Post by bacon on Feb 5, 2006 1:18:03 GMT -5
I don't know if I've ever mentioned this, but I had to do a school assignment back in November: write a narritive essay. And I did. 
Here it is, a version of the movie Titanic with care bears and squirrels. Enjoy, I guess.
Care Bear City, Care Bear Land- BREAKING NEWS! The C.B.T., otherwise known as the Unsinkable Care Bear Titanic has recently sunken to the bottom of the magical cloud sea after striking a magical rainbow on the evening of April the 14th, 2191. There are few survivors, as it seems that the after site has been bombed somehow. More word will reach you later.
All will remember the C.B.T. as a grand ship for all Care Bears, with room even for the lowest of beings such as squirrels. Survivors have returned to Care Bear City, the count being only 1 out of 2500. The only known survivor will not say her name, nor will she reveal anything concerning what happened that night. She has not yet been identified, and the Care Bear Police are currently working on her.
The Care Bear Titanic set sail only but two days ago at the docks of Care Bear City. It was a magnificent day, the sun shining, echoing through the many halls of the Care Bear Titanic. The mammoth herself sat docked at the harbor, ready to set sail through the magical Care Bear Cloud Sea. Her hull was painted in a variety of pretty colors, ranging from orange to purple to pink and blue. Many windows shone throughout the hull, and above four separate funnels were painted in but two colors of red and purple. Her bow excelled against the radiant sun, and her stern echoed against the cloud sea. She was an epic ship, she was, and she was soon to set sail.
Below the great gargantuan lay an immense crowd stretched throughout the entire harbor, gazing at the spectral wonder that was the C.B.T., while waving to its many passengers onboard, who obviously returned the gesture. But these passengers and crowds were no ordinary passengers (and crowds). They were not people, nor animals, but the magnificent beings known as Care Bears. They came in many different shapes and colors, and they’re pretty colors outweighed even the Titanic. Aboard the vessel, their many beckoning and gesticulations gave the illusion of a multicolored wave rushing towards shore.
A small vehicle rushed through the crowd, who scrambled to get out of the way of the strange looking vehicle, who itself seemed to complement the ship itself. It was multicolored, some sort of automobile it seemed, as it stopped in the centre of the crowd. A right door was opened by a Care Bear Waiter, and out only a single hand came, as if waiting to be held. Indeed, it was, for the hand of the waiter grasped the hand of the mysterious stranger inside of the car. Slowly, but surely the figure gracefully advanced from the car, landing on its feet. A great hat shrouded its face, though as it looked up, it revealed the spectacular face of a young Care Bear Woman. She gazed at the ship, unfazed by what others seemed to see as a god. Two more escaped the automobile, unharmed, and came to their feet beside the woman. One was a young man, the other a figure of an older woman. All were dressed appropriately, with their many clothes sagging beyond their feet.
“So this is the Unsinkable C.B.T. then?” the older woman suggested, her head gazing at the wonder of the vessel.
“Of course,” the Care Bear Man said. “I doubt that the Care Bear Gods themselves could sink this ship themselves.”
“Doesn’t look unsinkable to me,” said the younger girl, a sickly gaze in her eye at the ship.
“Honestly, Thorn, impressing you is like trying to give honey to a tiger,” the man said.
“It’s not my fault, love,” whispered Thorn, giving a sarcastic peck on the cheek to her fiancée.
“I believe we should make our way onboard,” the older woman supposed, her body and posture turning towards the great viaduct bridging the land and the C.B.T.
“Then let us go,” the man said, leading the merry band towards the ship. The others quickly followed.
“Indeed.” Thorn replied. Aboard the overpass they went, the sunlight gleaming in their eyes. The eyes of the older woman and the man Care Bear gleamed with hope for the future in Care Bear City 2, yet the eyes of Thorn were different than the eyes of her superiors, her mother and her fiancée. Her eyes were empty as they boarded the C.B.T. as if her life was melting away.
