Last Adventure

Have you ever had to pick a moving buddy? Well, I have, and I’m less than a couple years old. I know that sounds weird, but I’m a doll. You probably already know that, but if you didn’t I wanted you to, but if you did then telling you isn’t because you already do. In case you hadn’t noticed, this is Anna. And I’m here to tell you about our last adventure.

Nah, not really our last. But before we were forced to tragically move away from the home we originally came out of our boxes to (and pick a moving buddy), we met some newcomers.

“We won’t be so close to the Disney Store anymore, Anna. So I’m going to take advantage and give you some new friends. Just a few, before the move.” Famous last words, said by Liz.

But it wasn’t long before strangers were turning up in random places. Actually, they started doing that a long long time ago. But a lot of times it’s kinda one at a time. Not this time. That’s a lot of “times.”

Anyway, Liz is always sticking her new dolls in the seamstress room. I think she secretly does it so we dolls can welcome the new ones into our community, and we always hang out in here. So I came upon two boxes stacked on the bed.

My initial thought was that Belle’s long lost blonde sister had come to haunt us. But a closer look told me it was Princess Aurora. The sleeping one. I bet that’s Prince Philip underneath. I took a peek.

“I guess Prince Philip is secretly a werewolf,” I muttered, staring at the animal hands folded inside the other box. I started to think I was probably right about my assumption when there came this awful growling from his general direction. A look past the boxes, however, proved me wrong.

The growling came from an arm sticking up from a mass of bright red hair.

“Merida?” I called.


I turned to see Raleigh climbing up onto the bed. “Oh, hi.”

“I was looking for you. What’ve you found?” she asked.

I shrugged. “I’m not really sure.”

We walked around the boxes together and came face-to-face with…

A mermaid. Of all things.

“Hello,” said the mermaid with a shy little wave. “I’m Ariel.”

I nodded slowly. “Mm-hmm. I gathered that.” I looked her up and down. “You’re really a mermaid?”

“Uhhhh……” She glanced down at her fin. “Not exactly.”

Raleigh and I exchanged glances.

“Well, you see, I’ve always wanted to be — to have legs. I’ve always wished I didn’t swim around in the water. I’ve always wanted to be…” She took a deep breath. “…part of your world.

I barely stifled a snort as I stood there. Raleigh was kinder. “Well, let us help you out of that,” she offered, walked over to Ariel.

“Really? You’ll help me?” Ariel exclaimed with such hopefulness that it took be aback. I guess I wasn’t convinced this whole mermaid thing wasn’t an act.

Raleigh nodded and smiled sweetly. “Sure we will.” She glanced at me and nodded pointedly at Ariel while the mermaid sat there staring with wide eyes at her “fin.”

I walked over and knelt down. “What do we do?”

Raleigh grinned. “It’s easy. Just pull.” She sent me a wink that Ariel didn’t see. We each gripped her fin, and on the count of three…

A scream escaped my lips before I could stop it as Raleigh and I went flying, landing in a heap with the deflated mermaid fin on top. I shoved it off and we both sat up. Wait, what? Why on earth did this scene look so familiar?

She was speechless as she stared at her toes. I was speechless as I looked away from the naked once-mermaid. “Uh.” I elbowed Raleigh.

“Oh, yeah.” She jumped to her feet and hollered for Renee to bring a robe. No reply. “RENEEEE!” She stomped her foot. “That girl. Useless. All she can think about is finding her precious Buzz Lightsmash.”

I snorted as I fumbled to my feet. “Here she comes.”

And in no time we all stood about admiring Ariel in all her human glory. Heh.

You know, I’m pretty sure there is a conspiracy constantly at work in the lives of Liz’s dolls. They are hopelessly, always, completely prone to gathering in the same place no matter where it is. So now Raleigh and Renee were here, and out of no where Eric appeared.

Just as Ariel tried to take her first step.

And…fell straight into the arms of her intended.

“Oh, excuse me,” he said, helping her stand upright. “Are you all right?”

She nodded, in a daze, looking pretty stupid with her perfect little pink lips in a permanent “O” shape.

He kind of smiled and waited until Renee came to Ariel’s side before turning to the boxes on the bed. I went to join him as he looked for a way to free the captives. “That was smooth,” I muttered.

He glanced at Ariel where she and Renee sat off to the side and let out a dry little laugh that totally expressed the way I was feeling about that annoying mermaid girl. “Nothing at all,” he said sarcastically.

I felt good right then. It took me a while to realize it was because he was acting totally indifferent to Ariel. I mean, this is Ariel and Eric we’re talking about. But that’s when I really realized, nobody owns Eric. He wouldn’t get together with anybody he didn’t wanna get together with. Even if Liz wanted it.

So Raleigh and I went about helping him free the pretty blonde. Eric acted like he was doing it for sport — mischievously untying twisty ties and ripping up tape. It was a fun project, not a charity. Although, that’s probably how Raleigh saw it. She’s so selfless.

Soon he was helping Aurora to stand up, a satisfied grin on his face. He was gentle with her, and I watched him as he gave her a hand.

I stepped up to her. “Here, let me help you out of all that.” I motioned to the twisty tie still squeezing her waste. She winced as she turned around, and I tried to be gentle as I removed the twisty tie.

After handing Aurora off to the others, Eric and I started breaking the werewolf free. Actually, he’s not a werewolf, I discovered. He’s a convertible. He’s Prince…well, I don’t actually know his name, but he’s The Beast. And he and Eric were talking like old buds, so I slipped the Beast costume from the packaging and sneaked off.

When the guys turned around, Renee was cowering behind a giggling Ariel as I roared like a…like a…a girl, really. But anyway, hopefully it was a little scary.

