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Author: Cariann |
"Because it�s fun," Dawson answered.
Joey stepped into the little boat, and sat down. "On what planet?"
Dawson followed her into the boat and sat down next to her. "The planet of the non jaded."
"I�m not jaded," Joey argued. "I just don�t get my kicks from riding in a little boat being serenaded by animated dolls."
"Jo, we�re at the happiest place on earth, could you just try to enjoy yourself." Joey crossed her arms and leaned back in her seat scowling. She had traveled all the way to California to visit Dawson and he had insisted they go to Disneyland. He could be so lame sometimes.
The boat started moving and Joey braced herself for the complete lameness It�s a Small World was bound to be. She wasn�t disappointed. All around her the happy little animatronics were singing what could only be classified as the world�s most annoying song and Joey just knew it would be stuck in her head for days.
Joey glared at Dawson as he sat smiling next to her. Then he started humming along and Joey wanted to punch him in the mouth. Joey closed her eyes, and tried desperately to block it all out. She started reciting the period chart in her head, but she could still hear that song and even worse they started singing in foreign languages.
Joey wished it all to go away and then it did. She opened her eyes, and found herself still on the ride. The little people were still moving, and Dawson was still humming along but Joey couldn�t hear anything. Before she could comprehend the fact that she had been mercifully rendered deaf, the ride started to come alive.
The little Eskimo people moved from in front of their igloo and started coming right at them. Joey�s eyes widened as they floated towards their boat staffs in hand. Before she could even scream one of the Eskimos raised his staff and bashed it into Dawson�s head. Joey heard the sickening crack, which was quickly followed by another as the little Eskimo continued to beat Dawson with its staff joined by his little Eskimo friends.
Dawson screamed, but there was no one on the boat with them now to hear him. It was just them and the Eskimos who seemed to be incredibly pissed off at Dawson as they continued to beat him with their sticks. Finally, they stopped and Dawson�s body crumpled to the floor of the boat beaten and bloody. The Eskimos looked towards Joey and a wave of panic swept through her, as she feared she was next. The head Eskimo smiled at her. "We had to stop his singing," he explained before they all floated away back to sit in front of their igloo. Joey felt a hand on her shoulder, and silently groaned when she realized she could hear the singing again. She opened her eyes and looked at Dawson. "Are you okay?" he asked.
"Yeah I was just daydreaming," Joey answered.
"Must have been a nice daydream," Dawson remarked.
"Why do you say that?" Joey asked.
"It�s the first time you�ve smiled all day," Dawson answered.
Joey continued to smile as she thought about her dream. Then Dawson began to hum along again and Joey scowled. She looked towards the heavens, and closed her eyes. "God I wish he would just shut up already."
Joey�s eyes flew open when she heard a loud snap. She turned to Dawson just in time to see one of the ceiling lights crash right onto Dawson silencing him forever.
The Moral of the Story � When you wish upon a star...makes no difference who you are. Anything your heart desires...will come to you.