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“Breaking news at Disneyland. Our very own Azneth Smith is interrupting her vacation to bring you this story. Azneth?”

“Yes Frank, and I’d like to thank Fox 11 LA for their help in bringing you this story. Behind me, you can see the Disneyland Hotel.”

    The camera pans over to Mickey’s Magic hat, all lit up, then pans up, and across to the sign
    lit up in red, saying ‘Disneyland Hotel.’ The voice over continues.

“This morning, the hotel was the scene of a crime when Tinker Bell was stolen. Tinker Bell usually lives in the honeymoon suite on the top floor.”

    The camera pans back to the window on the corner of the top floor above Mickey’s hat.

“Staying in the suite last night were tennis superstar, Venus Hotbody, fresh from her Grand Slam win in the US open. She was with her new husband, Alexis Onanism, the couple had only gotten married yesterday.”

“The first hint that something was wrong was this morning when the Red Car flew off the end of Hollywood Boulevard, and flew into the Movie set on Sunset Boulevard. Eye witnesses reported the car was trailing pixie dust. Later the housekeeping staff found that Tinker Bell was missing from the suite, and there was no sign of Hotbody or Onanism.”

“I have with me Captain Steve Rogers of the 15th precinct, he was an eye witness to the Red Car incident, and is leading the investigation into Tinker Bell’s disappearance. Captain Rogers?”

    The handsome police Captain looms almost comically over the diminutive reporter, who is holding
    her microphone high up so the Captain can speak into it. When he speaks it is with a smooth
    baritone, which attracts the attention of all in the area.

“Well Ms. Smith, we’re now treating this as a kidnapping, and the FBI is on standby to render assistance. Our legal advice is that under the Magical Persons Act, certain cartoon characters count as persons for the purposes of the penal code, we think Tinker Bell qualifies under the act, so this can be treated as a kidnapping, not just theft.”

“I was in my office at the 15th precinct headquarters, when I saw the Red Car jump it’s tracks, and continue to fly down Hollywood Boulevard. It flew into the mural at the end, and continued to proceed down Sunset Boulevard in the mural. Unfortunately, due to cartoon physics, it was not comically appropriate for me, or any other human, to be able to follow them into the mural, so the Red Car disappeared from sight.”

“We’re assembling a task force, and Captain Hudson of the RSPD has offered assistance. As Captain Hudson is also a cartoon character, he has the ability to enter the mural and report back. Currently, we have accounted for everyone except the driver and conductor of the car; two other park guests; as well as Ms. Hotbody and Mr. Onanism.”

“Thank you Captain. With that, back to Frank in the studio.”

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“More on the breaking story at Disneyland. We go live to Azneth Smith on Hollywood Boulevard. Azneth?”

“Behind me, you can see where the police have set up their crime scene at the end of Hollywood Boulevard.”

    The camera pans over the scene, yellow crime scene tape marks off an area. Several police officers
    are milling about. The camera focuses on the scene at the end of the street, the street disappears
    into the distance, under a brilliant blue sky. Then one of the police officers walks too close and
    throws a shadow across the scene, which is actually a mural.

“Earlier, Captain Hudson of the RSPD entered the mural, in an attempt to locate the missing Red Car … Something’s happening.”

    The camera focuses on the mural, the background hubbub dies down, and you can see something moving
    in the distance. It grows bigger. It becomes recognizable as some sort of old fashioned car.

“I see Captain Hudson approaching. … Captain Hudson is of course a 1951 Hudson Hawk.”

    The car drives to the end of the painted street and emerges from the mural as a real three
    dimensional car and drives up to Captain Rogers, who is waiting for it in the street. Three of
    the car’s doors open. Four people get out, looking rather dazed. The four are escorted by police
    officers to the 15th precinct building across the street (which is incongruously, a New York
    Brownstone). There is pandemonium as a host of reporters shout questions at all and sundry. The
    reporter turns to the camera.

“Interesting developments here at Disneyland, there should be an official statement soon.”

    Captain Rogers looks up, and strides towards the perimeter, while waving for the crowd to gather.
    The car follows along side him.