At the harbor, the life of the crowd still buffed, happy faces smiling at the magnificent passengers aboard. Though in the middle of it all, many very unhappy faces were dragged towards the ship. Twenty five squirrels, in chains and all, their hands cuffed behind their back, were ordered onto the ship by a very mean looking soul, a Care Bear himself. With a whistle in one hand and a metal whip in the other, he forced imprisoned squirrels onboard. Like the face of Thorn, the faces of these squirrels were empty, their lives without hope, without a future, without a meaning. Onboard they went, and onboard they disappeared.
Yet it was still a very happy day. The time was soon coming when the C.B.T. would set sail and move through the magnificent Cloud Ocean. Horns blasted and trumpets blared as slowly but surely the ship moved away from the harbor and into the clouds. The crowd waved and waved… until finally the ship faded into the distance… never to be seen again.
Thorn and her company passed through many elevators and hallways until finally arriving in the three cabins in which they would say. She glanced at the doorway, revealing the number 334. Once entering, Thorn realized how magnificent the cabins themselves were. Red and golden wood paneling echoed throughout all the rooms, with delicate carvings as decorations. Thorn couldn’t help but gasp as she moved through the chalets, until finally reaching her bedroom, a superb manner not unlike the other rooms, however the mirror on the wall made her scream inside her head. Her image did not reflect her personality. Yet she remained calm, on the outside anyway. On the inside, her brain was sinking much faster than the C.B.T. would later. She gracefully walked towards the mirror, the sun setting outside. She sat down, with a smile on her face, and began to comb her hair.
Frodo Baggins was a squirrel, one of the twenty five kept below deck except on rare occasions. They were slaves, squirrels were, to the supposed ‘Care’ Bears. For years it had been this way and it would never change. The poor squirrels suffered, were tormented, over and over again, forced to give massages to the Care Bears, feed them, put their Care Bear clothes on, and of course help them go to the bathroom and give them bathes.
But Frodo was different. Always refusing, he never did anything a slave squirrel was supposed to do. He hated Care Bears and everything they stood for. It was that night that he was allowed on-deck for the night, the first night of the grand voyage. He sat there, smoking a cigar, staring at the vast night sky before him. Suddenly, a Care Bear Woman rushed by him, heading straight towards the front of the ship.
She was crying, her hands in her hand… she seemed nothing like the other Care Bears with their hands to the ground and their head in the air. Curiously, Frodo pursued the girl throughout the deck, until she finally arrived at the very bow of the ship. Looking down, she noted how the bow seemed to cut right through the clouds, like metal, not that cutting through clouds was very hard at all, but…
She climbed over the rail, her cautious feet nearly slipping. She was going to jump off, she was going to cut herself in half as the ship would hit her… yes, that was what she was going to do… she was calm, oh so very calm… even her eyes were not as empty as they once were. She smiled, and let go.
She didn’t fall.
Looking behind her, she noted that her hand was held… by a squirrel.
“Let go of me, you vermin!”
The squirrel didn’t say a thing, nor did he move. He simply stood there. The only noticable noise was the roaring of the clouds and the heaving breathing of the girl as she struggled to jump off the ship… she couldn’t. The grip of the squirrel kept her onboard.
“Don’t do it.”
“What?”
“Just come back over. I’ll help you.”
“NO! Stay over there. I’ll jump…. I’ll cut myself in half, I will!”
“No you won’t.”
Thorn turned to meet the gaze of the squirrel.
“Come on. Come back over.”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Frodo. You?”
The look on Thorn’s face was that of pure confusion. This squirrel had taken her aback, she knew not what to say.
“Thorn Dewitt Bekater.”
“Thorn?”
“Got a problem with it?”
“Nope. Just making sure. So…”
This was an awkward moment for both, it seemed to be. Here a suicidal care bear stood at the edge of a ship, ready to jump at any moment, while a talking squirrel stood beside her, very calm, and motionless.
“You ever been to Care Bear City 2?”
“I used to live there.”
“Yeah, me to. Ever been snow fishing?”
“Snow-“
“You do know what snow-fishing is-?”
“I KNOW WHAT SNOW FISHING IS!”
