M
AYBECK APPROACHED
the employee pedestrian entrance to the Animal Kingdom holding a pillowcase that wouldn’t stay still. The Cast Member entrance—employees only—was a revolving door of steel tines that moved only clockwise and required the employee card to open. The unattended entrance—he was grateful for that—required him to swipe the ID card the driver had provided. A red light turned green, and Maybeck pushed through the turnstile. Use of the pillowcase prevented the contents from being seen: the bat. Still, it was too close for comfort, and he was only too happy to dangle it away from his side as he cleared the entrance.
The pillowcase danced again.
“Settle down!” he said harshly, aware that he was speaking to a white pillowcase. Or more precisely, its contents: a Rousette fruit bat.
To his surprise, it quieted.
Willa, an animal lover, had identified the bat the moment Maybeck had caught it. This led to a group discussion of what to do with the thing. Charlene wanted it released and out of the building as quickly as possible. Philby suggested doing something to it that wouldn’t have been approved by the SPCA, and while Willa thought it was “cute” and that it might make an interesting pet, Maybeck and Finn came up with a solution that seemed to please everyone—except Philby, of course, since it meant keeping it alive.
“We can’t let it go,” Finn had said. “I know it’s completely ridiculous to think it might be Maleficent…” Willa groaned at the mention of this. “But what if it is? Or what if we’ve captured Maleficent’s spy? Amanda and I saw a bat at her house. What if that was this same one?”
“If it is Maleficent, don’t you think she’d turn back into herself and do something bad to us?” Willa suggested sarcastically. “I’d say this would be a good time for that.”
“Good point,” Charlene said.
“Wayne told me the heat slows the powers she uses to transform herself. It’s like her kryptonite. We don’t know what she’s capable of,” Finn said. “I just don’t see how it’s worth taking any risks.”
“It’s not,” said Maybeck. “We’ve got to lock it up…do something with it, so it can’t follow us.”
“You all know what I think we should do,” said Philby.
Everyone ignored him.
“It’ll be light out soon. Bats don’t fly around in the daylight. The main thing is: we don’t want it to find us or Maleficent.”
“Why can’t we just hide it among the other bats?” Maybeck said. “Have you even seen the bat enclosure? This thing won’t be going anywhere. And it’s not like Maleficent can walk in there and take it out.”
Finn said, “That’s brilliant!”
“Earth to Maybeck. It’s just a bat. It is
not
Maleficent, or she’d be in our face right now,” said Willa emphatically.
“So you’d just let it go?” Finn asked.
“Not me,” Maybeck said, speaking directly to Finn. “At the least it deserves a bat jail. I can bluff my way into the bat enclosure.”
Maybeck rarely lacked self-confidence.
“And if you’re stopped?” asked Charlene, always the cautious one.
“I’ll tell whoever stops me I’m returning a bat that was sick. You think anyone’s going to want to get up close and personal with this
thing
?” He jiggled the pillowcase. The bat turned and flapped its enormous wings and tried to nip at Maybeck through the fabric.
“Okay. That’s settled,” said Charlene. “Let’s just get it out of here.”
And now Maybeck, inside the Park, was telling the contents of his pillowcase to settle down, and much to his astonishment—it obeyed. He told himself that his tone of voice was responsible, that the bat had responded to his anger. But what if it had actually understood him?
At a few minutes past 6
AM
there were more Cast Members in the Park than he would have expected. He realized that employees must arrive between six and seven because they were suddenly everywhere: sweeping, opening up attractions, zipping around in golf carts. It was a frenzy of activity. He followed a road to his left, a road he’d seen a number of Cast Members take, not entirely certain where he was. He’d entered to the left of the main entrance—that much he knew. He sneaked Philby’s map out of his back pocket. Philby had done his homework, supplying both a Disney illustrated map with a key and a Google Earth satellite view of the area. On the satellite map he’d drawn and labeled some red circles, including DeVine’s entrance gate, the two monkey temples, the Conservation Station, the Park’s main entrance, and the group rendezvous spot.
Once on Discovery Island, Maybeck headed for Asia and the Maharajah Jungle Trek.
Some birds called out from the top of a tree. He moved a little faster.
He crossed Discovery Island, to the right of the Tree of Life, aiming for a bridge to Asia. He texted into the DS.
mybest: i’m inside, on the island.
