The Elevator Game (Open)

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It was a nice day and the caped crusader woke up particularly excited because it was the very day he chose to take the day off to relax and do nothing on. Since the crown incident he was told to see the park's therapist. Naturally, the hero was skeptical at first. He didn't even know the theme park had a therapist, but they did and the lady was a real weirdo; always so cheerful, perky, and she always had something nice to say no matter what. It did not take Dr. Kelly long at her to determine that the violet vigilante was suffering from stress and paranoia. Her recommendation? That he needed to take some time off from performing super heroics. Naturally, the hero had some concerns and he wasted no time in sharing them with her among them was his fear of what might happen should he take the day off from saving the day. He worried the villains particularly his archnemesis, Negaduck would take advantage of his absence to wreck havoc on the park. Dr. Kelly listened patiently and with understanding and she reminded him that he shouldn't worry so much. That there were other heroes at the parks fully capable of protecting innocents from harm and saving the day. It was not an easy thing for him to admit. He had been so used to be his city's sole savior that he sometimes forgot that it was no longer the case here. To tell the truth he liked being the only hero and the challenges and all the glory that came with that responsibility. He knew he would just have to get used to sharing the glory with the park's other heroes. Not an easy thing for him to do to be sure, but he was willing to try. Eventually, his therapist was able to convince him to take some time off.


Because he was seriously doing this, Darkwing had the perfect dates in mind to take his mini vacation. He had heard intriguing news of a comicon showing up at one of the resort's hotels, the Contemporary Resort located in the Magic Kingdom. He had heard some pretty cool stuff about the upcoming comicon too like how it supposedly was so big that it will host booths for just about any interest you could think of. Feeling like a kid, Darkwing could hardly wait. In the meantime, he wondered what he should dress up as since being a comicon people will dress up as their favorite character and whatnot. He supposed he could always just go as himself or heck even as Negaduck, but nah he wanted to be a little more creative than that. After giving it a little more thought he decided he would represent his own hotel, Galaxy's Edge and go as a Jedi. Only problem was he admittedly was not yet familiar enough with the characters to choose a specific one to be, so he decided to just be a made up Jedi. His costume consisted of the traditional Jedi robes and a purple lightsaber that he had made one day during his stay in Galaxy's Edge. He left off his mask since he thought it might throw the whole outfit off, so it looked like he would finally be going out as his civilian alterego, Drake Mallard. Whatever. It was fine especially since he had his superhero get up hidden underneath his Jedi robes just in case Darkwing will be needed. He hoped Darkwing wouldn't be needed this time around because believe it or not he really did just want to have fun and enjoy himself this weekend without any distractions. He really hoped the hotel wouldn't become a target for supervillains and he hoped nothing else went wrong during his visit to the beautiful Contemporary Resort either.


At long last Friday had arrived, the comicon's very first day and Drake was determined to get there before it got too crowded. So he boarded the monorail the earliest he could and arrived at the Magic Kingdom's beautiful hotel. The really cool thing about this hotel was that the monorail ran through it, so when he hopped off the monorail he was already inside the hotel. Already he saw that other people had also made it, but he definitely beat the crowd. Grinning to himself he proceeded to look around at the various booths and enjoy. As he looked around he spotted a sign suggesting that there was even more interesting things located on the upper floors. Oh if only he ignored the sign and just remained on the first floor, but no as usual he just had to let his curiosity get the better of him. And so without giving it another thought Drake entered the elevator along with a few other people. He wasn't sure which floor they wanted to go to, but to be polite he made room for them. He remembered the sign saying that there were some Star Wars stuff on the tenth floor, so Drake went ahead and pushed the number, ten elevator button while other people pushed their designated floor buttons. The elevator doors then shut closing everybody inside as well as sealing their fate. Drake had almost forgotten why he normally avoided elevators: it was because they tended to become so very awkward and some elevators had some very annoying ear splitting music. Luckily, this one had no such background music, thank God. It still felt unbelievably awkward though. While heading towards the various floors it stopped a couple of times along the way picking new people up and dropping old ones off.


