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Episode 6: \u00a0It’s a Small World<\/em><\/strong><\/h3>\n

Part 9<\/strong><\/h4>\n

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When Brian opened his eyes and saw his surroundings, he thought he must be dreaming. The bright colors and exaggerated proportions of the d\u00e9cor were certainly out of a dream world. And was it just the dizzy, curving lines of the furniture, or was the whole room spinning?<\/p>\n

Realizing he was seeing everything sideways, Brian tried to sit upright to get a better look, slowly realizing that he could only lift his head. Looking down, he saw with horror that the rest of his body was bound in thick ropes, his shoulders, arms, legs, and ankles wrapped like cocoons.<\/p>\n

So this wasn\u2019t just a dream. It was a nightmare!<\/p>\n

But with the struggle to sit up came a throbbing pain in his head, and he realized that this was neither a dream nor a nightmare. He\u2019d never felt pain in his dreams. Even his nightmares always ended before the pain was scheduled to come. He wasn\u2019t dreaming. He wasn\u2019t asleep. This was real.<\/p>\n

Moving just his eyes, he looked around again and realized he was lying on a bed in the center of the room. Wriggling like a worm, he managed to roll over onto his other side. It was then that he spotted Emerald, tied up and wedged into the window seat a few feet from the bed. She sat up with her head bowed, so he couldn\u2019t tell if she was awake or not. He squinted at her through bleary eyes, fighting occasional bouts of double vision. After a few seconds, he realized she was awake, and her hands were free! She was using them to work at loosening the ropes around her ankles.<\/p>\n

Brian struggled against his own bindings for a few seconds, but they didn\u2019t give at all. How had she managed to free her hands? \u201cHey,\u201d he whispered, unsure of where their captors might be.<\/p>\n

Emerald looked over. \u201cHey, you\u2019re finally up,\u201d she said nonchalantly, speaking at her normal volume. \u201cYou don\u2019t have to whisper. Ol\u2019 Mickey ran off to help the rest of them and left us here. Not that we\u2019ll be here when he gets back.\u201d<\/p>\n

The ropes dropped limply from around her ankles. Brian watched in amazement as she lifted one foot and flexed it, slowly rotating the joint. \u201cHow did you untie yourself??\u201d<\/p>\n

A smug smirk played on her lips. \u201cI\u2019ve had lots of experience with bondage.\u201d He felt his face redden, and she laughed. \u201cNah, here\u2019s the real trick. This wouldn\u2019t have worked for you since you were already unconscious when they tied you up, but I was able to pull it off. I surrendered and let them tie me up, so they wouldn\u2019t have to knock me out. When they went to put the ropes around me, I tensed all of my muscles, made them bulge out as far as they go. You do that, and when you relax your muscles, the ropes are already a little looser. Then you can work at them until you get your arms free. Your sweat works to your advantage; it lubricates your skin, makes it easier to slide through the ropes.\u201d She rotated her wrists, doing jazz hands. \u201cNeat, huh?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s real neat.\u201d Brian was impressed. They could use resourceful agents like her in the CIA, if only she weren\u2019t so trigger-happy.<\/p>\n

\u201cGive me a few, and I\u2019ll get you loose too.\u201d<\/p>\n

Within ten minutes, she\u2019d made good on her promise, freeing him from his ropes. At Emerald\u2019s insistence, the first thing they did was get out of their duck costumes since their masks were long gone. \u201cSo, where exactly are we?\u201d Brian asked as he draped his Donald Duck costume over the wardrobe door.<\/p>\n

Emerald scoffed. \u201cHaven\u2019t you guessed by now? I thought you were the cartoon freak.\u201d She gestured inside the wardrobe, where there was a rack of identical black suit jackets and red pants, a drawer of white gloves, and a row of yellow shoes. \u201cWe\u2019re in Mickey\u2019s Country House. Mickey and Pluto must have shut it down to tourists \u2018cause no one\u2019s been through it since they left us here.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cAh.\u201d Brian nodded. He could see that they were beyond the roped-off path through the house designed for park guests taking a tour. He and Emerald climbed over the ropes and followed the path through the house.<\/p>\n

