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Chapter Three Both Good and Bad

"Ahh, Gail, so glad you could make it, I've been expecting you of course and you came right on time! We can get your application to you, you'll fill it out, and we can get you settled in no time!" Mickey exclaimed, shaking my hand vigorously with one hand, and handing me a piece of paper with another.

"Uhh, thanks." I replied, too shocked at the famous mouse's energy being sent my way to correct his mispronunciation of my name. "Thank you Ms. Jones, for letting me be known for my most hated version of my name. Why can't I be known as Abigail, or Abby, those are way better names than Gail. Maybe I should just change my name and be done with it," I muttered as I took out a pencil from the inner zippered pocket of my purse and ignored the number 2, sharpened, new looking pencil.

The application looked like the kind I filled out when I got my apartment. After carefully reading through the qualifications, despite Mickey's protests to hurry up and sign the gosh darn papers already, I got to the end of the four pages. The last page looked identical to the one I completed when I started working for Ms. Jones. Name, birth date, qualifications, they were all there. Why Ms. Jones didn't take care of this part of the trip, I didn't know. Maybe Disney required the individual in person to fill out these questions.

It wasn't until I got to the middle of the page that my eyebrows went up in surprise.

"Is there a problem?" Mickey asked as I gave him a skeptical look.

"This is a personal question," I reminded the mouse as I pointed to the question that asked for relationship status.

"Oh, we just need to know if you're married, single, divorced or widowed so that we don't mistakenly break your vows with your one true love."

"Okay…I'm single," I replied, writing the word on the application as I said it.

"How old are you?" Mickey asked, giving me a questioning look.

"Twenty six, why do you ask?" I questioned curiously.

Mickey stared at me in shock, as if I told him that I was a grown up in a child's body.

"Twenty six, you're twenty six and you're not married?"

"It's not like I haven't dated, I just haven't found the right man for me," I snapped, feeling frustrated with where this conversation was going.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, I broke up with my latest boyfriend last year." Why should this matter to Mickey, I'm just living here, not looking for true love, I thought.

"You haven't shared true love's first kiss?" Mickey looked incredulous as he asked me this. I snorted at the question. I got tricked into kissing a boy when I was eleven out of my own stupidity, and allowed my second boyfriend in college to kiss me, even though I was trembling in fear as he did so. My fear of physical affection was what ended my latest romantic relationship, and my fear of all men didn't help my love life.

"Well, we'll need to introduce you to the Underdevelops right away!" Mickey exclaimed, rubbing his hands together while an excited gleam shined in his eyes. I watched the mouse nervously, feeling trepidation about what he was planning for me.

"What's the Underdevelops?" I asked cautiously.

"The Underdevelops are characters that haven't experienced true love or come up with an evil deed yet. Now don't you worry miss Gail, we'll set you up with an Underdeveloped Hero in no time at all!"

After filling out the rest of the questions, I came to the bottom one and stared at it. Hero or Villain, how was I supposed to answer that question? How was anyone supposed to answer whether they were heroes or villains, for that matter? There's good and bad in everyone. Not wanting to cause another conflict with Mickey, since my last question had him asking about my love life, and this one would have him delving into my personal values, I decided to answer this question myself.

Remembering the first time I found out that there's good and bad in everyone, I wrote about my experience of letting a classmate who was my age and known as the toughest girl physically in my grade borrow my new book, then brought it back. Using the back of the application to finish my story with how we became acquaintances and that I learned to see that there's good and bad in everybody, therefore could not answer the last question, because I possessed both positive and negative traits.

I handed the four pages to Mickey, who nodded his approval of my signatures and answers until he got to the last question. Mickey stared at the paper, curiously, then flipped it over and read the rest.

"Well, it's good to see that you've learned not to judge a book by its cover, but you still haven't answered the question," Mickey replied, handing the paper back to me as he did so.

"But I have, Mr. Mouse, I've learned that everyone has both good and bad in them, therefore I can't say that I'm wholly good or wholly bad, just like I explained on that paper."

"It seems to me that Miss Jo was good all along, she just needed a chance to show it, which you gave her. Your act of kindness shows that you're on the side of good. Now please, just answer yes."

"One act of kindness doesn't prove that I'm good, Mickey. Evil people can do good deeds, but they're still evil."

"Bad guys can't do good deeds, it's impossible for them to perform them. A good guy can perform bad deeds and change to a villain. A villain can do good and become a hero. But, a bad guy can't do good and remain a bad guy, it's just not how things are done."

"I'm sorry to have to disagree with you, Mr. Mouse, but I still stand by what I said on that questionnaire, I'm neither good or bad, I'm neutral," I replied, my voice taking on a firm tone.

"I think that you're good, you're simply in denial of the goodness that lies in you," Mickey commented, laying a gloved hand on mine and giving me a reassuring look.

"Now that you've got the application completed, where do you want to start first?" Mickey asked cautiously as he set my application aside.

"The Princess Lands," I replied before I could stop myself.

"Perfect! Most women like to visit the princesses first, so, I'll just send them a letter saying they'll be expecting a guest in a few minutes. Is there any particular princess that you want to stay with?"

"Belle," I replied, remembering that she was one of my favorites, before remembering that Belle lived in the mountains. Now, normally this wouldn't be a problem for most people, but I wasn't most people. For me, high mountains meant high altitude, high altitude meant breathing problems, and breathing problems meant low energy. 'Great,' I thought as Mickey started writing a letter on a stationary with a pink crown at the top, 'now what have I gotten myself into? I should have just chosen a place that has good climate, like the woods, or the sea.'

"Now, you'll be getting' your key from the butler and can ask him all the questions you wanna, have a swell time, good bye!" Mickey called, pushing me out of his office and slamming the door in my face.

Looking at the brochure I was handed on my out, I noticed the address and directions to the palace. Praying that I would not get lost, I started walking toward the direction of the several palaces surrounding Toon Town, realizing that this was going to be a long walk.