“Sorry, sorry. Anyways, snow is like very cold… so… clouds are cold to.”
“They are?... how cold?”
“Umm… freezing… yeah… plus there’s no knowing if they even hold you up anymore…”
“I don’t like clouds…”
“Then why are you standing right in front of a ship ready to jump into them? Now… come on over… take my hand. Trust me.”
She said nothing, only turning directly to face him. His hand stood ready, her face was not empty… nor full… she smiled… and took his hand.
She came over the rail.
Thorn was much taller than Frodo. She was satisified… smiling, she turned to Frodo.
“Well… Mr. Frodo,” she mumbled,”Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Thorn felt safe in the hand of Mr. Frodo. She felt happy… a feeling she had not felt in years.
“Do you think you can come for dinner tomorrow evening?” she asked, thrilled.
“Sure.”
“well… alright then.” Smiling, she turned to leave.
Frodo went back to smoke.
Thorn moved right past the majority of care bears on D-Deck, and made her way towards the elevator. After many an argument with the elevator man concerning below decks, she pushed him out of the way and governed the elevator herself, manning it downward towards F-Deck.
“Where is Mr. Frodo? Have you seen him?”
“Sghdg fhgafh adfylerwt s hafhlgah.”
“What?”
“Sghdg fhgafh adfylerwt s hafhlgah.”
“I can’t understand you.”
The squirrel pointed to a cabin door on the other side of the hallway.
“Thank you!” Thorn said expressively… and very slowly.
Knock, knock.
The door opened.
Frodo was not there.
“WHADDYA WANT?”
“Mr Frodo? Where is he?”
“ABOVE DECKS. WHY?”
Immediately, she slammed the door, and moved towards the boat deck.
“Well… I moved to Care Bear Land when my folks died. Always floatin around, not much to do.”
“Mr. Frodo, I want to thank you for stopping me last night.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Look, I know you think I’m just a spoiled rotten brat who knows nothing about real suffering, but… I hate care bears.”
“You do?”
“Yes. They’re so… lovable! I hate my kind! They think they’re larger than life… more vast than the sky… but they’re no more important than you squirrels… they’re not even dirt in my eye.”
“I hate care bears to.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’re different.”
“How so?”
“You don’t… think like them. You’re wild…”
“AND FREE!”
Thorn did a little dance down the Titanic as Frodo watched, laughing as she went.
“So where were you born?”
“Me? Well… I’ve always been born a Care Bear. I’ve lived with my mother and father my entire life. Then father… left us, and we’re all alone. I hate them all, the bloody fools. My desire is to leave them forever, those rotten care bears.”
“You don’t like your own kind very much.”
“I like squirrels.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re a good example.”
Thorn grinned. Suddenly, the dinner bell sounded.
“Oh, how I hate that darned bell… see you at dinner, Frodo.”
“See ya.”
With a quick gaze, Thorn rushed off to the Care Bear Dinner Entrance. A mischievous look crossed Frodo’s face… and he strolled off.
A strange figure entered First Bear Dining that night. He was very short for a care bear, and he walked in an odd manner, as if his care bear clothes were far too big for him. He scuffled with his clothes, making his way towards a small round table in the middle of the room. Through small holes in the sockets where a Care Bear’s eyes would be, the figure inside gazed around. The pillars were of a rich, wooden texture, round and graceful, white and thin, stretching from the bottom and to the top of the great room. The walls and floors and ceilings were also of the same, rich, wooden texture, all in a great pattern that made the room seem almost symetrical.
Frodo sat down at that table, in his Care Bear costume. The other passengers in the room seem somewhat mystified by the creature as he struggled to clutch his fork and knive. Thorn couldn’t help but chuckle as he tried to eat the food. It was a very humorous sight, and the girl wondered where he had gotten that costume… as it was extremely realistic, save for the black eyes and the odd mouth.
All of the Care Bears simply stared at the costumed squirrel for several moments, then very quickly and quietly they resumed their conversations.
“Did you know Queen Latifagagalot was nearly assissnated this morning?!”