\u201cLook around for our guns,\u201d Emerald advised, her green eyes sharp. \u201cThey took everything.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian nodded again. He couldn\u2019t help but look around as they poked through the ingeniously decorated kitchen and living room. He hadn\u2019t been to Disney World since his cousin Kevin had worked there. Emerald began tearing through any potential hiding place, tossing items haphazardly aside, but Brian was careful, not wanting to disrupt the work that had gone into decorating the little cottage.<\/p>\n

Of course, Emerald\u2019s methods were much more efficient. She found the weapons, along with their communication devices, in Mickey\u2019s garage while Brian was still pouring over the living room. \u201cHere,\u201d she said, tossing him his handgun and pager. \u201cLet\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian stowed the gun in its holster at his waist while Emerald trotted off through the house. He started to follow her, then stopped in the middle of the living room to read the sports pennants perched on the couch.<\/p>\n

\u201cWill you come on?\u201d she snapped impatiently, poking her head around the corner. \u201cThey\u2019ll be back any minute, and they\u2019re not gonna be too happy when they find out we\u2019re gone. But we better be gone.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSorry, sorry; I\u2019m comin\u2019,\u201d Brian assured her. But as he took one final, sweeping look around the room, something else caught his eye. \u201cHey, hang on a minute\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWe don\u2019t have a minute!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, Summer, wait. Look over there.\u201d He pointed to the fireplace. \u201cYou see those cords hangin\u2019 out of the chimney?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, so?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo, with as much attention to detail as they gave in every nook and cranny of this house, don\u2019t you find it a little strange that they would wire the electricity through the chimney and leave cords hangin\u2019 there for everybody to see?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cA big fat F in Decorating 101, for sure,\u201d Emerald replied impatiently, tossing her wild, dark hair over her shoulder. \u201cBut who cares? Let\u2019s scram!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cGo on if you want. I wanna see what those cords go to. Somehow, I don\u2019t think they belong to the Disney people.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald sighed, but she followed him as he approached the fireplace and knelt down, looking up into the chimney. There was a shadow overhead. Something was wedged into the cramped space, but it was too dark to see what. He fished around in his pockets, his fingers closing around the pocket knife that he\u2019d had since he was a boy scout. It contained a small flashlight. His colleagues at the CIA ripped on him for carrying around a boy scout pocket knife, but it came in handy at times like these. The flashlight wasn\u2019t powerful, but it brightened the chimney enough for him to see where exactly the object was stowed.<\/p>\n

\u201cHold this,\u201d he said, handing the flashlight to Emerald. Before she could protest, he started to climb up the chimney, pushing his arms and legs against the brick sides, using the indents of the grout lines for footholds. It was a tough climb, but thankfully, he didn\u2019t have far to go. He got a hold of the object plugging up the chimney, some sort of mechanical, metal box, and yanked. It took a couple of tries, but the object suddenly came loose and Brian with it, both of them tumbling into the fireplace.<\/p>\n

\u201cUgh,\u201d Brian moaned as the metal box crushed his chest. Emerald picked it up, relieving the pressure.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhat is this thing?\u201d she asked, turning it over in her hands. \u201cSome kind of machine\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian climbed painfully to his feet. \u201cIt\u2019s gotta be the weather machine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald wrinkled her nose, studying the metal box. \u201cYou think? It\u2019s so small\u2026 how could a little metal box cover Disney World in snow?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cHey now\u2026 size isn\u2019t everything. Small guys — I mean, things — can pack a lot of power.\u201d He threw her an impish grin.<\/p>\n

Emerald looked over at him and suddenly grinned back. \u201cGotta hand it to you, CIA — you did good.\u201d She tossed the weather machine up and caught it neatly in two hands. \u201cCome on\u2026 let\u2019s unplug this thing and take it to Pearl before Mickey\u2019s Country House becomes Mickey\u2019s Snow Fort.\u201d<\/p>\n