Finn: okay.
With each of the kids checked in to the chat room, they could all follow the conversation.
Maybeck then wrote to warn them about how many Cast Members were already in the Park.
mybest: until park opens u will stick out unless dressed as a cast member.
Had Maybeck looked back and slightly to his left, he would have seen that what had started as six or seven birds was now many times that number. They flew to the next tree and settled there. Then more joined them, and they flew to the next tree.
Finn: will wait 4 park opening, discovered something useful, meet us
@
home base?mybest: need to play bat boy first, will meet u after park opens.
philitup: agreed, will meet @ home base after park opens.
willatree: how’s the bat?
mybest: quiet for now.
He was glad the bat had stopped moving so much. He didn’t dare inform the others that he thought the thing understood what he said.
He crossed the bridge—the entrance to the Maharajah Jungle Trek just ahead. A cacophony surrounded him; he could barely hear himself think. He looked up to see two trees full of birds. For a moment, it seemed as if they were following him.
Na
…he thought.
Couldn’t be…
Finn had heightened Maybeck’s curiosity. What had they discovered in the short time it had taken him to enter the Park?
More obnoxious bird noises overhead.
He looked up.
Four trees. Hundreds of birds.
What the…
?
P
HILBY SWIPED THE
ID through the card reader at the door to the AK Maintenance facility. A small red light turned green, and Philby pulled on the door. It opened, and no alarms sounded.
Finn held out his hand to Amanda, who looked down at her sister’s diary and then reluctantly gave the book to him.
“I’m not sure she’d want me doing this,” Amanda said, still keeping one hand on the diary, unwilling to fully let it go.
“I promise, only the pages we talked about,” Finn said.
“We don’t know that they have anything to do with this,” Amanda protested.
“You’re the one who said she could dream the future.”
“Sometimes, sure. But this is personal stuff.”
“You said she wrote in it each morning after waking up.
“It’s true. She did,” Amanda confirmed.
“Then maybe, without knowing, she left us clues how to find her. She drew lightning striking a castle. There are drawings of monkeys in there.” He tugged gently on the journal, but Amanda would not let it go.
“Please,” Finn said to her.
For a moment the journal connected them. Then Amanda let go.
“You’re standing guard for us,” Finn reminded her.
He held up his DS. “Send us a text if you see anyone coming.”
“Okay,” she said, her eyes filled with concern.
“All we’re going to do is make copies,” Finn reminded her. “There’s got to be a copy machine or a scanner inside.”
“And what about bats?” she asked.
“We’ll be careful. I promise,” Finn said.
He followed Philby inside to a reception area, where a well-organized desk held a telephone and computer. Some Disney cartoons were taped to the computer monitor, and there were framed pictures of three kids. The few lights that had been left on cast murky shadows and offered a dimly lit corridor running in both directions off this front room. There were two signs, each with an arrow: one read
MAINTENANCE
and pointed left; the other read
ANIMATION TRAINING LAB
and pointed right.
“Cool,” Philby said, turning right. “I’ve got to see this.”
The animation training lab was a garagelike workshop that reminded Finn of the workshop in his grandfather’s basement. The L-shaped room had countertops that ran along every wall, behind which were pegboards holding every conceivable kind of tool. Computers and hand tools littered the counters. But what made it much different from Grandpop’s basement was its purpose. The room was designed for the repair of the Audio-Animatronics—the talking robots—that were used extensively throughout the Park. The result was the disturbing presence of human torsos, heads, hands, and legs in every stage of creation, from pieces that looked like robots to painted faces dressed in costumes that seemed so real Philby kept spinning in circles, afraid one or more of them might suddenly move or attack. Of equal concern were the dozens of animals under construction, including pieces of tigers, lions, Stitch, Donald Duck, and a fantastic hand—possibly from a gorilla—that was nearly three feet across and supported by a metal superstructure that held it four feet off the floor.
“Whoa…” Philby said, taking a look around. Both boys spoke in whispers, as if the “body” parts might overhear them.
“Somehow I don’t think we’ll find a copier in here,” Finn said, holding Jez’s journal.
