Kit, the Magician

by KitCloudkicker52885 and Kit_Lee

Disclaimer: We do NOT own Tale Spin, Disney does.

                                                                        Chapter One 

                                                            Introducing: Chris Cloudkicker

Chris Cloudkicker was sitting on his bed, looking nervous. He was a twelve-year-old bear cub, his fur was a golden shade of light brown and his eyes were blue and he wore a light blue woolen sweater with a navy blue neck collar. He was usually a cheerful bear cub despite his upbringing in the orphanage, but today he was very nervous.

He had just been told that he has a brother—a twin brother— and that he was going to meet that brother today. At first, he was excited, whooping for joy but now that the excitement have worn off a bit, he begin to feel anxious and slightly apprehensive.

What if he doesn’t like me? What if he’s big and mean and will push me around? All the negative questions that goes through a young boy’s head when under such anxiety.

“Chris dear, they’re here,” said his caretaker, Miss Vanessa Applebarn, a motherly-looking fox with a kind, good-natured face.

Chris begins to panic, he was half-tempted to dive under his bed but he stayed where he was, trembling.   

  Miss Applebarn sensed the tension and stress Chris was under and walked over to his side, bent down and wrapped her arms around Chris.

“Don’t worry, Chris,” she whispered, knowing exactly what was bothering him. “I’ve spoken with them, they’re really nice people and your brother is really very kind, he’ll love you, I think he already does. He practically demanded to see you; he’s very much looking forward to meeting you.”

 “Really?” Chris asked as his face lit up with a bright and joyous smile.

“Yes,” Miss Applebarn replied, smiling gently. “You better hurry, don’t want to keep them waiting, do you?”

To respond to that question, Chris leapt out of Miss Applebarn’s embrace and dashed out the door.

Entering Simba’s office, Chris saw four bears standing around the lion’s desk. One of them looks exactly like him, except for the lime green woolen sweater and his fur was brown. Compare to Chris’ golden light brown fur, this bear was darker than him. He knew this had to be his brother, there was no mistaking it. Apart from their fur, eyes and clothes colors, they looked exactly the same. His twin also wore a blue baseball cap with a red brim.

His brother stepped forward, grinning and holding out his hand for Chris to shake.

“Hey, I’m Kit, Kit Cloudkicker. And you’re Chris, right?”

“Yeah,” Chris replied, accepting the handshake. When the handshake was broken, Kit flung his arms around Chris’ shoulders and hugged him very tightly. When the embrace ended, Kit took Chris by the hand and led him over to the big fat gray bear in a yellow flight shirt and a red pilot cap.

“Chris, this is my adoptive Dad, Baloo von Bruinwald.” Kit said, gesturing to the pilot.

“Hi, sir.” Chris said timidly, looking down at his feet so to avoid eye contact. He couldn’t help it, he has always been a bit intimidated by people bigger than him and Baloo was like a giant to him.   

Baloo smiled gently, bending down to Chris’ level, he reached under Chris’ chin and lifted it up a bit.

“Hey there, Chris,” he said, patting Chris gently on the head. “The name’s Baloo, best pilot in the skies—if it got wings, I can fly it, sometimes if it doesn’t.”

“Wow, really?!” Chris asked excitedly, forgetting his shyness. “Can you really fly anything, even if doesn’t have wings?”
  “Uh, well… sometimes, yeah.” Baloo said hesitantly.

Chris grinned and chuckles. “I’d like to see you try to fly a refrigerator.”

“Well I—HEY! Are you sayin’ I’m fat?”  Baloo asked indignantly.

The female bear laughed. “He got you there, Baloo,” she said, lightly punching Baloo’s stomach. Baloo just grumbled as he massages his stomach. “Hi, Chris, my name’s Rebecca Cunningham, nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you too, Miss Cunningham.” Chris said politely, taking her hand and kissing it.

“Oh, my, what a nice little gentleman you are…” Rebecca said, smiling down at Chris. “…unlike someone I know,” she added with bored expression, her narrowed eyes seems to be directed at Baloo. 