Brian followed her eyes downward and saw a small drift of snow forming at their feet. Chuckling, he followed the cord to an outlet in the wall and pulled. The weather machine shut off with a low hum. Almost instantly, they watched the fluffy pile of snow cave in as it began to melt. Soon it would only be a puddle on Mickey\u2019s hardwood floor.<\/p>\n

They stepped over the snow on their way out of the house, but before they\u2019d reached the threshold, Brian\u2019s pager crackled to life. \u201cRok, this is Pearl. I need you and Emerald to go after K and Nick. They\u2019re on Big Thunder Mountain. I\u2019m at Cinderella\u2019s castle, and I\u2026 I have a man down.\u201d<\/p>\n

Blue met green as Brian looked into Emerald\u2019s wide eyes. For once, he could see that she was shaken. He knew neither of them had time to dwell on the last of Pearl\u2019s words. He was concentrating on the first part.<\/p>\n

Big Thunder Mountain, Brian knew, loomed on the other side of the park in Frontierland. It would be quite a trek from where they were. The Utilidors beneath the park would provide a shortcut, but it would still take them precious minutes to get to the ride. He hoped they wouldn\u2019t be too late to help his cousin and\u2026 yes, even Carter.<\/p>\n

\u201cC\u2019mon,\u201d it was his turn to tell Emerald. \u201cYou heard her — Kev and Nick need us. Let\u2019s go.\u201d<\/p>\n

Emerald, who had been the one urging him to leave all this time, didn\u2019t hesitate. She was right on his heels, still clutching the disabled weather machine, as they hurried from the cottage.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

The entire set-up had failed within moments.<\/p>\n

First Nick thought he had cornered the head of FANS. He thought he had helped K. What he hadn\u2019t expected was more minions coming up like cockroaches feasting on rotten food. They had slowed him down a bit.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d then figured the climb up Big Thunder Mountain shouldn\u2019t take that long. If the little man and K could do it in so little time, he could, too, right? Wrong again. He\u2019d almost fallen twice, further slowed by the scattered gunshots aimed at him. So by the time he had gotten his way up the stupid, fake mountain, he\u2019d thought he would take the leader by surprise.<\/p>\n

Wrong. For the third time\u2026 wrong.<\/p>\n

\u201cGame over, Jafar!\u201d he had said so confidently when he reached the upper ledge of the mountain roller coaster.<\/p>\n

\u201cYo, you be wrong again, Carter.\u201d Only one person spoke like that.<\/p>\n

Nick turned, moving closer to K as \u201cJafar\u201d strode confidently towards Drums, who stood on the opposite side of the mountaintop in a bright blue Genie costume, his gun drawn. Nick was suddenly thankful beyond belief that he\u2019d decided to page Pearl on his way up the mountain. Fending off the FANS minions had made him think twice about the lack of backup. Nick only hoped JC would finally do something helpful by showing up soon.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou may have tried to stop this plan, but I WILL rule the world!\u201d the short, Latino man cried triumphantly. \u201cAnd my first step will be killing two of the greatest HimTak has! Then\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick tried so hard not to snicker as he saw the man\u2019s eye twitch excitedly, but he failed miserably. He felt like he could step on the short, twitchy, dork in the Jafar costume. Suddenly, he couldn\u2019t stop laughing<\/p>\n

Drums scowled. \u201cYo, somethin\u2019 funny? You bout to have a cap in yo\u2019 ass!\u201d<\/p>\n

K stared at Nick in utter amazement. How could the boy laugh at a time like this? Literally, in the face of death! What had he been thinking before? About being surprised at Nick\u2019s depth? What the hell had happened to that<\/em> Nick? That Nick was who he needed now. And yet, Nick kept laughing.<\/p>\n

A vein in the villain\u2019s forehead pulsed with rage. \u201cWHAT THE HELL IS SO FUNNY, 00CARTER!?\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick\u2019s laughter paused for only a moment. \u201cHa, K! Even the bad guys call me 00Carter now!\u201d He began snickering again. \u201cEven ones who…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWHO WHAT!?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWho are short…\u201d He choked on more laughter. \u201c…and all twitchy… and\u2026\u201d<\/p>\n