“Oh, dear!”
Of course, the poor squirrel quickly became bored and turned his attention to Thorn who quietly ate on the side alone while her mother and fiancee chatted away. Neither paid any attention to her.
Dinner was nearing its end when Frodo stood up, dusting the dust off of his costume… when suddenly… it happened.
The zipper broke.
Snap.
Silence.
Staring.
Confusion.
Betrayal.
Revenge.
Before he knew it, Frodo was out of his costume, was running for his life, and was being chased by a merry band of Care Bears with pitchforks and knives.
“HOW DARE A DANG SQUIRREL INTERUPT OUR DINNER?! HOW DARE HE?! HOW DARE HE?!” they shouted as they ran after him, out of the dining halls and into the many hallways about the ship. Many waiters, butlers, and stewards barely managed to duck out of the way as the great crowd flew by, with cries like monkeys, and feet like elephants, they ran, continually exploding in a massive charge after poor ole Frodo.
And it wasn’t very long before they were on the boat deck, chasing after him. Many passengers nearly flew overboard after suffering the blows of the charge and were thrown against the railing if they did not manage to get out of the way.
But, suddenly, he was gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
Thorn’s fiancee could not see him anywhere, nor could Thorn’s mother spot him, nor could the Duchess catch a glimpse, and the Princess had to squint. He was gone.
And so they went back to dinner as usual.
But Thorn was smart.
It was just about sunset now, as she moved towards the front of the ship. He was standing there… alone, and frustrated. He looked down as the ship cut through the clouds in continual grace, when abruptly…
“Hello Frodo.”
He turned quickly to meet her gaze.
“I thought you might be-“
“Sshhh. Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Go on. Get on the rail.”
“Frodo, what’s going-“
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Then step onto the railing… close your eyes… and don’t peek.”
She did so, her Care Bear fur blowing in the wind. Frodo held her close as the ship moved forward… and spread out her hands.
“Alright… now open your eyes.”
She did.
“OH MY GOD, FRODO, I’M FLYING!”
Indeed, it seemed she was. As she looked out ahead, there was nothing ahead. Nothing but sunlight and the clouds.
“FRODO!”
The ship continued to move towards the sun as it continued to sink into the clouds, above the steam of the great funnels echoed in the cloudy mist. The clouds seemed to melt into the ship, and Frodo began to move Thorn’s arms, as if she was a bird. Their hands met. There they were, a squirrel and a Care Bear hand in hand. She turned to meet his gaze… and suddenly… they began to kiss. Their lips met as the ship moved towards the distant sunset, and their fates would be one.
“Frodo… when the ship docks… I’m getting off with you.”
“Sure.”
“Frodo…”
“Yeah?”
“I-“
She stopped.
“What?”
Thorn looked directly ahead, as did the watch-penguin on board.
“Blimey!” the watch-penguin yelped, as he began to dial to the bridge.
On the bridge, a telephone rang. It was answered by the Captain Penguin.
“Yes, is there anything wrong?”
“MAGICAL RAINBOW COLONY, DEAD AHEAD!”
“Thank you.”
He abruptly hang up the phone, and rushed towards the front of the bridge, where as the sun set, a clear rainbow stood directly ahead, with many houses and fields below it set in the clouds.
The Titanic was in danger.
“HARD TO STARBOARD!” the captain shouted at the top of his lungs towards the bridge crew who had already carried out their orders before anything else was to be done. It seemed that the order was carried out successively as the ship began to sail left.
“Come on… come on… turn…”
The propellers below the clouds were spinning faster than they had ever spun before as they continually moved left… nearer and nearer out of harm’s way… yet the rainbow colony still dwelt directly ahead. Many leprochauns were standing on the rainbow, their eyes as wide as can be, doing some kind of religious chant, while shouting, “You want me pot of gold?!”
“Yes… turn…”
It was going to be a very narrow escape if they were not to hit. The Captain quickly spotted two passengers at the very edge of the ship… if they hit-
BOOM.