And then it happened; every elevatophobe's nightmare: the elevator suddenly stopped on the sixth floor and the lights began to flicker like crazy. The elevator suddenly stopping sent an unprepared Drake to the ground. The dazed Jedi climbed back to his feet and looked around at the fairly roomy elevator and at his fellow trapped visitors. Already Drake could tell that this particular group was going to be problematic to deal with. He could not believe that only an hour into the comicon and already Darkwing was needed. It was certainly a good thing he had his superhero costume underneath his Jedi robes otherwise... Oh right he couldn't very well shed his ingenious disguise now. Everybody in the elevator would know his carefully guarded secret if he did. It seemed he would just have to try to save the day as Drake Mallard while making up some kind of excuse as to how he knew what to do. 'Not a problem,' he thought. He was good at making up excuses. Taking charge he finally addressed the group, "everybody okay? Don't panic. We don't know for sure if we're stuck yet. Hang on going to try another number." The accountant then made his way over to the elevator button panel and tried to make the elevator move again by pressing a different number, 13. Unlike some people he wasn't superstitious and as such feared no number. Still, the elevator refused to respond and the doors remained clamped shut. "C'mon! C'mon move already," he muttered under his breath as he began to push even more buttons in his desperate attempt to get the elevator moving again. Turning to the others he smiled sheepishly. "Hehe technical difficulties. Don't worry I got this," he reassured them confidently before trying desperately once more only for the elevator to remain still. Ironically it seemed while trying to keep everybody else calm he himself was starting to panic. He may not have been claustrophobic persay, but he did not like the idea of being stuck anywhere for any amount of time. Already, the walls seemed to close in on him.


Thankfully, Drake still had enough sense in him to stop pushing buttons and to accept that they were in fact stuck. He had another idea. Nervously, he opened the emergency phone case and called up the front desk, "um hello. Anybody there? Not to be a bother or anything, but...GET ME OUT OF HERE! THE ELEVATOR STOPPED ON THE SIXTH FLOOR! IT'S STUCK! GET US OUT OF HERE NOW!" To Drake's horror nobody was picking up. "No no no this cannot be happening! C'mon pick up! Pick up already!" he continued to yell desperately into the empty phone in a panicked voice while pacing anxiously back and forth. Clearly he was freaking out and in a total panic! Not good since others were likely to follow suit and panic as well.




ooc: This thread is open to anyone even to villains. So if interested please join in. Don't be shy. The only rule here is that the elevator itself is power proof meaning one cannot use their powers within the elevator nor can one use their powers to escape. I did this on purpose to prevent the thread from ending too soon. I don't want escape to be too easy for them.

[Bowler Hat Guy]

Mikey had never been to a Comic Convention before, though he knew what they were, of course. So when he found out about the one at the park, he almost danced with joy. He explained the whole concept to Doris, who was less than impressed. In fact, she refused to let him go, no matter how much he begged and whined. Eventually, the black-clad villain went off alone to pout.

As he slouched on a bench, complaining to himself, he noticed a group of teens in costumes heading down the path. They were talking so loudly he couldn't help but hear that they were on their way to the very convention he wanted to visit. Which gave Goob an idea.

He slipped in behind the kids, staying slightly back, but not too far, and walked along with them, though they never even noticed. He would defy Doris and go to the con anyway, though he did shoot a lot of fearful glances behind, in case she found out.

Mikey reached the con without incident, though he was short on the admission fee. He had to sneak in the service entrance. But once inside, he gazed around in a sensory-overload stupor. So much cool stuff! If only he had a costume, though. Well, he'd just have to steal one, then. Everybody was selling costume parts, so that would be easy.

One table seemed to be temporarily unguarded; the vendor was busy arguing with a guest as to which was better, some movie or some TV show, both with similar names: Star Something. Goob took advantage of the distraction to snatch a plastic thingamajig that looked like metal gears and stuff. According to the package, you wore it above one eye. So he stuck it to his forehead and then made a dash for the elevator. It would be smart to be somewhere else when that guy realized he'd been robbed.

The elevator ride was okay; somebody even complimented him on his "Borg Implant" while he was waiting to board. Until, that is, the car stopped between floors. At a total loss, Mikey asked the obvious question, "Uh...what do we do now?"

