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Little Green Women 2/2
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    Scully found herself trapped in the
"Its a Small World" ride back in Disney World. She tried to scream through
the gag the leprechaun had made out of a shower cap back at the hotel. It
was useless. No one would hear her over the incessant singing of the
million animatronic annoyances that stared down at her from either side of
the river. Scully had been lucid for a full five hours now, and all of
those hours had been spent tied up on the bottom of a little boat as it
made its way through hell again and again. 
     "It's a small world after all. . . it's a small world after all. . ."
over and over and over and it was worse than Chinese water torture. *Kill
me like you did to Colton, please,* she had mumbled through the gag at the
leprechaun last time she had seen the little green rascal. That was hours
ago as well, and what had once been "Lois" had just laughed, green eyes
glowing. 
     "It's a world of hope, It's a world of fears. . ." the song went on
and on and on and on and on, and it ate at her sanity. The mocking robotic
faces sneered and taunted her as the boat traveled slowly along it's
course. *God save me,* Scully thought, horrified. The park was still
closed because of the murder of Colton. It would be days before anyone
tended to this ride, and by then, she'd be ready for a nice
straightjacket, and it wouldn't matter if the leprechaun had Mulder as a
husband or not. Scully could still see the little vile face as the
leprechaun dreamily explained her master plan. "Fox and I will fall
hopelessly in love. (Hopeless for him, that is.) He'll buy me a house on a
potato farm on the other side o' the rainbow, and a neon-green Lamborghini,
and he'll be father to my litter. . ." Oh, God. A litter. Scully knew she
had to escape, but that little green wench tied the binds tight. Scully
lay on the gum-littered floor of the little boat and struggled against the
ropes. She could feel the music like fingers reaching in and poking at her
brain in time with the rhythm of the music. Scully knew that if she did
not free herself, that the music would indeed take over her mind. Gritting
her teeth, Scully lashed out with her last sane breath, trying to free
herself. The towels dug into her skin as she pushed out against them, but
she could not break free.

     "It's a small world after all. . ."
     
     The leprechaun came back an hour later. She did not stop the music.
Instead, she sang along. The animated people on all sides kept up their
motions as well. This was where her plan came to it's end. Lois the
leprechaun looked over to where small group of animatronic kids were
flying kites. Their hand motions, as they directed their kites were quite
like the motion of stabbing. To one animated arm, the leprechaun tied a
pencil, because she just did not have a knife. Anyway, she was sure it
would work. Her now late husband-to-be had often told the tale of how he'd
killed a man with something as blunt as a a pogo stick. 
     After tying the pencil securely in place, the leprechaun waited for
the boat to come around. It was oh-so-painfully slow. But at last it made
it's way around the bend. It is a small world, after all. As the boat
sailed closer, Lois caught the stupefied half-crazed glaze in Scully's
eyes.
     "It's a small world. . . " Scully sang in a happy little whisper
through the shower-cap-gag. 
     "Okay, great. This won't hurt a bit," Lois said as she magically
lifted Scully's body and placed it next to her in the field of kite
flyers. She didn't put Scully under the pencil quite yet, she needed to
make sure first, that she'd stolen Scully's mind. "Scully?" She crowed.
Scully did not look at her. She just sang in a whisper. It was better than
Lois had first thought. Scully was dead to the world, however small it may
be. Lois raised her arms and began commanding Scully's body towards the
pencil. It drifted through the air and landed nicely, Scully's heart right
underneath the glistening lead. The cute little animatron raised it's arm
in joy, sending the kite up. Then with a squeal of metal on metal, the arm
came down. The first time the pencil hit her flesh, just above her left
breast, Scully laughed as if it were just another part of the ride. It
went through her shirt but did not break skin. Not yet. Lois turned to go
to the control room, and turn up the speed, and thus increase the stabbing
power of the happy little kite flyer. 
     She walked through the forest of grinning lifeless figures, but had
gone only fifteen feet when Fox stepped in her path.
     "Where is she?" Mulder growled.
     "Who are you talking about, Foxy? Come on, baby, let's make love
right here, with all these mechanical little eyes watching. . . you can be
on top. . . " the leprechaun purred in her sleaziest Lois voice. Mulder
stepped forward. "Lois" opened her arms to greet Mulder. He decided to
humor her, not knowing that once a female leprechaun kisses you in her
natural form, you belong to her forever. Luckily, that was no problem,
because as the girly leprechaun puckered up, Mulder kicked her, sending
her reeling. The green "water" in the ride, which has not been changed
since 1971, and has never been water, seethed beneath the off-balance
leprechaun. She struggled for footing, never having a chance. As Mulder
watched in horror, leprechaun flesh hit green liquid. The stuff began to
hiss and boil as Lois was eaten alive. Her features bubbled and boiled
away in the foul green sludge. She tried to scream, but no sound could be
heard over the song drilling into their minds.