K shook his head. \u201cNick, it\u2019s not smart to mock the man about to kill us.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick kept laughing; his face was almost red at that point. K felt like strangling the boy, that or laughing right along with him. Was insanity contagious when it came from Nick?<\/p>\n

\u201cWith this villain…\u201d That was when he began to sing. \u201cIt\u2019s a small world… after all!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

Drums just smirked. \u201cBad move, yo.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI AM NOT<\/em> SMALL!\u201d the FANS leader shrieked in a furiously intense falsetto, his finger reaching for the trigger of the gun in his hand.<\/p>\n

As the gun fired, time seemed to slow for them both. K saw the bullet first. It was a dead-on shot for Nick\u2019s heart. His own heart almost stopped at the thought. No. Not again. He would not let him die. Quickly, he shoved Nick towards the ground as the bullet angrily tore through his own arm.<\/p>\n

Nick\u2019s humorous outlook on the situation immediately vanished, a look of amazement replacing his joyful expression.<\/p>\n

\u201cK!\u201d a familiar female voice cried. He heard footsteps swiftly approaching them.<\/p>\n

Drums was the first to recognize the voice. Emerald. She had one of the best shots in HimTak, and there was no doubt that the CIA officer was right behind her. How had they escaped Mickey\u2019s house so fast? He took a good look around, his mechanical eye analyzing everything around him and sending the data to his brain. The storm clouds had dissipated, revealing clear, blue skies over the park. The snow was finally melting in the ninety-degree heat. That meant they had the weather machine. Feeling his skin perspire in the balmy heat, Drums made a decision. \u201cDr. Rough, yo, we gots to bounce; they got da machine.\u201d<\/p>\n

Drums ducked as a bullet flew over his head, missing him by mere inches. Nick had regained his composure and aimed his gun at the enemy. His mentor gripped his injured arm tightly, showing no signs of pain despite holding his gun with it.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll meet again, Carter!\u201d Drums smirked as he grabbed his own mentor and leaped off the mountainside.<\/p>\n

Gasping in disbelief, Nick rushed to the edge and looked down, expecting to see two battered bodies lying on the rocks below. Instead, he saw Drums and Dr. Rough land in the roller coaster cart that had sped by on the track beneath them at just the right moment. It was a long drop and a rough landing, but it worked. Before Nick knew it, the coaster had whisked them away. At the base of the mountain, the minions were already scattering like cockroaches when the lights came on.<\/p>\n

\u201cSHIT!\u201d Emerald yelled as she saw their escape. \u201cDamn it, Brian, if you had just let me shoot, I could have gotten them!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSummer, now, ya could\u2019ve hit someone! You can\u2019t predict coasters, and you could\u2019ve caused one to go off course.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick rolled his eyes, not happy to see either of them, especially since they had come too late. And where was Shazam? Damn, he had asked for one thing… He shook his head. Maybe 006 had gotten held up somewhere. Nick helped K up and began the slow climb down the mountain he had come to loathe. He let Brian and Emerald go ahead of them, wanting a moment to speak with K.<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you do that?\u201d<\/p>\n

K raised one of his bushy brows. \u201cWhat do you mean?\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWhy did you put yourself in the line of fire? You could\u2019ve gotten yourself killed, K. I ticked him off; it was my fault…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBelieve it or not, Nick–\u201d Nick turned his head at not being called a number for once. \u201cI really do care about whether you live or die. Far more than you think.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cK–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNow, let\u2019s go find Pearl and 006 and see what happened.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cBut–\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201c008, let\u2019s go.\u201d K smiled then. It was only for a moment, but Nick\u2019s superior agent gave him a genuine smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cRight.\u201d And he followed the older man down.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

Pearl felt so alone, tucked in a small room that only granted access to employees, away from the prying eyes around Cinderella\u2019s castle. She had originally planned on just hiding out inside before realizing people were going to follow. So now she sat in that small room, waiting for answers, alone with a corpse — a corpse that, only a short time ago, had been a living ally. Shazam\u2019s body had already grown cold, and the fact that his eyes remained open unsettled her deeply.<\/p>\n

