It wasn't everyday you fall in the arms of an insanely hot, motorbike-riding, and did I mention he is incredibly hot, Handsome boy. Every adjective of attractive you can imagine in the dictionary. That is what describes Butchy. Rudely I was brought to reality, Brady had interrupted the nice feeling of being held by Butchy to bring me back down to planet earth.

" Mor. Could I .. talk? With you? It's kind of important. Like, really, this needs some addressing." I don't know what has him wide eyed like he is, he's usually high spirited lacking any serious bone in his body. With no time to protest, I'm tugged away from Butchy.

" I will be back, just give me a second. Don't go anywhere." As if he would move out of the scene. He started moving, to follow my steps, staring with a daydreaming and admiringly speculation. An expression sparkles as though admiring a existence to something beautiful. The feeling of his fingers slide off my hand, made mine feel bare. " I will be back, just in a minute, Biker boy. Just stay there." His eyes. Those adorable brown eyes are un-blinking, copying a puppy waiting for its owner to give a command. No thoughts in his brain.

Mack is frazzled, venting her relief at noticing me." That mannequin with six rows of teeth just asked me out." Hang on just a second. Does she mean tanner? No that isn't suppose to happen. Oh that for sure will alter everything.

Mack looks, particularly to tanner now to who is smouldering and showing off his blindingly opaque teeth. He is transfixed on her.

" Oh my lanta." Activity in big mommas had paused, no music had begun. I take in the sight of every single surfer, even bikers, are stuck in groups. " there is things going wrong. Here. This can't be.." I say observing the diner.

" Mor. There is a long list of things that aren't right, here. Starting with the fact there are enough things to write a list." I don't think mack is aware of what exactly is going on. 'This is the definition and exact description of not good.' Not a single person has made a move. This is actually pretty disturbing.

" Nothings happening. It's almost, it's almost dull." Brady's, if it's possible, frown becomes deeper. In fact I didn't think it was possible for him to be this way. Mack continues to be confused. "And?" She asks.

" Okay. So when Lela sings that song, about finding the perfect boy and being happy.." mack sighs, hearing the description of how it takes a girl, to meet a boy, is when she will the most happiest in her life.

" You see. that's exactly my point. Why does she need a boy to be happy?"

Brady waves her off. She's not understanding what is going on. I use both arms, holding my elbows. " The thing is, after she sings that specific song, Mackie. It's actually tanner who's supposed to catch and break her fall as he's walking by. What caused him to do that? How did it happen?" So many answers I want to know. This changes the direction and how the movie is going to continue.

" After Brady.. and I spoke, I wanted fresh air. Formulate a plan of how I am going to make my flight back home. Then Tanner bumped in to me, or I did he, which is beside every point I am making."

'Okay. Definitely going to cause problems. Then who caught Lela... oh. Brady. No.' This was enough to have me groan out loud, scrunching my facial muscles. I wave a finger. " Yep. We are screwed. Because Tanner and Lela are the ones to be pulled apart, then a full-on dancing war breaks out. But because of us being here, that won't happen now. This is." Butchy held his vest, puffing out his cheeks, not understanding what should be proceeding.

'I am going to have gray hairs before I am eighteen. I've never ever had this much stress before.' Not one surfer or biker moves, avoiding to ever look in either of those among them. " It's like nobody knows exactly what to do next." This is the exact scenario that defeats all plausible predictions I could ever contemplate ever seeing, witness right now. Definitely all good. 'Don't worry it's probably not as bad. Who am I trying to convince here.'

Mack had taken brady, then I, outside of big momma's. Brady has his hand massaging both eyes, fighting off a headache. " So. Lela and Tanner were supposed to fall into each other's arms, find love. Then are brought apart because of a turf war? This is how the movies written?"

Mack had trouble fathoming what a musical from the sixties is truely about. It's cheesy, absurd, but it's a classic. The plot is like that on purpose.

" But, instead, they fell into our arms. Now they're.. into us. And don't even get me started on the fact Butchy, THE rodent enemy brother of Lela, fancies Mor. That's cool, You have the rivalling gang leaders attention and he won't leave you alone. Wait.. does this mean I will have a fictionalised brother-in-law? That's Rad, dude. Awesome!".

Brady goes off saying what he is thinking openly. He's talking on the topic of me marrying Butchy, like right now, he is for real.

