come on!" A little girl with brown curls squealed from the posh living room. "I wanna know what happens with Pan and B." She said as she seated herself right in front of the television. 

        "All right, all right, we're coming." The father of the girl murmured as he came to sit down on the couch behind them. The mother then walked in shortly after, taking a seat beside the man. "They did leave us on a cliff hangar, didn't they? With the whole parade, and when the show started acting funky and cut out, before returning to normal. I don't know what that B actor was thinking." 

        The wife giggled slightly. "I know right? Why would someone break character when they're the star of the show?"

        "But she's not an actor." The little girl mumbled. "She's B. The real person."

        "Of course she is, sweetie." The mother cooed and the child frowned, watching the show come on. The plot was still happening, with Peter and B going to rescue their children. 

        The screen cut out again, being replaced by a 'The show will return momentarily.' sign. The father sighed. "Their ratings are going to plummet if this actor keeps breaking character. This is live."

        "She's not an actor." The little girl stood up. "She's B! She's the Captain's Daughter!"

Back in Time

        "If she doesn't come back, Rumple, I am blaming this on you." Peter threatened as they stepped back into Storybrooke. Peter did not want to leave her back there, fighting Chernabog all by herself. 

        Rumple just chuckled. Or maybe it was a scoff. "If you wanted to stay, I wouldn't have stopped you. Let her spell to eliminate the darkness in that world destroy the darkness within you, too." Rumple informed and Peter glared at him, wondering if striking him down would make him feel better. 

        "Knock if off you two." Hook stepped in between them, before realizing that both of the people on either side have probably fantasized about killing him many times over. Hook stepped back, not feeling like dying at the moment, especially since his daughter had just saved them from imminent death. 

        Regina stepped up instead. "Has anyone else noticed that everyone is back?" The whole group turned around and spotted that everyone was milling about, getting up and off of the ground. "His spell must've been broken." 

        "But does that mean he's finally gone?" Henry whispered, clutching the book that had redefined Storybrooke and everybody's role with it. 

        Charming spots that he is holding in, wary with Pan's and Rumple's glare-down. "What is in the book?" He asked Henry, who steadied the book and flipped it open, revealing the last few pages, pictures forming on the thick pages. Everyone gathered around, watching the ending taking fold right before their eyes. 

        They stood like that for a few minutes, trying to figure out what the pictures were meaning. Until a voice interrupted their thoughts. "Oh, come on. I get back from saving the worlds and no one even notices me? I'm not trying to be selfish, but I do think I deserve a little attention." 

        Peter moved first, ducking out of the group to sweep his Lost Girl into his arms. He spun her around, not letting go. Not wanting to remove his arms from her waist, or for her to remove her arms from his neck. She smelled of pine, and the forest. Of the ocean spray and wildberries. Of the mountain breezes and pixie dust. Of enchanted wood and worn leather. Of chocolate and mint. All of the smells that made him love her even more. 

        The sounds of tires screeching to a halt interrupted their infinite moment of just holding each other. Peter glanced over her shoulder and spotted ten black vehicles that must have been cars, but they seemed to big, too wide. The group swarmed around the couple, as if hiding them, shielding them. 

        A car door opened and shut firmly. Hook watched as a man that looked old, but not too old, began to walk towards their group, bystanders watching also. He was dressed in a tux, and he seemed nice, with a smile upon his face. 

        "Hello. My name is Disney. Walt Disney." The man murmured and the group stayed silent. Peter's Lost Girl looked up, spotting Peter's neck, and she looked up at his face. He was looking past her, and she turned to see. But she couldn't. The group blocked him from her. "I would like to introduce you to my companions." More doors opened and closed. More footsteps. "This is Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, and Goofy Goof." They were kids, or seemed to be. Mickey and Minnie had black hair, and were dressed similarly, both wearing black tops and red bottoms, but Minnie was wearing a skirt with white dots, and he was wearing shorts with yellow buttons. Donald was wearing a sailors hat over his blond hair with a blue sailor top and white shorts. Daisy was dressed in a purple blouse with white shorts. Goofy was wearing a green shirt with brown pants, a green hat on his black hair. 

        The kids didn't look right. They didn't seem happy. They seemed like they were full of anger. So much pent up rage. "What do you want?" Emma asked him. 

        "I just wanted to visit the place that is attracting much attention, especially with magic." Everyone stiffened. "Ah, you see, I created a thing called Disneyland, and Disney World, and much more. We create movies, and I'm sure you're aware of some of them. Yes, they hold the truth while changing some things, such as the fabulous movie of Peter Pan." Pan now stiffened, his arms tightening around her. "Or Beauty and the Beast. Snow White. Cinderella, etc. I could go on. You see, I have been researching you all, from your time in Storybrooke and in your other worlds. I have spies everywhere, especially my companions here that keep tabs on you all."

        "You can't have that much magic to travel to every world. Or live that long." Regina stated, thinking he was bluffing. 

        He laughed. The kids before them didn't move a muscle, as if waiting for a command. "Magic is not only confined to certain people and certain worlds." He snapped his fingers and suddenly the companions surrounded them in a circle, as if confining them. "I have gotten a new idea for a fabulous new movie. Or maybe a show. And I want you all to be in it." He clapped his hands and the kids shuffled to a soldier's position, their legs shoulder-width apart, their arms behind their backs. "And I need the main star for this new Disney Adventure." 

        "Who?" Emma asked, wanting to reach for her gun or sword. 

        "The Captain's Daughter of course."