Pearl felt a small drop hit her now bare hands. She blinked with surprise. She was crying. She hated crying. In this job, you had to keep control. She had to keep control. That was why she liked science so much. Science, gadgets, technology — all of that made so much sense to her. In science, the basic rules never changed. Science was reliable; it evolved but never did a complete turnaround on you. People at HimTak who didn\u2019t know her well called her cold, as robotic as her inventions. But she wasn\u2019t; she just liked to be in control.<\/p>\n

But now she was crying, and she hated it. She hadn\u2019t even liked<\/em> JC Chasez! He\u2019d pissed her off to no end. He had hated her just as fiercely. They hadn\u2019t gotten along. Yet, somehow, she cried for him. Cried because he\u2019d died by a friend\u2019s hands. Cried because she felt like she\u2019d sent him to his death. But was she really crying for him<\/em>? Or the fact that Justin had murdered<\/em> him? Even after witnessing Global Idol<\/em> and the Antarctica mission, she had thought Justin could still be out there. But now she knew Justin was dead; Drums had killed him when he\u2019d thrown JC to his demise. They both lay in the shadow of Cinderella\u2019s castle, corpses no amount of belief could bring back.<\/p>\n

Pearl sighed and dabbed her wet eyes. She couldn\u2019t break down yet. She needed to stay in control. The others would be there soon. As soon as that thought entered her mind, her phone buzzed against her breasts. She slipped it out and flipped it open. \u201cHello?\u201d She sounded composed, not like she had almost broken down just now.<\/p>\n

\u201cPearly?\u201d came Nick\u2019s voice. \u201cYou okay?\u201d Well, she\u2019d thought she sounded composed. Perhaps not?<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, Blondie, I\u2019m good. I\u2019m at Cinderella\u2019s castle… in a large storage room. The body is with me, too.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cSo JC is…\u201d He didn\u2019t say it and didn\u2019t have to.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah. Drums…\u201d She\u2019d never call him Justin again. \u201cHe shoved him off the top of Cinderella\u2019s castle. I had just come up, and he…\u201d She didn\u2019t finish.<\/p>\n

\u201cWe\u2019ll be there in a few.\u201d<\/p>\n

When Nick arrived, Pearl was standing silently outside the room where JC\u2019s body lay. She had wanted away from it as soon as she heard her friends were on their way. He hugged her, and she smiled weakly before shrugging him off in a gentle manner. \u201cI\u2019m okay.\u201d<\/p>\n

She saw the others behind him. Emerald and Brian went into the storage room while K watched her with careful eyes. Her own gaze shifted to his wound. \u201cK, what happened!? You alright?\u201d<\/p>\n

He smirked humorlessly. \u201cJust a scratch. What about you?\u201d<\/p>\n

She nodded. \u201cI\u2019m fine, just…\u201d She looked around the supposedly happy place, pervertedly twisted by the people from whom they\u2019d fought to save the world. The young scientist took a deep breath before releasing it slowly. \u201cJust no more missions for a while. I want my lab, my work. Technology doesn\u2019t fall to its death before my eyes.\u201d<\/p>\n

K nodded somberly. \u201cUnderstood.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cYou sure you\u2019re okay, Kit?\u201d Nick asked.<\/p>\n

\u201cYeah, promise\u2026 So what happened up there?\u201d<\/p>\n

The others exited the storage room as Nick proceeded to fill Pearl in on the events up on Big Thunder Mountain. Tuning him out, Emerald sighed. She hadn\u2019t minded JC; he\u2019d been nice to spar with and to bash Nick when he pissed them both off. More importantly, he had been a comrade, a man fighting alongside her against the evils of the world. And he had died by a former ally\u2019s hands. Tragic wasn\u2019t the world for this. She felt like stealing a car and going off for a massive joyride till she found a crazy thunderstorm to enjoy. Yet she stood there and smiled at Brian as he patted her back in comfort. It was then that she remembered the machine she had tossed aside for K and then picked up again on their way back down the mountain.<\/p>\n