'Not that I wouldn't say yes. Because I will. Mr, and Mrs. Butchy. Morgan and Butchy.'

Mack shakes her head, insisting on focusing what is going on. " Can you please try to take this serious, Brady. No talk of marriage. So, what, there is not a turf war happening. Now?" She ponders, her body language nervous.

" Right." Confirms my brother, an extra back drop character strums the strings in his old ukulele." So we changed the movie." I kind of figured that one on my own there.

" We changed the movie." Cue the freaking out. Her tone becomes squeaky, as though you could hear each hysterics coming to surface.

" Well, do you think it will affect anything?" She is asking the right questions. I stare out in the night, trash cans are made shift to be bon-fires, lighted up by fire orange illumination. I let my mind drift to where butchy is, he is probably not far away.

" It affected who they fell for. Who knows what it could affect also? Barnacles! Even Butchy, mind you who never had a love interest, now has an infatuation for Mor. Like how does that happen?"

I was the girl who was caught by Butchy and even I'm still in disbelief of it actually being real. Mack got down on Brady's size, hands both over his forearm. " Okay. Okay. Brady, Mor. You both said there's a storm at the end of the movie. Right? That we can All ride out of here on."

If my memory remembers correct it's three days after the events of tonight. There is no way we can survive three in movie days here. Brady confirms her theory. We're basically screwed even if it there was some chance of ever leaving. Though, critiquing, time duration works differently when it came to fiction. Plus, this will be in my favour. More 'days' to spend with mack. And stay with Butchy. I'm not entirely certain there will ever another given chance to really convey how amazing this is.

" I'm going to ask you something, even though I know, and I know you, you know, I don't want wanna know. Is there anything that happens in the next three days that could affect that storm?" Mack discerns, sweetly stroking Brady's hair that grew on his arm. 'Les camemberts secret hide out that is isn't so much of a hideout. Hiding in plain sight.'

The lighthouse. a mental image, light bulb, is turned on in Brady's and he too realises what I was also thinking. " See! Didn't want to know!" Damn Brady and how fast he can move, I lift the hems to my dress kicking off my ballerina flats. " wait. Don't run so quickly, b! Mackie!" I seen party goers on the coast line continuing through the night.

" If you're looking for this to make sense. You are on the wrong beach." Mack made a point to say, she is a surfer but not quite the athlete. I could hear her breathing, over-exerting. " I am looking for Les camemberts is building his weather machine. You know? That generates the storm?"

If I were to be an onlooker, hearing all of this nonsense, it would have put me in a mental institution. it made all the sense unfortunately.

" How often do you hear that sentence? Do you know how insane it does seem and look? Brady. Mor." Mack has a point. But if there is definitely anything, I have confidence in, finding Les and the mad scientist. Doctor fusion. " Remember? I told you about the maniacal real estate developer. Les knows this is beach front property will be gold, someday. So, he tells big momma to sell it to him. And build an over-priced resort. She says no."

Brady basically does a whole movie run-down. I need a break from running, my feet are aching at the over-use of exercise. 'I'm. Out. Of. Shape. I'm a surfer, that can ride giant waves and running is something I can't do. Great.' I stop, growing tired, placing a hand on my stomach.

'That is so not menacing. Not. At. All.' Electrical engineered pulses strike out of an 'abandoned' lighthouse. Blue and purple in colour. 'I suppose we found Les. That is too easy.' Brady exclaims, with reasonable surprise.

" No way. That's the Camembert hideout. We found it, Mack. Mor. Let's go. Come on!" I whine; helplessly. I'm immature, I know. Sue me.

'This is all but ruining the magic of being in a movie. I don't want to possibly be struck by a man-made weather weapon. Imagine my gravestone. Cause of death, yeah. Assassinated by machine. Great. Just perfect.'

Every girl dreams of unfolding a villains world domination scheme, by playing god using a weather manipulate system.

'Lighthouse. Why not anything else.' containers and barrels are on around a boarded entrance.

" Danger. If that isn't the biggest red flag. I don't know how it can get worse than.. well whatever is going happen now."

I commentate, cringing toward the red letters. " How do we get in?" Mack asks, wanting a clue on how to trespass, her attempt to pull on the rusted over handle futile. I violently throw my hand on Brady's arm, slapping it, pointing down to an 'Not welcome' mat. 'Bingo.'