Here it is, a version of the movie Titanic with care bears and squirrels. Enjoy, I guess.Care Bear City, Care Bear Land- BREAKING NEWS! The C.B.T., otherwise known as the Unsinkable Care Bear Titanic has recently sunken to the bottom of the magical cloud sea after striking a magical rainbow on the evening of April the 14th, 2191. There are few survivors, as it seems that the after site has been bombed somehow. More word will reach you later.
All will remember the C.B.T. as a grand ship for all Care Bears, with room even for the lowest of beings such as squirrels. Survivors have returned to Care Bear City, the count being only 1 out of 2500. The only known survivor will not say her name, nor will she reveal anything concerning what happened that night. She has not yet been identified, and the Care Bear Police are currently working on her.
The Care Bear Titanic set sail only but two days ago at the docks of Care Bear City. It was a magnificent day, the sun shining, echoing through the many halls of the Care Bear Titanic. The mammoth herself sat docked at the harbor, ready to set sail through the magical Care Bear Cloud Sea. Her hull was painted in a variety of pretty colors, ranging from orange to purple to pink and blue. Many windows shone throughout the hull, and above four separate funnels were painted in but two colors of red and purple. Her bow excelled against the radiant sun, and her stern echoed against the cloud sea. She was an epic ship, she was, and she was soon to set sail.
Below the great gargantuan lay an immense crowd stretched throughout the entire harbor, gazing at the spectral wonder that was the C.B.T., while waving to its many passengers onboard, who obviously returned the gesture. But these passengers and crowds were no ordinary passengers (and crowds). They were not people, nor animals, but the magnificent beings known as Care Bears. They came in many different shapes and colors, and they’re pretty colors outweighed even the Titanic. Aboard the vessel, their many beckoning and gesticulations gave the illusion of a multicolored wave rushing towards shore.
A small vehicle rushed through the crowd, who scrambled to get out of the way of the strange looking vehicle, who itself seemed to complement the ship itself. It was multicolored, some sort of automobile it seemed, as it stopped in the centre of the crowd. A right door was opened by a Care Bear Waiter, and out only a single hand came, as if waiting to be held. Indeed, it was, for the hand of the waiter grasped the hand of the mysterious stranger inside of the car. Slowly, but surely the figure gracefully advanced from the car, landing on its feet. A great hat shrouded its face, though as it looked up, it revealed the spectacular face of a young Care Bear Woman. She gazed at the ship, unfazed by what others seemed to see as a god. Two more escaped the automobile, unharmed, and came to their feet beside the woman. One was a young man, the other a figure of an older woman. All were dressed appropriately, with their many clothes sagging beyond their feet.
“So this is the Unsinkable C.B.T. then?” the older woman suggested, her head gazing at the wonder of the vessel.
“Of course,” the Care Bear Man said. “I doubt that the Care Bear Gods themselves could sink this ship themselves.”
“Doesn’t look unsinkable to me,” said the younger girl, a sickly gaze in her eye at the ship.
“Honestly, Thorn, impressing you is like trying to give honey to a tiger,” the man said.
“It’s not my fault, love,” whispered Thorn, giving a sarcastic peck on the cheek to her fiancée.
“I believe we should make our way onboard,” the older woman supposed, her body and posture turning towards the great viaduct bridging the land and the C.B.T.
“Then let us go,” the man said, leading the merry band towards the ship. The others quickly followed.
“Indeed.” Thorn replied. Aboard the overpass they went, the sunlight gleaming in their eyes. The eyes of the older woman and the man Care Bear gleamed with hope for the future in Care Bear City 2, yet the eyes of Thorn were different than the eyes of her superiors, her mother and her fiancée. Her eyes were empty as they boarded the C.B.T. as if her life was melting away.
At the harbor, the life of the crowd still buffed, happy faces smiling at the magnificent passengers aboard. Though in the middle of it all, many very unhappy faces were dragged towards the ship. Twenty five squirrels, in chains and all, their hands cuffed behind their back, were ordered onto the ship by a very mean looking soul, a Care Bear himself. With a whistle in one hand and a metal whip in the other, he forced imprisoned squirrels onboard. Like the face of Thorn, the faces of these squirrels were empty, their lives without hope, without a future, without a meaning. Onboard they went, and onboard they disappeared.