\u201cTrekkie girl.\u201d She tossed Pearl the small device. \u201cThere\u2019s the weather machine. We found it stashed in Mickey\u2019s house.\u201d<\/p>\n

Pearl examined it carefully. \u201cSo they had this and a bomb… Their leader may be completely crazy, but if he created these, he\u2019s a genius.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cNo competition for you, though, right?\u201d Nick teased, trying to get her to smile.<\/p>\n

\u201cActually, he might be…\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cWow, Brainiac may have met her match,\u201d Emerald remarked, a bit surprised herself after seeing the man face to face. Who knew such a mess of a man could be such a problem?<\/p>\n

\u201cBrian, I take it you\u2019ll have your men explain this mess…\u201d Kevin started.<\/p>\n

\u201cYes, cuz, I\u2019ll make sure no one knows of this. My superior is going to have a field day as it is, with how public this has gotten.\u201d<\/p>\n

After a brief nod, K led his team out of the castle, feeling pensive. The others continued to converse behind him; the peaceful park bustled in front of him. He guessed many would deem the mission a success. The world was saved yet again, unbeknownst to the masses of people who lived in it. Yet Drums had also escaped once again, along with his new leader, Dr. Rough. More importantly, he — and HimTak — had lost a great agent and a good man. It hurt more than he wanted to admit.<\/p>\n

Hearing one of the agents clear his throat behind him, K turned around. Nick approached him slowly, almost cautiously. Pain permeated the air between them.<\/p>\n

And yet K had saved one agent…<\/p>\n

\u201cK, we\u2019re gonna go below and get back in our street clothes — is that alright? We figured we\u2019d rent a room here tonight before going back tomorrow. Brian says the clean-up will take a day or so. Then we can have JC sent back to us…\u201d<\/p>\n

K simply nodded. \u201cI\u2019ll find you all later when it\u2019s time to leave.\u201d<\/p>\n

Nick watched him slowly walk away and disappear into the crowd. K was really hurting and, this time, not from the past, but from the present. Was all that hardness just an act to get by? K had saved him earlier, had been afraid of letting him die. He smiled to himself. He guessed everyone had another side to them. And Nick couldn\u2019t wait till he finally got to see the full view of K, the man behind the shell.<\/p>\n

He felt bad for being a bit happy after all that had happened that day. Happy, even though JC had died. But he knew that he would avenge Shazam\u2019s death. He would make things right. Somehow, some way, because he was responsible. One day, Drums would have to face all he had done. So would Nick.<\/p>\n

\u201cHey, monkey ass, are you coming or not?!\u201d he heard Emerald call out, which shook him from his more somber thoughts.<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, come on, Em, he doesn\u2019t look THAT bad as Abu,\u201d he heard Pearl defend him in a subdued voice.<\/p>\n

He chuckled to himself as he walked back to his fellow agents.<\/p>\n

\u201cNo, you\u2019re right — the monkey look is an improvement.\u201d Emerald grinned.<\/p>\n

\u201cJust for that…\u201d Nick smirked as he approached them. \u201cI\u2019m going to sing, just for you guys!\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cOh, just shoot me now,\u201d Emerald groaned.<\/p>\n

Nick snickered as he began to loudly sing to them. \u201cIt\u2019s a world of laughter, a world of tears. It\u2019s a world of hopes; it\u2019s a world of fears. There\u2019s so much that we share that it\u2019s time we\u2019re aware it\u2019s a small world after all!\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n

\u201cShut up, Nick!\u201d they all shouted at him. But instead of getting mad, he simply laughed.<\/p>\n

***<\/p>\n

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Episode 6: \u00a0It’s a Small World Part 9   When Brian opened his eyes and saw his surroundings, he thought he must be dreaming. The bright colors and exaggerated proportions of the d\u00e9cor were certainly out of a dream world. And was it just the dizzy, curving lines of the\u2026<\/p>\n

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