[Dash Parr]

When the woman had mentioned other Supers to Darkwing, she probably had not meant ten year old boys on their own, but The Dash counted himself a worthy addition among that number.

The perfect opportunity of being on point for curbing trouble but not in danger seemed to be this comi-con and celebration of Supers and all other fandoms that one of the hotels was hosting! Dash had begged his mother for weeks to be allowed to attend, finally receiving permission, and after Helen no doubt investigated the amount of Cast Members who would be about.

Either-way! Dash, or The Dash, was able to walk around in his supersuit and not stick out for once! Of course he quickly figured out people thought he was a dressed up regular park guest, given the compliments and head pats he got.

Just as well, villains wouldn't know it was him, his normal identity, and he was undercover if trouble arose!

Getting some candy from a stand on this level, Dash decided to see what the next level held and...maybe he would take the normal elevator way, just to keep the Superhero thing under-wraps unless it was relevant.

Bad choice.

No sooner was he on than the elevator stopped. "Uh oh...".

The motion caused the Super boy to drop his assortment of candy, but he quickly focused on their predicament.

"Uh...what do we do now?"

Dash already saw one example of what not to do. The duck yelling into the phone wasn't doing any good. "Uh...", Dash thought through their options. To bad his dad wasn't here, he would just pry the door opened.

Hmm...Dash had speed...

The Super boy thought some more, coming up with a plan. "Don't worry everyone, I got this". Looked like being a Super was relevant now!

Dash backed up as far as he could in the crammed space and then rushed towards the door, thinking if he put on a burst of speed even as he reached it he could maybe push through the door. Momentum or something. But the boy just bounced off slightly and...ow that had sort of hurt in a way hitting things usually didn't!

"Ok... not that".

Plan B.

Dash got on the floor and started moving his feet as if running, thinking to next pummel the door with all the force of his super speed. Wait, but...was it just him or was it not very fast.

"Hold on, this will work...". Dash tried to 'run' faster but was just moving his feet at an average speed it seemed, banging the metal doors ineffectually.

"N-no!", he hopped up, "This isn't right, I--I should go faster than that! Let me ram the door again!". He backed up once more.

[Pleakley]

There was another passenger in the elevator, though you might not have recognized him, had you been there. Pleakley was intrigued by the comic convention, an Earth custom he'd never encountered before. So he decided to come as an observer, in costume, of course, the better to blend in.

He'd boarded the vertical transportation unit dressed in a costume made entirely of fake fur, with an apron over it, and carrying a couple of clay pots for props. A few uninformed souls had asked who he was supposed to be. "Why, Hairy Potter, of course," replied the Earth Expert, with a shake of his head, pitying the uninformed.

Pleakley stood in the back of the transport, observing the other passengers, when the conveyance halted, no doubt at their destination. For some reason this disturbed his fellow travelers. "Don't worry, I'm sure the doors will open soon," he assured them. But they seemed unduly agitated. One screamed for help while the other seemed bent on self-destruction. "Stop that before you hurt yourself."

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Bonkers had decided to attend the Comic-con, to acquire a bigger crowd with his toon filled antics. He'd been in the middle of stretching his elastic muzzle when he saw a familiar face in the crowd. Letting his stretched out muzzle snap back against his own face, Bonkers immediately raced after his quarry.

He'd seen Drake Mallard in a monk's get-up stepping onto an elevator. Bonkers had managed to get aboard just before the doors closed, flattening part of his body to be able to get through the closing doors. However, once he was aboard, Bonkers had to wait until the elevator was less packed and he could get closer to Mallard before he could start a conversation with him.

Then it stopped on the sixth floor.

Drake quickly took charge, first pressing the button to the 13th floor, then calling on the emergency phone. Unfortunately, for a duck who was in charge, that didn't apply to his increasingly more stressed and frantic emotional state. No one seemed to be replying, which wasn't a good sign. Was this intentionally caused by the same being that had brought him here, first transporting random people to this park, then messing with the elevators while they were trapped inside? He'd have to relay his suspicions to Drake once the duck had calmed down and finished his one-sided conversation with the hotel's front desk.

But for now, he had another pressing issue.

Why was there no elevator music?

