|Seussical: What Really Happened
Author: Seussetta PM
The world of Seuss is not as we know it to be. It is dark and on the brink of existence. Could one human girl be the hero they have been searching for?Rated: Fiction T - English - Friendship/Adventure - Chapters: 19 - Words: 53,092 - Reviews: 33 - Favs: 9 - Follows: 7 - Updated: 05-21-13 - Published: 10-24-11 - id: 7492994
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Wow, what a few busy weeks I have had! I have done a music, arts and tecnology concert, where I was in 5/6 items (I also got the junior vocal award, which I am still shocked from getting...I never expected it), I went on a holiday to Queensland to see family, went on a three day camp in tents...and I still have 5 weeks to go and exams! So, I am going to apologise in advance, for if I don't update on time for next chapter.
Anyway, let's get onto the chapter. This chapter has two musical numbers (Chasing the Who and How Lucky You Are), but as you may notice, I have slightly edited them, to suit this story. I have also added a bit more dialogue, just to let you know as well.
On another note, I would like to thank mixaholic for reviewing and Arixa23 for being my beta. Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you soooo much!
Disclaimer: I do not own Seussical, its characters, its songs or the Seuss genre. That belongs to Lynn Ahrens, Stephen Flaherty and Dr Seuss Enterprise. I only own Kirsty, the Wickershams, Bird Girls and Young Kangaroo's 'other' names and partly Raphael Pulitzer (I don't own the character, I just own the 'other' name. I based it on the real award and the man who it was named after, which I can't remember...)
Hope you enjoy!
P.S. If any of you are wondering when that WarriorsxSeussical crossover is going to come out, I will try and get it out as soon as we get a name for it. If anyone has suggestions, feel free to pm me! Also, I will try and put up that Horton Hears A Who! fanfic if I can. Life is really full on for me at this time of the year. Plus, my main writing focus is to try and get Act 1 done for this story. So when that's done, I might release it...
Chapter 14: Chasing A Bit of Luck
As Kirsty and Horton continued to chase after the Wickershams, the jungle creatures all entered to watch what was going on. The Bird Girls also entered, with the Sour Kangaroo, who was looking very pleased with herself; her plan was working! Her joey, Felix, was also with his mother, a scared look on his face.
"Up out of the jungle, up into the sky," the Sour Kangaroo sang from her corner of the jungle, as another beat began. "Up over the mountains…"
"Ten thousand feet high," the Bird Girls joined in. The Wickershams came back to the clearing and Chase tossed the clover up. Kirsty jumped, trying to reach it. Kyle pushed her, easily catching it and ran off, with Horton and Kirsty at his heels.
"Then down from the mountains," the Sour Kangaroo narrated.
"And into the news," the Bird Girls added.
"Went Horton and Kirsty chasing the Whos!" all the jungle creatures sang. Kirsty's eyes went wide, as her name was mentioned. How did they know her name? She had only told Horton and Gertrude, as she didn't want anyone else to know. But what about Jay? He couldn't have told Sour…could he?
Unfortunately, that was the least of Kirsty's worries, as she saw a helicopter overhead. Inside was the reporter from when she and Horton had first discovered the clover.
"This is Raphael Pulitzer, live from Skycam Five," he announced, loud enough for all the jungle to hear. "Folks, the Jungle of Nool is one heck of a drive. We've got monkeys backed up to the three-oh-two; I'd find alternate routes if I were you!" As he flew off, Kirsty noticed that Horton was struggling to catch up with her. She let out her hand and he grabbed it, regaining speed.
"Then over the desert, The Desert of Dreze!" everyone sang. "And into the forest with thousands of trees. Past Sneetches on beaches…"
"And sour kangaroos!" The Sour Kangaroo sang.
"Went Horton and Kirsty chasing the Whos! Chasing the Whos!" The jungle sang, just as Kirsty and Horton had finally caught up with the Wickershams. They surrounded them and held the clover just above their reach.
"Still chasing your dust?" Chase asked. "Why it's safe as can be."
"We're monkeys to trust or don't you agree?" Kyle laughed and caught the clover as Chase threw it to him. As he caught it, Kirsty suddenly walked up to them, on her face a look of anger. The Wickershams backed up, a little shocked by her sudden move.
"Well, just to be sure, we are handing it off..." Jay said, as he caught the clover from Kyle. Kirsty managed to corner him, just enough so she could almost touch the clover.
"To a black-bottomed eagle named…" all three Wickershams said, grinning evilly, as Jay stretched his arm out, dropping the clover.
"Vlad Vladikoff!" shouted a voice. The eagle, covered in black feathers, appeared right in Kirsty's face. He grabbed the clover and flew off, laughing evilly.
"No! Please! Wait!" Horton and Kirsty yelled and chased after Vlad.
Kirsty looked back to the Wickershams, who were running off as well. "You won't get away with this, Wickershams!"
