It all happened so fast, I was fighting Captain Damien for the red ruby when one of his companions hit me on the head and I fell unconscious. I woke up on a wooden raft in the middle of the ocean.

"Really?" I said. The next day I washed up on a beach in Hollywood, California. As I got on my feet I quickly checked to make sure the shrunken head was still on my belt. I sighed with relief as I felt the decaying head in my hand. A swarm of girls ages 10 to 17 surrounded me in all directions with the desire to have my autograph.

"Back, you idiots." I said. But they wouldn't let me leave until my autograph is given. I managed to give all 25 girls my signature. I walked around the beach until I found my way to the streets. I saw humans and toons wandering the sidewalks. I walked around until I saw a bar called 'The Terminal Bar'.

"Alright, rum here I come." I said as I climbed the stairs and sat down on a stool at the bar table. The woman behind the counter's name tag said Dolores so I'm guessing that's her name. Soon a guy walked in and sat between me and a gruff looking guy a bar stool away from me, he looked like a real wise guy to me. "So who's your client this week, Mr.Detective to the stars? Chilly Willy or Screwy Squirrel?" asked the guy. "What would do you want to drink?" asked Dolores. "I'll take a beer, doll." he said. "So what happened, huh? Somebody kidnapped Dinky Doddle?" questioned the guy as he started tapping an egg on the table to make it crack. "Cut it out, Angelo." warned Dolores. "Hey, wait a minute. I know, I know. You're working for Little Bo Peep. She lost her sheep, and you're gonna help her find them." said Angelo, followed by evil laughter.

"That's crazy. Little Bo Peep is a nursery rhyme, not a toon." I said. Then, the gruff guy kicked Angelo's stool away from him, got him in a chokehold, and talked some sense into him. "Get this straight, meatball. I. Don't. Work. For. Toons." he said as he shoved the egg into Angelo's mouth so he would choke on it before storming out. "So what's his problem?" asked Angelo. "A toon killed his brother." Dolores explained sadly. Everyones eyes widened. "What?" said Angelo. "Dropped a piano on his head." she added.

"Yikes. Oh, by the way, Dolores. I'll be having as many shots of rum as I can get my hands on." I said. I walked around some more after leaving the bar half drunk and when the sun went down, I realized the one thing I didn't have was a roof over my head. "Hey, buddy. I see you have nowhere to sleep so you can stay at my place till you can find a place of your own" said the gruff guy from the bar. "Good, what's your name?" I asked. "Name's Eddie, Eddie Valiant, and what's your name?" he asked. "Jack, Captain Jack Sparrow." I said, proudly. We walked to his office, I kicked off my shoes, and looked around for his bed. "Hang on a sec" said Eddie as he pulled on a handle that revealed his bed.

"Woah, cool." I said. The shrunken head was still on my belt safe and sound. I got into the bed and went to sleep. But I had trouble sleeping that night, I kept tossing and turning, unable to escape a nightmare I was having.

*In my dream*
I was drawing in my room when Grandmama came in. I grabbed my favorite toys and hid under my bed. "WHERE ARE YOU, YOU LITTLE BRAT?!!?" she yelled. I kept quiet but Grandmama came over to my bed and pulled the covers off me. Next time, I'm hiding in the closet. "Please, grandmama. Don't hurt me. No, don't hurt me." I begged. "I saw you earlier with those matches, bad kids who do bad things get PUNISHED!" she yelled. And with that, I got another beaten from Grandmama. "No! Stop, no! Grandmama, stop! No, stop! Mommy, help me! Save me! Mommy!" I yelled, scared.

I woke up barely being able to breath. I tried to fall back asleep. But that awful memory kept repeating in my head, keeping me up. I tried my hardest to fall back asleep. But with the fear that was brought up with the memory being back in my mind, I didn't get a wink of sleep. I tried and tried and tried but I still couldn't go to sleep, I woke up the next morning feeling exhausted. I saw Eddie sitting at his desk, passed out drunk. This guy who was smoking a cigarette went up to him, grabbed the beer bottle out of Eddie's hand, threw it in a trash can which woke up Eddie immediately, and dropped the trash can causing another loud sound. "Lieutenant Santino, where'd you come from?" asked Eddie. "Gee whiz, Eddie. If you needed money so badly, why didn't you come to me?" asked Santino. "So I took a couple of dirty pictures, so kill me." grumbled Eddie, pouring another drink. "I already got a stiff on my hands, thank you." Santino remarked. "Huh?" said Eddie. "Marvin Acme. The rabbit cacked him last night." explained Santino. "What?" breathed Eddie.