Yet it was still a very happy day. The time was soon coming when the C.B.T. would set sail and move through the magnificent Cloud Ocean. Horns blasted and trumpets blared as slowly but surely the ship moved away from the harbor and into the clouds. The crowd waved and waved… until finally the ship faded into the distance… never to be seen again.
Thorn and her company passed through many elevators and hallways until finally arriving in the three cabins in which they would say. She glanced at the doorway, revealing the number 334. Once entering, Thorn realized how magnificent the cabins themselves were. Red and golden wood paneling echoed throughout all the rooms, with delicate carvings as decorations. Thorn couldn’t help but gasp as she moved through the chalets, until finally reaching her bedroom, a superb manner not unlike the other rooms, however the mirror on the wall made her scream inside her head. Her image did not reflect her personality. Yet she remained calm, on the outside anyway. On the inside, her brain was sinking much faster than the C.B.T. would later. She gracefully walked towards the mirror, the sun setting outside. She sat down, with a smile on her face, and began to comb her hair.
Frodo Baggins was a squirrel, one of the twenty five kept below deck except on rare occasions. They were slaves, squirrels were, to the supposed ‘Care’ Bears. For years it had been this way and it would never change. The poor squirrels suffered, were tormented, over and over again, forced to give massages to the Care Bears, feed them, put their Care Bear clothes on, and of course help them go to the bathroom and give them bathes.
But Frodo was different. Always refusing, he never did anything a slave squirrel was supposed to do. He hated Care Bears and everything they stood for. It was that night that he was allowed on-deck for the night, the first night of the grand voyage. He sat there, smoking a cigar, staring at the vast night sky before him. Suddenly, a Care Bear Woman rushed by him, heading straight towards the front of the ship.
She was crying, her hands in her hand… she seemed nothing like the other Care Bears with their hands to the ground and their head in the air. Curiously, Frodo pursued the girl throughout the deck, until she finally arrived at the very bow of the ship. Looking down, she noted how the bow seemed to cut right through the clouds, like metal, not that cutting through clouds was very hard at all, but…
She climbed over the rail, her cautious feet nearly slipping. She was going to jump off, she was going to cut herself in half as the ship would hit her… yes, that was what she was going to do… she was calm, oh so very calm… even her eyes were not as empty as they once were. She smiled, and let go.
She didn’t fall.
Looking behind her, she noted that her hand was held… by a squirrel.
“Let go of me, you vermin!”
The squirrel didn’t say a thing, nor did he move. He simply stood there. The only noticable noise was the roaring of the clouds and the heaving breathing of the girl as she struggled to jump off the ship… she couldn’t. The grip of the squirrel kept her onboard.
“Don’t do it.”
“What?”
“Just come back over. I’ll help you.”
“NO! Stay over there. I’ll jump…. I’ll cut myself in half, I will!”
“No you won’t.”
Thorn turned to meet the gaze of the squirrel.
“Come on. Come back over.”
“Who do you think you are?”
“Frodo. You?”
The look on Thorn’s face was that of pure confusion. This squirrel had taken her aback, she knew not what to say.
“Thorn Dewitt Bekater.”
“Thorn?”
“Got a problem with it?”
“Nope. Just making sure. So…”
This was an awkward moment for both, it seemed to be. Here a suicidal care bear stood at the edge of a ship, ready to jump at any moment, while a talking squirrel stood beside her, very calm, and motionless.
“You ever been to Care Bear City 2?”
“I used to live there.”
“Yeah, me to. Ever been snow fishing?”
“Snow-“
“You do know what snow-fishing is-?”
“I KNOW WHAT SNOW FISHING IS!”
“Sorry, sorry. Anyways, snow is like very cold… so… clouds are cold to.”
“They are?... how cold?”