 “Well, Chris.” Simba said, speaking for the first time since Chris’ arrival. “These two are interested in adopting you, as they’ve already adopted your brother. Would you like that?”

Chris looked shocked and surprised, he stared up at Baloo and Rebecca and then he glanced at Kit and the little yellow she-bear, who was looking up at him hopefully.

“No, I wouldn’t like it…” Chris replied in a hushed voice. Baloo and Rebecca hung their heads, looking disappointed and Kit was staring at him with wide disbelieving eyes, his mouth hanging open. Then Chris put on a big grin. “…I would LOVE it!” he shouted, and then he fell backward onto the floor in a fit of laugher, pointing at their priceless stupefied faces. “Your faces! Ha, ha, ha, ha! PRICELESS!”

They stood there with stunned looks on their faces. Kit recovered first; he marched over to Chris’ side and lightly bonked him on top of the head with a fist.

“Ow!”

“Don’t scare me like that again!” Kit said, trying to sound stern but his mouth kept twisting into a grin, ruining the desired effect. Then he flung an arm around Chris’ neck, bringing him under a headlock. “I mean it, Chris, if you ever scare me like that again…” he left the rest of the threat unsaid as he proceeds to give his brother a light nuggie on the head, so not to hurt him…much. Action speaks louder than words, after all… 

“Okay, okay!” Chris said, laughing despite his slight discomfort. “Sorry, Kit, I just couldn’t resist. You can understand that, right?’  

Kit laughed and gave Chris another good nuggie on the head for good measure, saying: “Ah, I joke sometimes too, but don’t do that to me again! Twelve years I didn’t know you existed and you scared me like that!  Heh, you’re quite a kidder, bro, but I still love ya.”

Kit then released Chris and pulled him into a big bear hug.

“I love you too, Kit.” Chris said, enjoying the brotherly embrace, it felt so good to be with his brother.

“Chris,” Kit said as they ended the embrace, gesturing to the little yellow she-bear. “I’d like you to meet my adoptive sister, Molly.”

Chris approached Molly with a warm smile. “Hey there, kiddo,” he said, patting Molly on top of the head. “You’re a real ray of sunshine, aren’t you?”

Molly stared at him for a moment and then she giggled. “I like you, Chris.”

“I like you too, Molly,” Chris bent down and hugged her. “So far, you haven’t kicked me in the shin yet.”

That comment was met with laugher from the adults and Kit.

“Well,” Simba said, addressing Baloo and Rebecca. “Since Chris has no objections in being adopted, you need only sign these forms and then be on your way.”

Baloo and Rebecca signed the forms, since they were not married, they would be sharing joint custody of Chris, as they do with Kit. 

“How did you guys get here?” Chris asked as they were walking down the front steps of the orphanage, looking around for a car or some form of transportation

“Flew.” Kit said with a grin.

“Flew?”

“We came by plane.” Kit explained to his brother.

Chris froze in mid-walk down the steps, a look of terror on his face. 

“Chris, are you okay, son?” Baloo asked in concern, placing a hand on Chris’ shoulder from behind.

“You c-c-came by…p-p-plane?” Chris asked, stuttering from apparent fear.

“Yeah. What’s the matter, Lil’ Buddy?” Baloo asked, scooping Chris up in his arms, afraid he might fall down the rest of the stone steps in his near-petrified state, carrying him down the rest of the way. “Don’t ya like planes?”

Chris looked at Baloo’s face, still looking scared. “Y-y-yes, I love p-p-planes.”

“Then what’s the problem?” asked Baloo, looking confused.

“Yeah, Chris, what’s wrong?” Kit asked through a look of concern. He reached up and patted his brother consolingly on the back.

Chris moaned, he didn’t want to make his brother think that he was a little baby who was scared of high places, but he couldn’t see a way out of this without admitting his fear.

“I’mafriadofheights.” Chris blurted out in a rush.

“What did you