Not All Dreams Come True

     Yawn. Just... yawn. Wait, why do toons even have school? I'm starting to think all our parents don't wanna deal with us... Well, at least I know mine don't. I mean come on. "Oswald Junior Number 23"? What the hell type of a name for a child is that? It's not. I wish my name was different and pretty like "Evangeline" or "Abigail", you know? But no, I'm stuck with a boring long ass name; and the only thing that sets me apart from my siblings' names, is my number: #23.

"RIIIIIIINNNNNNNNNNNGGG!"

      Finally the bell. I grab my messenger bag, make it out of the dreadfully boring classroom, and start heading for the cafeteria. Time for Bea to tell her her "super important discovery".

"#23! Over here!"

     There she was across the cafeteria, waving her arm wildly even though I knew where our usual table was. I make my way over, sit beside her, and take out my lunch.

"How was class? You look like ass. What's wrong?"

"I stayed up all night trying to calm my little brother down because he wouldn't sleep."

"Oh, well that's a shame. Welp, anyways! Guess what?" 

     Yep... classic Bea. I knew she wouldn't give a damn about me being sleep deprived.

"I've been waiting all day to hear," I say covering my sandwich filled mouth, yet trying to sound enthusiastic.

"So, Felix and Kitty had to leave out of town, so me and Jax stayed at my dad's, right?"

"Mhmmmm?"

"And guess what I found?"

"What?"

"This!"

     She then takes out a sepia-toned map from behind her. Still confuses me how cartoons can still pull things out of their ass these days...

     "Look! It's a layout of my dad's studio! Joey Drew Studio! I found it while snooping around in some of the drawers. I mean, it's a little hard to read, since I don't really know how to read maps or layouts of any kind, but if we go here there's so many secrets to unlock! But I can't go by myself... So would you-"

"Sure. I'll go with you. Better than babysitting 419 other siblings." 

"Yay!" She does a little clap.

"So, what types of secrets are we talking about here", I ask curiously. If I'm gonna go on a random adventure, I at least should know what for.

"Well, things about my dad's past, why I do this weird dripping thing I got for him, or why- GASP!"

     I turned to see what caught her eyes, munching on my sandwich. It was my cousin, Timothy, across the cafeteria.

"Wow... look at him #23", she says swooning. " Isn't he handsome?" Her tail curls up into a heart shape. 

"Eh."

"Geez, look at the crowd of girls he's caught the attention of... And that hair!"

     I roll my eyes. Please, Timothy was just another version of Mickey Mouse ( since he is his son ), but younger, a regular somewhat "deep voice", and with a little hair. Like... edgy Mickey or some crap.

"Oh, not to mention that soothing deep voice! Him being such a gentleman, extremely smart and-"

"Beatrice. You're fangirling again."

"Oh, s-sorry."

     Bea has never been the type to be "boy crazy", but the way she talked about Timothy more often than others, got me thinking that she might be real serious about him. And I sure hope not. I never really got along with Timothy, so just to know I'd be a third wheel in that scenario makes me cringe. Besides, part of me thinks girls are only after him because of the money. After all he is the only son of two millionaire mice who are thwarting to take over the world. At least in my unpopular opinion.

"Anyways back to the map, #23. I really wanna go but I can't really read it all too well. And... I really need you to do a favor for me."

"And what's that?"

     She bites her lip and her eyes point to Timothy. It was no secret that he was extremely smart. He was like a prodigy of some sort. I wouldn't be surprised if he got to be valedictorian because of his amazing grades, but there was no way he was coming with.

"No."

"Please #23?"

"Absolutely not. If I'm gonna be going on this trip, he's definitely not going to come."

"But-"

"No buts." She then grabs my hand and holds it in both of hers. "Please #23? This is really important to me..."

I sigh out of defeat.

"Fine. I'll try to see if we can talk to him after school hours."