Adventure #3: The Cruise

Four months later, Mike was going on a Disney cruise with his friend Bob the Magician. "I love that Harry Potter movie! So much magic! I wonder if Harry Potter will be on the ship?" said Bob as they boarded the ship. "Harry Potter's not a Disney movie" said Mike, scanning his card on the scanner. They quickly did a little jig up the stairs. Everyone was looking at them. Bob stopped dancing. "What? Why can't a magician dance?" "Bob, I don't think magicians dance. They do magic tricks!" replied Mike. Bob said, "Aaaaawww! I like to dance! I'm 93! I mean, 39!" They slowly opened the door to Mike's stateroom. "So relaxing!" said Mike as he collapsed on to the soft bed. "Well, better get going! said Bob as he left Mike's room. "I mean; I like to dance! Now I shall do the swimming to get to my room! My room that is faaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaar faaaaaaaaaaaaaaar away." "Your room is next door." said Mike. "And what do you mean by "swimming"?" Soon Bob started making very over exaggerated swimming movements that made it look like he was sick or about to drown or something. Mike sighed, but little did he know of what surprises would await him this cruise.

That night there was a magic show. It should have been performed by Michelle Barona, but there was a mighty miracle and Michelle was stranded on an island and couldn't get back in time for the cruise. So, turns out Bob was hired. "Welcome Bob the Magician!" Mike stared in awe as Bob appeared amid the blaring speakers and bright lights. Bob performed many tricks. Mike's favorite was when he chopped a volunteer in half, and then muttered (rather shouted) some magic words. "Salad on noodles, ketchup on poodles, Bibbidi Bobbidi Boo!" Soon, the volunteer was together again! And the volunteer was wrapped in toilet paper! When they walked back to their staterooms, Mike congratulated Bob. Something was wrong though. Mike knew it. The volunteer was the toilet paper robber! Mike snuck out at midnight to the theater. There, the robber was.

"You again!" Mike shouted, "You got out of jail!" Bob rushed in. "I knew there was something wrong with my volunteer!" The robber looked around, and rushed to the stage. Don't hurt me! I'm 521 years old! I don't know why! With a swish of his new cape, the robber disappeared. "He's gotten a lot smarter" said Mike.

At the robber's house, the robber was getting a surprise ready. Mike would have nightmares; he just knew it. He would do something evil to Mike on Halloween.