I stood up and faced them. “Whoa, this is weird.” I stumbled a couple steps forward and knew it was toward the girls because of the squealing I heard, muffled as it was through the rubber Beast head.

“Okay, Prince. You can have it back now.” I turned a few degrees. “I can’t really see in this.” I started walking, my hands outstretched in front of me. I didn’t come in contact with anything, so I turned some more and started running. “Are you–“

I came in contact with something.

I’m not sure what happened, but it was dizzying and I couldn’t breathe after that. I slapped at the Beast head until it was off and came face-to-face with the body I’d slammed into. “Uh…”

Our expressions probably formed a mirror. He was startled, I was startled, and probably everybody else was startled. Until they all started laughing. We did too, actually. “I’m so sorry, I was just…I didn’t know…I hoped…” And we both started laughing hysterically, like when you’re so tired that nothing really matters and if you don’t laugh you’ll cry.

That’s how we were when I realized that we probably looked like wounded knight and crying damsel in that moment, me leaning over The Beast like he was dying or something.

I quickly got to my feet, and Eric and I helped The Beast up too. We found Raleigh brushing Aurora’s hair while everybody looked on. By the way my friends were shaking their heads and chuckling, I had this odd feeling that today would be remembered for a long time.

Which is a good note to end on, because after this adventure we got the news that we were finally moving. After all this, we’d be facing the biggest adventure we’d ever faced before.

And it didn’t really turn out like anybody thought.

Beckoning Change

If ever anybody was in need to make the trek to visit the house of the fount of wisdom, I was. Renee kept complaining about how she couldn’t find Buzz, Raleigh wasn’t saying anything at all because she wasn’t even around, and everyone else was busy. Which made me feel the absence of Elsa, who was hard at work getting her shelf in the seamstress room ready to live in. This is Anna, by the way.

Elsa was in the process of installing her living room floor when I arrived.

“What are you wearing?” I asked loudly as I climbed up.

“Something that does not limit my range of movement,” she replied between ragged breaths. “Is there something wrong with this outfit?” Continue reading

For the First Time

There are always things in life that we should probably leave behind. In the dirt. Forget about it forever.

Let it go.

But even when we choose to do so, sometimes the past doesn’t let us go. And it refused to on the night that Raleigh found out my secret. This is Eugene. And I’m here to tell you the tale.

“I’m a replacement, Eugene,” Belle had said the night of the ball. “I’m not your Belle.”

I don’t think I’ll ever forget those words. Or how I reacted to them. Raleigh began to look confused, but the hurt didn’t come until I left the room.

I couldn’t sleep that night. All I could see in my mind’s eye were two faces: Raleigh’s and Belle’s. Continue reading

No Different

For a long time, the only things that were worth noting happened at dances. Elsa and I had attended two dances since we arrived at Liz’s house, and both of them marked rather large milestones in our lives at the time.

This dance wasn’t really any different.

Hunter Taylor never needs a reason to celebrate, so dances sort of come up out of the blue. The last dance was quite a while ago, she said. So we ought to do another one, she said. It’ll be fun, she said. She was right.

Mostly. At first.

Hans had said that Elsa’s ankle was better enough so that she could dance, so she and I got ourselves looking our best before embarking on our journey across the house to the seamstress room. We escorted each other, since neither of us are really with a guy yet. Well, that’s what Elsa says. I know better though.

When we arrived, we were greeted by Eugene and Raleigh, who were radiant. I mean, Raleigh was radiant. Eugene was, well…Eugene.

I couldn’t help but notice how Kristoff glanced over at me whilst he was dancing with Merida. It didn’t really bother me that he was dancing with somebody else, but I’d rather hoped he’d be waiting for me like Hans was standing over there waiting for Elsa. They’re perfect, I thought inwardly, although Elsa just kept talking to Raleigh and Eugene without noticing how Hans was watching her from afar.

Before I knew it, Eugene had romantically swept Raleigh into the dance. Is she wearing a wedding dress? I thought, watching Raleigh for a minute. Continue reading

Frozen Heart

The day eventually came when Liz made the fateful decision to reveal to the dolls their fate. You see, we didn’t know our fate until that fateful day came (is that too many “fates”?). Well, that is, not all the dolls found out their story. Just me and Elsa and Kristoff and Hans found out ours (and Eugene and Raleigh and Renee). This is Anna, by the way.

We finally got to watch Frozen.

Half of me was completely elated (or gassy?), while the other half of me was completely terrified, and petrified, and horrified at the thought of what could come of finding out what our stories were intended to be. But I just reminded myself of our earlier decision to, you know, keep calm, not freak out, and live out our lives not based on the movie. Continue reading


As I crept down the hallway, Pocahontas’s words kept echoing in my mind. “Liz brought us in here before we could see what else was in the bag. But it was the strangest sound…” As soon as she said that, I knew I had to see what it was that had made the sound. Pocahontas had said that the bag was in the seamstress room. This is Anna, by the way.

So after telling Pocahontas and John Smith that it was nice to meet John Smith (did that make sense?), I began the journey. Pocahontas had said that the Disney Store bag had been on the bed-thingy in the seamstress room, so I went straight to it. I clamored up the side of the bed before setting my eyes on the mysterious thing.

And I couldn’t believe what I saw.

I felt the breathe go from me. Buzz Lightyear? I thought. No way! He was big too, and he looked dangerous. Continue reading

Finding John Smith

Hey, there, everyone! This might come as a surprise to you, but this is Liz. You see, Pocahontas asked me to write this because, she thought that out of everyone involved in this tale, I would be best suited to tell the tale. Soon you’ll see why.

It started on my trip to the mall. After parking, I heard something in the back seat, and when I looked I saw that I had a stowaway.

“Pocahontas?” I asked, climbing into the seat next to her. “What are you doing here?” Continue reading