“Oh, I bet you’re wrong. Give me a minute.” Philby walked the lines of workbenches. He muttered words like “impressive” and “interesting” and “incredible.” Then he addressed Finn. “Articulated, motor-controlled limb movement—very cutting edge.” He stopped in front of a six-foot tyrannosaur head with wires sticking out of a missing eye.
“What about a copier?” Finn reminded him, not so impressed.
“Yeah, okay,” Philby said. “But I could stay here for hours.”
“Let’s save the extra-credit work for another time.”
Philby’s curiosity carried him to the far end of the room, where the lab opened out into a large space that appeared to be used for assembly. Most of the robotic dummies stood on their own here—cables and wires running from them—and many were at least partially clothed and had faces. Most of the Audio-Animatronics were of animals in various poses, all of which looked incredibly lifelike. But it was the far end of the room that intrigued Philby.
“Check it out,” he said, approaching the area somewhat cautiously and with great respect. “Remember this?” he asked.
The three walls at the end of the room were covered in jungle-green paper, as was the floor. There were stage lights and tripods and cameras and a dozen computers on rolling stands.
“I do,” said Finn. He and the other DHI kids, upon acceptance by Disney, had been computer-modeled by Disney Imagineers. Their movements were recorded to create the DHIs. The empty cages off to their left suggested the obvious.
“Animals,” Philby said, immediately understanding the setup. “They motion-modeled animals here to create DHIs.”
“Wayne told me they were doing that,” Finn said. “Animal hosts.” The cameras were all set low to the ground. Then there were the cages and—he realized as he stepped closer—paw marks seen faintly on the green-paper floor covering.
“Check it out,” Philby said again, this time directing Finn’s attention to five photographs thumbtacked to the wall nearby. There were several monkeys, a baby elephant, a pair of tigers, and a gorilla.
“Got it!” Finn said, pointing to a flatbed scanner hooked up to a computer. He touched the computer’s space bar and the machine woke up.
Philby laid Jez’s diary on the scanner bed and began scanning the pages. As he printed them out, Finn received a text message.
panda: 2 guys out front!!!
“Visitors!” Finn whispered to Philby.
Finn: got it! thanx
The lab’s only door was a long way away. There was one
EMERGENCY ONLY
door to the right of the green-screen area, but it had an alarm, and Finn had no desire to draw the wrath of Security upon him and Philby before they managed to even get into the Park.
“We can hide!” Philby said in a harsh whisper. He pointed to an area where dozens of parts and partial bodies of the Audio-Animatronics figures had been heaped into a kind of junk pile. Many of the human robots had faces that looked phenomenally real.
Finn grabbed the printouts, and the boys jumped into the junk pile, worming their way down into the parts so that only their shoulders and faces showed. They blended in with the robotic human parts.
Two men entered the room, both wearing dark blue coveralls. Neither seemed surprised to find the lights turned on—something Philby had done upon entering.
“It’s always something,” the thinner of the two said. “I could have told you the sound system was going to go out at some point. They should have rewired the Asia system when they installed Expedition Everest. Not my fault.”
The men scrounged around on the workbenches, apparently looking for parts.
“Finding the break in the wire, if there is one, is going to be a bear,” said the heavier man.
“Don’t mention bears,” said the other one. He pointed to an Audio-Animatronics figure of a standing bear cub designed for the Country Bear Jamboree. “This one will get jealous.”
Both men laughed—harder than the joke deserved.
The thin one suddenly turned and headed directly for the junk pile where the boys were hidden. “Didn’t we loan these guys our acoustic coupler?”
“It’s the tester we’re looking for. Forget the coupler.”
The thin man picked up a piece of one of the robots. He was about two feet away from Finn, who held his breath in an attempt not to be noticed.
“You know what?” the thin man said, looking right at Finn, then at Philby, then at the stack of robots. “This place gives me the creeps sometimes. Some of these things look so real…I gotta tell you.”
“Found it!” the bigger man said. He held up a box with a lot of wires running out of it. “I knew the guys had borrowed it.”
He tucked the box under his arm. The two men reached the door. The thin man stopped at the light switch.
“Hey,” he said, “did you turn on the lights when we came in? Because I didn’t.”
“I don’t think I did.”
Finn felt sweat trickling down his rib cage. He calculated the distance to the emergency door, ready to run for it.
“Well,” said the big man. He switched off the lights.