It was a simple remedy. Bonkers pulled out a radio and tuned it to the "elevator music" station.

One of the other occupants (wearing a ridiculous looking mask with an even more ridiculous looking moustache and eyepiece) asked what the occupants should do now and one of the younger ones tried rushing the door. Then he tried pummeling it with his feet. Normally Bonkers would have found it cute that a kid was playing superhero, but in this case he was surprised to see that the kid really was a superhero. But what was even more surprising than that was that...he was unable to achieve anything with his superpowers. Yes, whatever had done this was probably the same powerful force that had brought him here. Obviously if the kid's abilities were insufficient, he obviously wouldn't just be able to paint a hole and allow the other occupants an easy escape. Perhaps there was an escape hatch? Bonkers examined the ceiling in case there was one that he might find there.

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As Drake continued to yell uselessly into the phone he noticed everybody on the elevator was staring at him so smiling sheepishly he placed the phone back into the emergency box. Looking at the small group he saw that one of them was a young boy in a bright red superhero costume holding a bag of candy while the other was a full grown man wearing some sort of cyborg thing on his forehead. He narrowed his eyes at him. 'Okay then... Weird, but well what else did I expect here at a comicon? After all, it was a comicon not a normal con,' he thought with a shake of his head snickering at his own bad joke. And he realized he wasn't exactly dressed normally either, so couldn't really talk. The other two occupants was an alien he recognized from the Christmas party that accused him of being a Scrooge and a Grinch or something dressed up in a really weird getup (seriously what was he supposed to even be? Yogi Bear? A Wookie? He would have to ask him about it later) while the second was none other than the toon bobcat police officer, Bonkers that he met briefly. He was surprised to see him there and standing right next to him. Apparently nobody taught the guy about personal space and the duck liked to keep his own personal bubble pretty large. Drake sidestepped a bit to give himself more space. And even more annoyingly Bonkers had a portable radio with him that he turned on. 'Seriously?' Drake thought annoyed shaking his head. In his mind nothing was more annoying and obnoxious than elevator music. "Do you mind?" he hissed loudly, eye twitching, bothered by the bobcat's radio blissfully unaware to how similarly he was acting to the bobcat's human partner, Lucky. They were already hopelessly trapped on an elevator. Really, the last thing he wanted to listen to right now was non-stop elevator music.


The cyborg dressed man then asked the obvious question of what they should do now. 'Good question. What indeed,' Drake thought with a sigh. Okay first thing he needed to do was to calm himself down and then try to keep everybody else calm. Second was to try to find a way out because nobody was coming for them. If they wanted out they would need to save themselves. Looking at the strange group again he didn't think he had much to work with. Oh if he only knew. If only he could remember Dash, but sadly his mind had been wiped clean from his last visit; which really wasn't even all that long ago, so sadly he could not remember the eager, young speedster. If he did then he would remember how helpful the kid could be in a tight spot. And as for the strange human man, well if Drake knew who he was he'd be trying to save him from his evil manipulative hat.


Clearing his throat he prepared himself to give everybody the bad news that nobody was coming for them. "Well um not to alarm anybody, but it seems we're on our own here. The front desk isn't answering their phone. So we cannot rely on anybody to save us, but ourselves," he announced as calmly as he could though his voice was still a bit shaky. Suddenly, he felt the need to apologize for his less than professional behavior on the phone. Perhaps being a father himself he felt a bit guilty for losing his cool and yelling in front of a child. "I apologize for panicking earlier, but I'm only an accountant. I'm not the best in these kinds of situations I'm afraid," he apologized trying his best to act all non heroic, innocent, and normal.


His eyes then wandered over to the kid that was attempting to knock the door down by running at it and rather uselessly he might add. While the kid's intentions were good they were poorly thought out. Fact was the only thing he was accomplishing by ramming himself into the door was giving the Jedi dressed duck a massive migraine. Groaning he gave his head a rub. "Hey kid knock it off, will ya? I'm getting a headache just watching you! 'sides that stunt you're trying to pull only works in movies and fyi this is real life and in real life we need to be smarter than that," he informed the kid with a shake of his head.


