I decided to go out with Caroline. Donald and Goofy, being the wimps they are, stayed back to make sure the house was empty of heartless. They sent me outside to make sure there were none there.

She ran up the stairs and came back a minute later with a bright yellow raincoat. "What's that for?"

"Everyone says it rains all the time here. I'm just preparing myself ." She says as she put it on, ran into a room with a desk that was surrounded by windows. She reached into a box and pulled out a pair of pliers, Satisfied with herself, she looked up at me. "Ready to go?"

"…Now, what are those for?" I asked and in return, she rolled her eyes.

"To get something off of the top of the car. Now, c'mon. I don't have all day." She rushed out the door. I followed suit, not wanting to get lost, until she stopped. She was standing, looking happily at a pile of mail.

"Maybe there's some from my friends…" She said in a low voice. I noticed that the pliers were in the hardwood of the porch. I frowned, wishing my friends were able to send me letters like that. She started sorting through them all.

"Bobinsky, Bobinsky, Bobinsky…" The freckled-faced girl mumbled to herself. Then, the horrible smell reached my nose. It was like old socks and baby diapers mixed together. To protect my nose, I put both of my gloved hands over it. "What… what is that horrible smell?"

Caroline, not having noticed the smell, smelled the packages that were oddly shaped. "Oo-ee!" She said in disgust. I seconded that.

Over to the left was a faded white arrow that pointed up to the next story, written on it was a blue BOBINSKY. There.

"Maybe that's where the mail's supposed to be?" I mindlessly thought aloud.

The young girl nodded. "Mr. Bobinsky lives up there. Mom thinks he's drunk because he thinks he has a mouse circus…"

"A mouse circus, huh?" I smiled largely, thinking of the possibilities. My thoughts were interrupted by her rainboots, which matched her snazzy raincoat, as they hit the metal stairs. Her face was clearly one of disgust, and she held the packages out as far away as I possible. I laughed and followed her up.

Once at the top, she knocked on the white wooden door four times. "Hello? I think our mail got mixed up!" There was no response.

"Anyone home?" I yelled.

"Should I leave it outside, or…" The blue-haired girl put her ear on the door to listen, to make sure anyone was even home, and it burst open. She didn't fall, I was amazed, and managed to catch all of the envelopes in a nice, neat stack.

"Nice going!" I smiled at her.

"Thanks…" She replied. She then looked inside of the apartment, seeing if she could see anyone. I peeked my head in too, curiosity brewing, and saw that it was a dimly lit apartment that held a table, a chicken, a stove, and a unicycle. It wasn't very tidy, either; being dusty and having stuff thrown everywhere.

"Secret!" We both hear a voice from behind us, someone with an odd accent.

Both of us yell as a blue arm reached forward to close the door, blocking our view of what was inside. "Famous mouse circus not ready yet!" I turned to see an older man, complete with wife beater and some short blue shorts. He had a weird curling mustache and was bald. He was hanging from the flagpole that hung above his door, and talking to us upside down. Talk about your regular gym teacher. Eyeing us, he took a bite of an onion. Wait, no. That was a beet. Who eats beets?

"Mouse circus…?" I heard Caroline question herself. "I'm Coraline Jones!" She said happily, I guessed this was because she was finally meeting someone. Wait, Coraline? My bad. "And I'm Sora!" I added in for extra oomph.

The blue man jumped from the flag pole onto the balcony railing, using only both of his hands to keep himself up. He then decided to use his feet to stand on the railing. "And I am the Amazing Bobinsky! But, you two, call Mr. B, because amazing," he went back to his hands, stretching out both of his legs to make a straight line, "I already know that I am." The blue man then crosses his legs, and jumps off the rail.

Coraline starts to yell, but before anything happens I push her back, trying to protect her from a horrible scene, and go towards the edge to make sure he's okay.

No one's there but the grass. Coraline joins my side. "Where'd he go…?"

"I don't know! He disappeared!"

We hear something behind us. Both turn around at the same time to see this incredible man doing a summersault. Once he stands up straight, he looks right us.

"You see, Zora [AN: Not getting his name wrong. It's the accent!] and Caroline, my new songs go Oompah-Oompah!" Making a fist, with each 'oompah', he pounds his chest. "But the mice, play only tootle-toot, like that. It's nice but… not so much amazing." He starts to walk back to his door.

"But now, I switch to stronger cheese, and soon vatch out!" The 'amazing' Mr. B yells as he sticks the packages in our face.

Who ships cheese…?

"Gross…" I say aloud.

He turns around. Thinking he heard me, I start to panic. A smile appears on his face, as he gives each of us a beet. Claiming it'll make us strong. My panic sizzles and I look at it.

"Do svidaniya…" He says as he bursts through his door, back into his apartment, and slams it shut.

"Well. That guy was weird." I say, thinking aloud once again.

"I'll say." Coraline agrees as she throws her beet over the balcony. I put mine in my pocket, thinking it could be saved for better use some other day.

Coraline walks down the stairs to a silver round thing, that looks somewhat like a Gummi Ship. "What is that?" I yell in surprise.

"What…. That?" Coraline points towards it.

"Yes, that!"

"You've got to be joking!" She complains. I frown at her.

"Hey! I've been to tons of other place, and I've never seen anything like that before."

"It's a car."

"…A car?"

"Yeah! You use it to go places?" She gave me a look that said 'duh.'

"Where I'm from, we call them Gummi Ships." I say.

She cuts down a case from the top of it, connected by wires. "Mmhmm." She says, zoning me out now. The yellow-attired girl opens the case, revealing a hat. She happily sets it on her blue head and I smile at her.

"I like your hat!"

"Thanks," She smiles back, "It was a gift." She walked away, and I followed her to wherever she lead.