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He looked all around him in amazement,muted glowing light illuminating from
different points in the open room.
"YO HO HO,A PIRATE'S LIFE FOR ME!!!"
The tune was belted out by a vast array of drunken men.
Animatronic drunken men.
Spike sat back in the boat bored as hell.This was the twenty third time in a
row that his lover insisted they go on this ride.Twenty three times of yo-ho's,ya-hoo's,and all around boredom.
He was shaken out of his braindead stupor.
"William!This is the best part mate!"
Jack stood up in the boat."All right doggie...shake them keys!"
As if on cue,the robotic mutt turned his head and the jeys to the jail cell
shook.
Jack plopped back in the boat."Ah the good ol' days...."he reminisced,as Spike
mouthed the words as the Captain said them.
The boat approached the "dock" and the two men got off,both ghosts
from different times,finding each other in this modern life.As they came to
the underground tunnel that Spike had stolen the plans from Walt Disney all
those many years ago,Jack tugged on his sleeve.
"William?"he blinked his eyes,not quite batting them.
Spike glanced at the pirate."Yeah Jack?What's on yer mind-besides cornrows?"
Jack looked sheepishly at Spike."Can we go on the teacups now?"
Spike looked at Jack and was about to go into a tirade about how they had
already been on the teacups 17 times in two days(Spike was keeping
track),and how the teacups were half the bloody park away-
But then he saw those eyes.Those soulful chocolate eyes.Eyes that,although rimmed with kohl,
reminded him of another beautiful boy,so long ago...
"Yes pet.We can go on the teacups."
Jack let out a whoop and grabbed Spike's hand and started pulling him
through the tunnel that headed to Fantasyland.Spike sighed,and shook his head slightly.
"Why do I always fall for the bloody whelps?"