But the kid was stubborn and just kept on ramming at the door. Watching him the accountant pitying him just shook his head and sighed. "No seriously please stop doing that. You're going to hurt yourself. Tell me, what is your name kiddo?" he scolded, concerned as he lowered himself to the kid's eye level. The alien was also warning the kid not to hurt himself the not so mild mannered accountant noted. He then stood back up and faced the others. "And besides I did have this one idea we could maybe try if we work together. If we could crack open the top of the elevator we could in theory climb up the shaft and escape that way," he suggested looking up at the elevator's ceiling. And from the looks of things his crazy idea was shared by none other than that toony bobcat cop, Bonkers who he noticed was also looking up.


Lowering his head he sent the toon bobcat a knowing smile. "Ah Bonkers we meet again it seems. So, are you thinking what I'm thinking?" he asked him with a sly grin. The whole idea of getting everybody to climb up the elevator shaft was crazy alright. But then he was a hero. He could handle crazy.

[Bowler Hat Guy]

The way the duck and the kid were acting was starting to scare Mikey. He hadn't thought the stopped elevator was anything serious, but they were both kind of, well, panicking. It made him wonder if he should be, too.

"Do you think it's broken?" was the first thing he asked. "Maybe we just have to kick it to get it going. I remember the TV back at the orphanage, whenever the picture went weird, you had to kick it." Maybe he'd said too much; as a super-villain, Mikey had always preferred to leave his personal life more mysterious.

Wait...he was a super-villain! It should be a snap for Goob to get out of this. He felt around in his pockets to see what diabolical weapons he had. Aha! The mini-Doris! With that he could mind-control any one of these unsuspecting con-goers.

But then, that wouldn't really help him gest out of a stuck elevator, would it?

This might turn out to be a really boring afternoon if they were stuck here a long time. At least they had music...until the duck turned it off.

"Hey, I was listening to that," whined the man in black. "Do you know a station that plays commercial jingles? I like commercial jingles."

[Dash Parr]

It was a little hard to pay attention, since Dash was having an existential crisis at the moment! Yet it seemed his fellow passengers were telling him to stop before he hurt himself and trying to figure out a way out of the elevator.

He was also working on the second thing, but...why wasn't it working!

"I can't...hurt myself...I mean, not by just doing this", Dash tried to explain, ramming the doors once more but with the same results. "No!", he gripped his blonde hair in frustration.

As the elevator music started up, Dash thought maybe the power had come back...until he saw it was a radio.

With a sigh, he finally stopped running, at least for the moment, to answer the duck. "I'm The Dash", he posed, "And I'm super fast...normally". He looked concerned once more over why he wasn't super fast anymore...

"And besides I did have this one idea we could maybe try if we work together. If we could crack open the top of the elevator we could in theory climb up the shaft and escape that way,"

Dash pulled his focus from his existential crisis as the duck said this. "Oh...yeah! I can run up the wall", he wasn't giving in to the No Powers thought just yet and glanced up to see how far it was.

[Pleakley]

Humans were such a strange lot.

I can run up the wall

"You need a reality check, little boy," remarked Pleakley to the masked kid. Don't confuse the character you're role-playing with real life." As if putting on a costume was enough to give a person special powers! Notice Pleakley didn't try to use magic to create any pottery.

If we could crack open the top of the elevator we could in theory climb up the shaft and escape that way,

The more the robed fellow talked, the more Pleakley began to rethink his first assessment of the situation. "Wait a minute...are you saying we're trapped here? Permanently?"

The self-described Earth expert suddenly screamed at the top of his lungs and began to run around the small space flailing his rubber-hose arms and crying out, "We're all going to die in here!"

If panic was called for, he could panic with the best of 'em.

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"Yes do I mind." Bonkers replied with a frown, not noticing Drake's eye twitch. "What sort of elevator doesn't have elevator music?" He added, as he turned the volume a little up. Bonkers pointed with his thumb at the man with the plastic cyborg attachment. "He doesn't seem to mind it." Turning to the man he said "There is a jingle station, but this is an elevator, so the current station is more appropriate."

