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Challenge: [135] Disaster
Title: A Little Help
Word count: 307
Notes: Because I couldn’t resist, enter Finding Nemo. ^^ Beta'd by
ur_a_funny_1 Rating: G. No spoilers.
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The trio shared an uneasy look before offering the friendly enough looking sharks, who’d been introduced as Bruce, Anchor and Chum, a tentative smile.
Sora declined the offer as gently as he could, wanting nothing more than to just make for the next reef. "Sorry, but we’re kind of in a hurry here, so we’ll just be going."
Bruce wasn’t so easily thrown off and moved to block their retreat. “Now that’s just swimming away from ya problems, that is.”
“Look,” it was easy to get exasperated with these guys, as they just couldn’t take no for an answer. “I told you, the only problem we have right now is in finding the Keyhole. So unless you know anything about that…”
Of this self-help group, Anchor turned out to be the best informed of the bunch. “Dory might know something.”
“Who’s that?” Donald gurgled.
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“Are ya sure this was a good idea?” Goofy questioned, as the regal tang they had been following for some time seemed to have lost her way again. Sure, the rocky labyrinth covered in slimy weeds and algae that they were currently navigating made for difficult passage, but this going round in circles was enough to drive anyone to distraction.
“Well, she said she’d seen the Keyhole,” Sora gave a small sigh of defeat, “but this isn’t really working.”
“We’re wasting time,” Donald exclaimed.
“Well, she’s trying really hard, no? So let’s just keep swimming.” Apparently they weren’t as quiet as they’d suspected for their forgetful guide promptly broke into what seemed to be her favourite song, although it couldn’t really be qualified as such.
They were lost, at the mercy of the lacking memory of one little, far too optimistic fish and still miles away from the busy EAC, where they might just find some help or a clue.
“What a disaster.”
A/N: I'm afraid it was better in my mind. ^^;;;
A/N: I'm afraid it was better in my mind. ^^;;;