“There,” he said, dusting off his hands, “that
won’t bother us anymore.” He ran towards Higher for Hire as Molly and
Wildcat ran towards him.
“You did it, Kit!” Molly cried, hugging Kit.
“You got rid of the pirates, man, like again!” Wildcat added, also embracing both cubs.
“Guess what?” the cubs said at the same time, animatedly.
Their exciting reports overlapped each other.
Molly
blurted out, “Wildcat and me talked to a sea monster named Teela, and
Teela attacked some air pirates’ planes. You shoulda seen ‘em being
tossed in the water, Kit. It was great!”
At the same time, Kit
also blurted out, “Baloo and your mom are getting married!” His voice
trailed off when his eyes landed on Teela, who bent her long neck to
lick more jelly beans from Wildcat’s outstretched palm. Kit leaned down
to whisper in the girl’s ear, “What did you say about a sea monster,
Molly?”
“Really!” Molly squealed with delight. “Mommy and Baloo are really getting married? Yahoo!”
Kit nodded, then gasped for breath as Molly threw her arms around his neck for a wildly ecstatic hug.
“My wish came true! My wish came true!” Molly sang happily.
“Your wish? What - can’t...breathe, Molly! - wish?” Kit choked out. He pried himself from her stranglehold.
“My
wish when I blew out the candle on Higher for Hire’s birthday cake. I
wished that Baloo would be my daddy and you would be my brother so we
could be together forever and always.”
Solemnly, Wildcat said, “I wished for a tuna fish and guacamole sandwich.”
Molly grasped Kit’s and Wildcat’s hands. All three of them danced around in a circle.
Buzz, stepping from the seaplane, got roped into the frenzied dancing circle of merriment. “Pardon me, but what are we doing?”
Baloo
and Rebecca alighted from the plane, all smiles. Rebecca’s hands were
wrapped about the pilot’s left arm. The diamond ring gleamed
conspicuously on her finger.
With an excited, “Mommy!” Molly hurled herself at Rebecca.
There
was an orgy of hugging. Everyone hugged everyone. Even Buzz was pulled
into the excitement despite the fact that he was still trying to jot
down notes about a newly thought-up invention.
“Lookit, a rainbow!” Molly cried. In the northeastern sky, a rainbow seemed to dip just beyond the city and hills.
“Are
you gonna go search for the treasure at the end of the rainbow, Baloo?”
Wildcat asked. “You might find a pot of gold or silver or chicken soup.”
“Naw.”
Baloo slipped a possessive arm around Rebecca’s waist, gazing down at
her with a fond expression. “I already got my treasure.”
Rebecca rested her head in the crook of his arm, placed a paw on his chest, and returned his warm smile.
“Then
you won’t mind if I try to find it. Hope I meet a leprechaun.” Wildcat
ran to grab a pail and a shovel and more jelly beans in case
leprechauns liked jelly beans. “We’re going on a treasure hunt, Teela.”
With his supplies, he climbed onto the sea monster’s neck, and away
they swam towards the cliff opening.
“Was that a sea monster?” Buzz said, finally looking up from his notepad.
“Uh,
yeah, I guess it was, Buzz,” Baloo said uncertainly, rubbing the back
of his neck. “Ever feel like ya missed somethin’ real important,
Becky?” He glanced down at Rebecca who was staring at the retreating
sea monster with her mouth agape.
Characteristically incongruent with anything having to do with anything, Buzz exclaimed, “I’ve got it! A jet-powered airfoil!”
Kit’s
eyes lit up. “Hey, yeah! That would be awesome!” He hurried after Buzz,
who was heading towards town. “Make one for me, Buzz! Please!”
“No!” Baloo and Rebecca said firmly.
Kit stopped in his tracks. “Aw, you guys are no fun.”
“We’re
not supposed to be fun. We’re your parents, Kit,” Rebecca explained.
Her countenance was stern, but there was an affectionate twinkle in her
eyes that betrayed her love for the boy who was about to become her son.
“Can I get one before you become my parents?” Kit suggested hopefully.
Chuckling, Baloo pushed Kit’s cap over his eyes. “Nice try, L’il Britches, but N-O spells nuh-huh.”
“Gee whiz,” Kit groaned, sorely disappointed. But he wasn’t disheartened for long...
Baloo
and Rebecca kissed each other affectionately on the lips, prompting
joyful grins from the cubs. After gazing at each other, love radiating
from their eyes for a don’t-blink-or-you’ll-miss-it second, Baloo
offered Rebecca his arm with a, “May I escort milady inside?”
“You may,” Rebecca replied primly. She wrapped her arms around his with an adoring smile. They stepped into Higher for Hire.
“After you, little sister,” Kit said, making a theatrical bow.
Catching onto the routine that she’d seen Baloo and Kit perform a million times, Molly also bowed. “No, no, after you, big brother.”
Kit ran a little way into Higher for Hire and made a sweeping bow. "After you, little sister.”
Molly scampered past him, also into Higher for Hire, and bowed again. “No, no, after you, big brother.”
On the Other Side of the Cliffs
In
the debris-strewn ocean, Dumptruck and Mad Dog floated on the wreckage
of a CT-37. The brown airplane had a semi-circle of huge teeth marks on
its rudder, teeth marks which pierced the skull-and-crossbones symbol.
They rowed in the general direction of Pirate Island using pieces of
broken propellers for oars.
Several yards ahead of them, Mad Dog
spied a seagull. The large white bird alighted on an object floating in
the ocean, but then, as if it that unknown object was burning hot, the
bird flapped its wings, levitated momentarily, then landed again. This
odd dance continued as the two pirates slowly paddled towards it.
Moving closer, they could see that the object that the seagull was
trying to land on was Don Karnage.
“Simply hi, Captain!” Mad Dog cried happily as they pulled up beside Don Karnage. “Thank goodness you’re okay.”
“Do I lookokay, ignoranamouses?” Karnage snapped testily, swatting at the
annoying seagull trying to perch on his head again. “Get me out of this
wet water before I wrinkle up like the icky-tasting prunes!”
Dumptruck pulled a sopping wet Karnage onto the wreckage. “Now vhat do ve do?”
“Do I have to think of everything?” Karnage removed his boots to dump the water out of them.
Mad Dog and Dumptruck nodded stupidly.
“Oh, very, very well...” Karnage said with a huge, melodramatic sigh. “We find the Iron Vulture,
get out of these deesgusting clothes, and hatch another brilliant plan
to plunder Cape Suzette.” He pushed his sopping hair out of his eyes
before shaking his dripping fist at the cliffs. “When next we meet,
Bahloo, beware the wrath of the dread pirate Don Karnage!
Ah-ah-ah-choo!”
“I like wrath, especially with french fries,” Dumptruck said.
With
a surly scowl, Karnage crossed his arms across his chest. “Stop with
the yapping and start with the paddling, you blundering blunderers!”
“Yes, Captain,” both pirates droned at the same time. They took up their oars and began rowing furiously.
The
trio, followed by the seagull, traveled towards the spectacular sunset
until their black forms were just tiny dots on the horizon against a
backdrop of soft hues of mingling orange, yellow, and primrose fading
into a purple twilight in the east.
The End
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