For some reason the front desk wasn't answering. Perhaps they were the ones who'd shut off the elevator as a prank? But how would that explain how none of their powers seemed to be working? He turned to the mallard accountant. "And yes, I was looking for an escape hatch. It wouldn't even need to be all of us. Dash is fast. If he managed to escape he could get help in just a few seconds and we'd be free in no time." Then he added "Why are you dressed up as a monk?" He tried to ignore the alien's pointless panicking, but it was difficult in such an enclosed space.

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Darkwing unsure of what the problem with the elevator was only sighed when the strange human man started making his own suppositions. Looking at him he only shrugged. "Dunno. Could be or maybe the power just went out. But no the lights are still on in here, so that can't be it. At any rate I don't think...kicking it will do us much good except getting a sore foot from it," he thoughtfully observed. Given the man's ridiculous suggestion made Drake think that this would probably be the same person that would think kicking a vending machine in the event it malfunctions and doesn't give you what you paid for a good idea. The bad suggestion only made the duck's eye twitch even more in worry. "Also you really shouldn't be kicking televisions. They could fall over and hurt you. Don't tell me you actually kick at vending machines too when they malfunction, do you? Because that is a seriously bad idea. They could fall over and crush you," he pointed out to the grown man in warning. The accountant could not believe that he was seriously having to tell a fellow full grown adult all this. Even Gosalyn and Honker knew better than to try something like that or at least he hoped they did.


He then watched with idle curiosity as the man pulled out a strange looking small hat from his pocket. Suddenly his mind recalled his little conversation with Yzma and how she mentioned something about a dumb villain with a hat. He wondered... Could it be that this man was the very same hat man that Yzma had described? If it was he would need to save the poor guy from the evil, mind controlling hat! Looking the man over he tried to get a better view of his small hat. Trying to appear casual and friendly, he smiled at him. "Hey, that's an interesting small hat you got there," he complimented. Drake knew only all too well that everybody loved compliments even villains. "Whereabouts did you get it? Is it part of your whole cyborg getup?" he asked, curious.


Drake frowned when the man complained and whined at him for shutting off the toon bobcat's radio. He couldn't understand it though. In what universe could elevator music possibly be seen as good instead of annoying? The underappreciated accountant just had to know. In his mind, only a mind as evil and twisted as Megavolt's and Quackerjack's could truly appreciate something as horrible and even torturous as elevator music! Perhaps this man was the hat villain Yzma warned him about after all. Regardless, he suddenly felt the need to keep a closer eye on the weirdo. "Wait, so none of you mind elevator music?" he asked, addressing everybody there as a whole before returning his attention on the strange hat man. "And you actually like it? Why? I mean don't you find it annoying?" he asked him scratching his head, clearly confused as to how anybody in their right mind could like and even enjoy elevator music. "It sounds worse than nails on a chalkboard! But, okay, fine you win. Seeing how I am in the minority here as long as this...this obnoxious noise you call music makes you all happy I will try to tolerate it the best I can," he rather overdramatically exclaimed. He was lying of course since he did not think he could listen to it for too much longer before losing what he had left of his mind!


Next Bonkers and Dash insisted that Dash had super speed; which if true would explain why the kid in the superhero costume was trying so hard to run through the elevator doors. Sadly, that also meant they wouldn't be escaping using Dash's super speed if what his tourist pamphlet says is true. And was he the only one person that takes the time to actually read that stuff? Clearly, otherwise they wouldn't be acting this way. 'Well time to shed a little light on the subject in the most delicate way possible as to avoid a needless panic. After all just because powers are useless in here doesn't mean we still can't find other means of escape,' he advised himself. Sighing he frowned at Bonkers. "Dash has super speed?" he asked him before his eyes wandered over to the little speedster himself. "You have super speed?" he repeated. "Oh that is unfortunate," he began with a sad shake of his head. "You see if we were literally trapped inside any other elevator then you could use your super speed to get us out. Sadly, that is not the case in here. You see this is a very special elevator made using a very special type of building material. The materials they used for the construction of this elevator inhibit powers and weapons alike," he pointed out dropping the bombshell. It was a real good thing that the villains didn't read up on these informative pamphlets or if they did then it was a good thing they have yet to try to take advantage. Thankfully, the power inhibiting material is quite rare and thus very difficult to find.