“Umm… freezing… yeah… plus there’s no knowing if they even hold you up anymore…”
“I don’t like clouds…”
“Then why are you standing right in front of a ship ready to jump into them? Now… come on over… take my hand. Trust me.”
She said nothing, only turning directly to face him. His hand stood ready, her face was not empty… nor full… she smiled… and took his hand.
She came over the rail.
Thorn was much taller than Frodo. She was satisified… smiling, she turned to Frodo.
“Well… Mr. Frodo,” she mumbled,”Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.”
Thorn felt safe in the hand of Mr. Frodo. She felt happy… a feeling she had not felt in years.
“Do you think you can come for dinner tomorrow evening?” she asked, thrilled.
“Sure.”
“well… alright then.” Smiling, she turned to leave.
Frodo went back to smoke.
Thorn moved right past the majority of care bears on D-Deck, and made her way towards the elevator. After many an argument with the elevator man concerning below decks, she pushed him out of the way and governed the elevator herself, manning it downward towards F-Deck.
“Where is Mr. Frodo? Have you seen him?”
“Sghdg fhgafh adfylerwt s hafhlgah.”
“What?”
“Sghdg fhgafh adfylerwt s hafhlgah.”
“I can’t understand you.”
The squirrel pointed to a cabin door on the other side of the hallway.
“Thank you!” Thorn said expressively… and very slowly.
Knock, knock.
The door opened.
Frodo was not there.
“WHADDYA WANT?”
“Mr Frodo? Where is he?”
“ABOVE DECKS. WHY?”
Immediately, she slammed the door, and moved towards the boat deck.
“Well… I moved to Care Bear Land when my folks died. Always floatin around, not much to do.”
“Mr. Frodo, I want to thank you for stopping me last night.”
“You’re welcome.”
“Look, I know you think I’m just a spoiled rotten brat who knows nothing about real suffering, but… I hate care bears.”
“You do?”
“Yes. They’re so… lovable! I hate my kind! They think they’re larger than life… more vast than the sky… but they’re no more important than you squirrels… they’re not even dirt in my eye.”
“I hate care bears to.”
“Do you hate me?”
“No.”
“Why not?”
“You’re different.”
“How so?”
“You don’t… think like them. You’re wild…”
“AND FREE!”
Thorn did a little dance down the Titanic as Frodo watched, laughing as she went.
“So where were you born?”
“Me? Well… I’ve always been born a Care Bear. I’ve lived with my mother and father my entire life. Then father… left us, and we’re all alone. I hate them all, the bloody fools. My desire is to leave them forever, those rotten care bears.”
“You don’t like your own kind very much.”
“I like squirrels.”
“Really?”
“Yes. You’re a good example.”
Thorn grinned. Suddenly, the dinner bell sounded.
“Oh, how I hate that darned bell… see you at dinner, Frodo.”
“See ya.”
With a quick gaze, Thorn rushed off to the Care Bear Dinner Entrance. A mischievous look crossed Frodo’s face… and he strolled off.
A strange figure entered First Bear Dining that night. He was very short for a care bear, and he walked in an odd manner, as if his care bear clothes were far too big for him. He scuffled with his clothes, making his way towards a small round table in the middle of the room. Through small holes in the sockets where a Care Bear’s eyes would be, the figure inside gazed around. The pillars were of a rich, wooden texture, round and graceful, white and thin, stretching from the bottom and to the top of the great room. The walls and floors and ceilings were also of the same, rich, wooden texture, all in a great pattern that made the room seem almost symetrical.
Frodo sat down at that table, in his Care Bear costume. The other passengers in the room seem somewhat mystified by the creature as he struggled to clutch his fork and knive. Thorn couldn’t help but chuckle as he tried to eat the food. It was a very humorous sight, and the girl wondered where he had gotten that costume… as it was extremely realistic, save for the black eyes and the odd mouth.
All of the Care Bears simply stared at the costumed squirrel for several moments, then very quickly and quietly they resumed their conversations.
“Did you know Queen Latifagagalot was nearly assissnated this morning?!”
“Oh, dear!”