Typical move, hiding a lightning bolt key under a door mat. You would assume Les, the 'mastermind', would hide it more harder. Plot armour at its finest. " Boom." Brady says, proudly. Taking credit for my find. Mack rolls her head, being tired of my brother.

Wires hang dangerously low on over barrels, sizzling to life. I cursed, to myself, at the dress design. It made super hard for me to safely move and make no noise. " You know, I've dreamed of a scheme ever since I was a mere lad. Conning my school fellows out of their lunch money." Les 'British' dialect is easy to understand, if you really listen his actual accent can be quite easy to see. He's American and from Pittsburgh. Pretending to be English.

" Lunch. How about take-out?" Doctor Fusion, Les camembert 'associate' henchman, practically mouth waters at mention of food. It came to me I had never actually understood why he acts all proper, posh. 'Maybe he wants to be interesting.' Chalkboards are behind Les, hand-drawn diagrams to show how he is intending on using his man-made weather system. Not so concerning, a blast of electricity shown.

" .. But he's from Pittsburgh." Brady finishes talking, explaining to Mack who les is. 'Okay. Now that is a ridiculously gigantic wrench. Who decided on the prop design team, that is safe.' Dr fusion, quite a round the edge man weight wise which there is nothing wrong of the kind to have an extra few pounds on your body, manically giggles excited to work on his invention. Les had taken credit but fusion is the creator. " What are they building?" Asks mack in a brash whisper.

" Les, that English moron. He hires Doctor fusion, a mad scientist, to carry out this entire operation. In hindsight Les has no clue how to use it, Fusion does but never got his credit because of him."

The fact this machine is right before me is actual insanity. Brady brought Mack and I to a space opening, making it certain we weren't seen. " That is Les Camembert's diabolical weather altering machine." He says, then a crescendo of a melodramatic sound plays as if saying 'Diabolical weather altering machine' cued a special sound effect. Similar to laugh tracks on a sit-com.

Fusion is 'reading' a step by step Manual.

" yes. Yes. Yes. Manual? This things almost built, shouldn't you be off-book?" Les, perplexed at the thought of trusting a mad scientist who needs instructions, states. He brings him down, getting in his ear though Les is quite loud off screen when it's suppose to be a secret.

" this machine will do drastically change the weather patterns, it will literally still oceans, so there's no longer surf. It will create humidity so dense, it will rust every piece off of those shiny chrome machines. Every surfer will leave to find a new spot to surf, the bikers won't come near this area ever again, and I shall triumph! Triumph, I say!".

That sounds like every main bad guys dialogue now I just wait for his 'manic laugh'.

" You will have the last laugh." Fusion encourages his 'employer' associate. " Yes, well actually, I've always been wary of the last laugh. I mean, what If it was only moderately funny?" Les laughs at himself, finding his words rather amusing. Fusion joins in on the laugh, both trying to sound louder than one another. He snaps, covering the laugh in a cough. " And to think. This thing never won an Oscar?" Mack is less than amused. She groans, going to the exit.

" Mack. In the movie, Lela and Tanner discover Les' plan, uniting the surfers and bikers to destroy the machine. Which ends in an explosion. That is what creates the storm." Brady reiterates the story, and plot. Helping her to make sense of it all. " So if Lela and tanner don't get back together, which would put the movie back on track, the way it's supposed to play out..." mack didn't need to finish, as the realisation settles in her face.

" Then chain of events that create storm.." I rub my eyes.

" .. won't happen. Not at all. The whole place will be doomed." I finish what my brother is thinking. 'Never get to go back home.' Despite wanting to say, I would miss Big Poppa and watching colourised tv. Grease won't be out for sixteen years, it's my all time favourite film second to Wet side story.

'At least Butchy is here. Mack, Brady.' Mack says what's on all of our minds. " We'll be stuck, here, and never get home." But there is always a plan to figure out and execute. It's just how long it would be.

" Don't worry. We'll figure it out."

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JASMINE SPEAKS

My gosh. Updating this book of mine is really easy, I swear it's much easier when it's a Disney movie and I love it so much that all ideas just flow out. How is Morgan's dialogue, she's so dramatic and funny. Really shows her age. Comment your thoughts on this chapter.