Watching from afar, Felix gasped, as he saw Vlad fly off with the clover, with Kirsty and Horton close behind him. "Mamma, what's the eagle gonna do?" he asked his mother.
Sour looked to him. "This doesn't concern you, sweetie. Back in your pouch!" she told him, pushing his head back in her pouch.
"All that late afternoon and far into the night," the Bird Girls sang, as the sky began to get darker. "That black-bottomed bird flapped his wings in fast flight, and he paid no attention to Horton's loud call:"
"A person's a person no matter how small!" Horton's voice echoed throughout the jungle. Suddenly, Kirsty screamed, as her head began to hurt as if an electric pulse was going through it.
Horton stopped, going over to his friend. "Kirsty? What's happening to you?" When she didn't answer, he started to get extremely concerned. "KIRSTY! STAY WITH ME!"
Through all this, something appeared in her mind. She could see Whoville. All the Whos were being jerked around as their clover was flying through the air.
"OOOH ... AAAHHH!" they all screamed. As they did, another sharp pain went through Kirsty head. "We're Whos here! We're all Whos here! Please don't let us fall!" they begged. "Aaah!" they screamed again as their clover tilted. "We're Whos here. We could bruise here! Helpless, weak and small!" Almost immediately after they finished, Kirsty snapped out of her trance. Horton helped her stand up and they continued their chase. Quickly, Kirsty caught up with Vlad, who was swinging the clover back and forth, without a care in the world.
Anger filling her, she jumped and grabbed onto Vlad's leg. "Let go of our clover! Please! You're making a mistake!" she told him, trying to get the clover from his grasp.
"No way, blondie," Vlad told her, grabbing her by the foot, scratching her left arm with his free claw. She screamed with pain and he dropped her. Luckily, Horton was running to catch up with Vlad and he caught her just in time. Ignoring the fierce pain in her arm, she kept going, with even more determination.
"On Horton travelled and on that bird flew," all the Whos and jungle creatures sang together, as Horton and Kirsty made their way up Mount Nool. "And, oh, there was trouble, trouble on Who! That black-bottomed eagle was cruel as could be..." Vlad looked down at the jungle and screeched at them, showing his fierce teeth. Scared out of their wits, the jungle creatures and the Bird Girls scurried off and hid. Horton and Kirsty were now close behind Vlad as he flew right up to the peek.
"'Cause at six fifty-six, Vlad Vladikoff dropped it. The clover went tumbling and nobody stopped it!" Horton exclaimed. Kirsty knew what was coming and she couldn't believe it was happening. "And head over heels, one hundred miles down, fell the poor little Whos and their whole tiny town!"
As Vlad let go of the clover, Horton and Kirsty looked down off the cliff and tried to reach it. All the Whos screamed, as their planet began to fall. But, suddenly, the scene froze and a spotlight came up on Kirsty.
"You can't be serious…" Kirsty said to herself, shaking her head. "Of all the times to include a musical number, you choose now? And of all people, why me?" She sighed. "Well, here goes…" At that moment, some light bouncy music began to play.
"When the news is all bad, when you're sour and blue," she sang. "When you start to get mad, you should do what I do…"
"Aaah!" the Whos screamed, as the scene unfroze for a few seconds and they fell a few feet.
"Tell yourself how lucky you are." Kirsty sang, a little shocked. She climbed down from the cliff face and continued. "When your life's going wrong, when the fates are unkind, when you're limping along and get kicked from behind, tell yourself how lucky you are."
"Aaah!" they screamed again, falling a few more feet.
"Why decry a cloudy sky an empty purse a crazy universe? My philosophy is simply things could be worse!" She paused, as she heard thunder and it began to rain, the small, cold droplets piercing her wound.
"So be happy you're here. Think of life as a thrill," Kirsty sang, as if nothing had happened. "And if worse comes to worse, as we all know it will, thank your lucky star you've gotten this far... and tell yourself how lucky you are! How lucky, how lucky, how lucky, how lucky, how lucky you are!" Kirsty sang, returning to her position. When the song finished, the spotlight disappeared and the scene unfroze, which left Kirsty and Horton alone.
Kirsty was the first to break the silence. "Geez, that's what I call a musical number! "
Horton raised an eyebrow. "Musical number? What are you talking about, Kirsty?"
"Oh, nothing…" she quickly replied. Why didn't he hear it? Maybe I was imagining it? I was sure I sang it, it felt so real!
"That bird let that clover drop somewhere inside of a great patch of clovers, one hundred miles wide!" Horton said, sadly, his ears drooping.
"We'll find it, we'll find it! We'll find it or bust! We'll find our friends on their small speck of dust." Kirsty continued, putting her hand on his shoulder. Horton gave a little smile.
"Yes, clover by clover by clover with care," they both said, looking out at the clover field. "We'll listen and we'll call, are you there? "
"Are you there?"
Poor Kirsty and Horton! Nothing seems to be going good for them. But, let me tell you, it's only going to get worse! *evil laughter* I'm such a mean creator!
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