Of course, the poor squirrel quickly became bored and turned his attention to Thorn who quietly ate on the side alone while her mother and fiancee chatted away. Neither paid any attention to her.
Dinner was nearing its end when Frodo stood up, dusting the dust off of his costume… when suddenly… it happened.
The zipper broke.
Snap.
Silence.
Staring.
Confusion.
Betrayal.
Revenge.
Before he knew it, Frodo was out of his costume, was running for his life, and was being chased by a merry band of Care Bears with pitchforks and knives.
“HOW DARE A DANG SQUIRREL INTERUPT OUR DINNER?! HOW DARE HE?! HOW DARE HE?!” they shouted as they ran after him, out of the dining halls and into the many hallways about the ship. Many waiters, butlers, and stewards barely managed to duck out of the way as the great crowd flew by, with cries like monkeys, and feet like elephants, they ran, continually exploding in a massive charge after poor ole Frodo.
And it wasn’t very long before they were on the boat deck, chasing after him. Many passengers nearly flew overboard after suffering the blows of the charge and were thrown against the railing if they did not manage to get out of the way.
But, suddenly, he was gone.
Nowhere to be seen.
Thorn’s fiancee could not see him anywhere, nor could Thorn’s mother spot him, nor could the Duchess catch a glimpse, and the Princess had to squint. He was gone.
And so they went back to dinner as usual.
But Thorn was smart.
It was just about sunset now, as she moved towards the front of the ship. He was standing there… alone, and frustrated. He looked down as the ship cut through the clouds in continual grace, when abruptly…
“Hello Frodo.”
He turned quickly to meet her gaze.
“I thought you might be-“
“Sshhh. Close your eyes.”
“What?”
“Go on. Get on the rail.”
“Frodo, what’s going-“
“Do you trust me?”
“I trust you.”
“Then step onto the railing… close your eyes… and don’t peek.”
She did so, her Care Bear fur blowing in the wind. Frodo held her close as the ship moved forward… and spread out her hands.
“Alright… now open your eyes.”
She did.
“OH MY GOD, FRODO, I’M FLYING!”
Indeed, it seemed she was. As she looked out ahead, there was nothing ahead. Nothing but sunlight and the clouds.
“FRODO!”
The ship continued to move towards the sun as it continued to sink into the clouds, above the steam of the great funnels echoed in the cloudy mist. The clouds seemed to melt into the ship, and Frodo began to move Thorn’s arms, as if she was a bird. Their hands met. There they were, a squirrel and a Care Bear hand in hand. She turned to meet his gaze… and suddenly… they began to kiss. Their lips met as the ship moved towards the distant sunset, and their fates would be one.
“Frodo… when the ship docks… I’m getting off with you.”
“Sure.”
“Frodo…”
“Yeah?”
“I-“
She stopped.
“What?”
Thorn looked directly ahead, as did the watch-penguin on board.
“Blimey!” the watch-penguin yelped, as he began to dial to the bridge.
On the bridge, a telephone rang. It was answered by the Captain Penguin.
“Yes, is there anything wrong?”
“MAGICAL RAINBOW COLONY, DEAD AHEAD!”
“Thank you.”
He abruptly hang up the phone, and rushed towards the front of the bridge, where as the sun set, a clear rainbow stood directly ahead, with many houses and fields below it set in the clouds.
The Titanic was in danger.
“HARD TO STARBOARD!” the captain shouted at the top of his lungs towards the bridge crew who had already carried out their orders before anything else was to be done. It seemed that the order was carried out successively as the ship began to sail left.
“Come on… come on… turn…”
The propellers below the clouds were spinning faster than they had ever spun before as they continually moved left… nearer and nearer out of harm’s way… yet the rainbow colony still dwelt directly ahead. Many leprochauns were standing on the rainbow, their eyes as wide as can be, doing some kind of religious chant, while shouting, “You want me pot of gold?!”
“Yes… turn…”
It was going to be a very narrow escape if they were not to hit. The Captain quickly spotted two passengers at the very edge of the ship… if they hit-
BOOM.
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