He decided to give the poor kid a few moments to consider what he just told him before continuing on with the eye opening explanation. "This isn't even the only elevator that is like this either. There are others that inhibit powers too all scattered across the parks," he informed him. "Cool huh? You and Bonkers really need to read up on your tour guides some more," he pointed out teasingly with a soft chuckle. "They got some really neat stuff in here. Like did you know that there are miles and miles of secret, hidden underground tunnels underneath the parks for the workers to use? Supposedly, they use these underground tunnels to move from one end of the park to the other in secret. Cool huh?" he rather enthusiastically shared. "Here. You can read it if you want. I've got extras," he told the kid offering him the pamphlet; which was loaded with cool fun facts about the theme park. "I'll be honest. I didn't really believe this specific elevator could prevent super powers from being used, but after seeing you struggle to use yours led me to believe it must be true!" he admitted. He gasped in awe. "Fascinating. Simply fascinating! But not to worry. I'm sure we can still escape even without your powers. We only need to remain calm and..."


But perhaps he spoke too soon because the lanky, one eyed alien was suddenly having some sort of weird delayed reaction to their current situation and was now panicking as a result. The duck could not simply stand quietly by and allow this to happen. And so as the alien ran past him Drake grabbed him by his costume collar and held him there for a few moments before releasing him. "Whoa! Whoa, slow down Stretch! Now what did I just say about panicking?" he asked giving him a friendly reminder. "Kindly stop running around like that and calm down, please! You panicking like that isn't exactly helpful to our current situation nor is it warranted," he scolded. "And don't be ridiculous, we are not going to die here! I for one refuse to die here!" he reassured the panicking alien firmly crossing his arms.


When the toon officer pointed out that only one of them needed to escape for them to all get out since the one who did escape could then return with help for the rest of them. Smiling at Bonkers he nodded in agreement. "You're right Officer! As long as one of us gets out then we have hope," he agreed with a smile. When asked about his costume he blushed. "Oh well actually you are not too far off. Technically, I am what they call a Jedi; which is basically a space monk and I am dressed this way to get into the spirit of the Con," he replied sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I mean in case you haven't noticed lots of people are dressed up for the Con. In fact, I believe the real question is, why aren't you dressed up? Oh are you by chance on duty?" he inquired the toon bobcat looking him over. After all, he was the only person on the elevator not in costume. Heck, even the weird human guy was dressed up...sort of.


And speaking of costumes, he kind of glanced over at the lanky, one eyed alien wearing a hairy costume. He supposed this was as good a time as any to ask him about his strange choice in costume. The duck had been dying to know what he was trying to be ever since the alien joined them on the elevator. "Sooooo what by chance are you supposed to be? No wait, let me guess, you're a Wookie who is an artisan? A relative of Chewbacca's by chance?" he asked unable to hide his excitement revealing his Star Wars fan status. Indeed, he has had Star Wars on the brain for quite some time now, but then staying at Galaxy's Edge will do that to you he supposed. He of course had no idea just how far off he was at guessing the alien's costume.

[Bowler Hat Guy]

Mikey eyed the fast-talking duck. He sure did like telling people what to do. Which would be okay, if he was telling them how to get out of a busted elevator.

you really shouldn't be kicking televisions. They could fall over and hurt you

"Okay," he answered slowly. "But an elevator can't fall on you, so I just thought maybe..." He let the rest of that fade into obscurity.

Don't tell me you actually kick at vending machines too when they malfunction, do you?

Uh-oh, had this guy been watching him? Was he some kind of park security? Because that was how Mikey sometimes got himself a free soda.

Hey, that's an interesting small hat you got there. Whereabouts did you get it?

"This? It was a present from my best friend. She's not here, though. She's kind of mad at me." Then a new thought occurred. "Wait...I didn't steal it!" Oh, man, he was totally park security! And he must've seen Goob swipe the cyborg gear.

Now what was he gonna do? Ducky was probably just waiting for the elevator doors to open before he slapped the cuffs on. Mikey would have to think up some way to get rid of this guy.

[Dash Parr]

"You need a reality check, little boy, Don't confuse the character you're role-playing with real life."

