I've gotten into writing Disney Spider-Man stuff, so here's a new one.

Disclaimer: Pinocchio belongs to Disney, and Spectacular Spider-Man and any other Marvel characters I use belong to Disney and their respective creators.

Ben Reilly

Prologue: When You Wish Upon a Star

Gwen was getting her daughter Penny ready for bed.

"Ready for bed, sweetie?" Gwen asked.

"No!" Penny said giggling. "I wanna see Daddy, Grandma, and Grandpa."

"Well look there." Gwen said as she looked out of the window. "The wishing star. Now try and make your wish, and the wish will come true."

"Really?" Penny asked as she hugged a stuffed lion her grandmother had given her.

"Of course sweetie." Gwen said. She then sung to her as she got her into her bed and tucked her in.

When you wish upon a star
Makes no difference who you are
Anything your heart desires
Will come to you

If your heart is in your dream
No request is too extreme
When you wish upon a star
As dreamers do

Fate is kind
She brings to those who love
The sweet fulfillment of
Their secret longing

Like a bolt out of the blue
Fate steps in and sees you through
When you wish upon a star
Your dreams come true

"What did you think of that?" Gwen asked as she sat down on Penny's bed.

"It was pretty." Penny said.

"Yeah, but I bet you don't believe it, about a wish coming true, do you?" Gwen asked.

"No." Penny said.

"Well I didn't either, sweetie." Gwen said with a smile. "I may be someone in her thirties singing to her daughter, but would you like Mommy to tell you what changed her mind?"

"Yes!" Penny said excitedly.

"Okay, calm down sweetie." Gwen said with a giggle as she pulled out a photo album and turned to the first page.

"One night, a long time ago, when I was still a little girl, I had run away from an orphanage and ended up in a small town called Queens."

"Yay!" Penny said as she clapped her hands. "That's where we are!"

"Shh." Gwen said with a smile. "Let Mommy tell the story, dear."

"It was a beautiful night." Gwen continued. "The stars were shining like diamonds high above the roofs of that sleepy old town. It was as pretty as a picture. As I walked down the street, there wasn't a soul to be seen. The only light came from a local wood-carver and farmer's house that belonged to a couple called the Parkers. I walked over and looked in. Everything was made of wood, and there were tons of clocks. I also saw a fire in the grate and figured that it shouldn't go to waste, so I walked in."

Ooh, Gwen, what were you doing breaking and entering.

Gwen: Quiet, I'm trying to get my daughter to sleep, and she won't if you keep interrupting the story.