The Dash turned towards the voice, just mildly annoyed at the intrusion and yet blinked as he saw who exactly said this to him. A guy in a bear costume...a bear costume with an apron...

This was almost too much.

As the elevator music question...

"I don't care what plays as long as we get out".

"Dash is fast. If he managed to escape he could get help in just a few seconds and we'd be free in no time."

Hopefully he had given his Super name...Dash tried to think, and also hopefully the cat meant it in the The Dash way and he hadn't made a slip up and was still not recognizable...

His powers were out...who knew what that meant!

"It's what I'm working on", the Super Boy nodded, "Don't worry folks I'll have this fixed in no time". Dash refused to believe his powers were on the fritz and, backing up, gave one more try, at running up the walls this time, and where he had a gap between the bear guy panicking, and up to the top to facilitate escape, as they said.

For an instant it looked impressive, maybe, and as momentum kept his one foot on the side...but then he fell again. "Ow!", he stood and dusted himself off. Ok, it seemed to be true. He turned to the duck, "Wait...how do you know about that then...", his eyes narrowed suspiciously. Was he in the elevator with a not disguised super-villain?

He took the pamphlet handed to him and scanned it, looking for hidden info into Super-Villain bases. Either-way he needed to let his mother know about this if there were power blocking elevators around. He continued studying the pamphlet as the duck explained what a Jedi was and everyone discussed further escape strategies.

Maybe there was a way to beat it listed in there or something.

[Pleakley]

Why are you dressed up as a monk?

"Who cares?! He could be dressed like a gorilla for all the difference it'll make when they find our bodies!"

I was looking for an escape hatch.

That calmed Pleakley down somewhat, though he still spoke in a very excited tone. "Yes! Escape hatch! That's how we'll get out!" And he used his single eye to search around for one.

Sooooo what by chance are you supposed to be? No wait, let me guess, you're a Wookie who is an artisan? A relative of Chewbacca's by chance?

Pleakley sighed. He didn't know why they were bothering with such trivial things at a time like this. But he answered anyway, indignant at this guy's ignorance. "It's a Hairy Potter costume. Happy? Now can we concentrate on finding the escape hatch?"

No sooner had Pleakley said it, than he spotted it. At least he thought it might be. "Look, there!" he cried, pointing up at the ceiling. "That looks like a hatch! They really should label it." And, yes, it looked like there was a panel in the ceiling that would open. "How do we get up there?"

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Bonkers also noticed the guy's small hat. "Yes, I should like a hat like that." Bonkers added. He doubted it was an addition to the cyborg getup. It seemed more like everyday wear.
Drake showed open distaste for the elevator music, which surprised Bonkers. But at least he was willing to tolerate it for the other's sake. Bonkers held up a gloved cautionary finger. "nothing sounds worse than nails on a chalkboard...well...except for a poorly played fiddle, or poorly played bagpipes, or nails on the chalkboard...Wait!..We already mentioned that one!"
Mallard chided him for not reading the pamphlets, but in his defense, Bonkers hadn't been here long. He accepted the proffered pamphlet though, so he could learn more about this park and not be caught unawares by anything.
"Yes, once he's out of the elevator, Dash's powers will no longer be inhibited and he can return with help at lightspeed!" Bonkers replied.
"I didn't come in costume, on the off chance that I might be more easily recognized by one of my fans, if I have any here."
Drake shifted his attention over to the one-eyed alien. Bonkers was thankful that he managed to calm the alien down. Then he began to gush about how the alien seemed to be dressed as an other alien from a fictional universe. He'd heard it was the Galaxy's Edge Universe.
"Oh, but an elevator can fall with you in it!" Bonkers replied. He hoped it didn't. His toony body might only get splattered on the elevator's ceiling, but as for the others...he wasn't as certain of their fates.
"And where did she buy it?" Bonkers asked of the guy holding the hat.
Once the one eyed alien had calm down, he'd noticed what appeared to be the hatch they were looking for. Bonkers looked in that direction as well. Then he lowered his gaze to meet Drake's. "Well, what's the plan?" He asked his new friend. Drake seemed to be the take charge type and Bonkers wasn't the kind of guy to question authority, unless it was the corrupt kind.