     Mulder ran along through the freaky lifeless robots. Scully was still
humming along to the music when he got to her side. Mulder ripped the
pencil from the kite flyer's hand, and knelt next to Scully. She continued
her humming, her glazed green eyes stared past him, to a world that was not
there. Mulder hesitated for a second, and then scooped his partner into his
arms. Tripping through the mob of singing metal, he headed to the exit.
     Once out in the rain, Mulder began releasing the dirty towel binds.
He ripped the spitty shower cap out of Scully's mouth. She kept up her
low, eerie singing.
     "Scully, it's me, Mulder, Scully, answer me," he pleaded. She just
stared at the bleak sky and sang.
     "It's a small world after all. . ." 
     Mulder took her face between his shaking hands, directed her eyes to
him. She didn't even blink. 
     "Scully, please, Scully, snap out of it," he called, voice on the
verge of breaking. Scully did not respond. Her sweet voice continued
spewing the filthy song over and over. Mulder shook her, trying to do
something--anything. e couldn't bear living knowing she was. . . like
this. 
     Mulder then looked to the pencil injury. After repeated rhythmic
stabbing, it had drawn blood. Gingerly, Mulder pulled the collar of
Scully's shirt down to look at the wound. He breathed a sigh of relief as
his fingers revealed it was quite small, and only trickling blood. He
carefully tried wiping some of the blood away, as tears ventured into his
eyes. What if she never snapped out of it? What if she sang that horrible,
brain-sucking tune for the rest of her life?
     "It's a small world," she sang, "It's a small, small world. Mulder,
get your hand off of my breast!" She sat up, tugging her shirt back into
place with one hand and slapping Mulder with the other. She was suddenly
sorry for doing so, then, because she remembered what had been going on.
And to think Mulder's caress of her breast had been what snapped her out
of it. . .
     He reeled from the stinging slap, but then took his partner in a
light embrace. And, to his surprise, she returned it. 
     "Are you okay?" He asked, pulling gently free. 
     "I. . I think so. What about. . .what about Lois?"
     "Lois?"
     "She was the leprechaun. A shape-shifting leprechaun. . ."  Scully
said aloud, a little of the delirium tugging at her mind. While sane, she
would have never voiced it.
     "She's dead." Mulder said, not sure if Scully was in her right mind. 
     "Good," Scully said quietly. Mulder stood, and then reached down to
help his partner to her feet. the rain started coming down faster, and
they ran side-by side, Mulder's hand guiding the still-unsteady Scully
along on the small of her back. They reached another one of the buildings,
and ducked inside. 

     "Scully, are you sure you're okay?" He asked, after watching her zone
out a little while. He hated the marble look her eyes took on. 
     "Hmm? Yeah." She said. Ever since they'd ducked into the little
restaurant, he could tell she was bothered by something. As he'd called
for some backup, to look for whatever existed of the leprechaun's body,
she'd just sat at a table and tapped out a rhythm to the tune of that
hateful song. He'd walked over to her and tenderly stopped her hand. She
didn't even seem to notice she was doing it. She'd had that look in her
eyes then. Who knows if it could return to steal her back into her own
small world?
     "Are you sure?"
     "Yes." She said, her voice hard. It was a definite and-that-is-that
Scully voice. Thank god.
     "Alright." He mumbled, sitting in the booth, across from her.
     "There's just one thing," she said. Immediately, Mulder worried.
     "What?"
     "We still haven't had our three wishes." She said, smiling. Mulder
sighed. He knew she was gonna be okay.

The End
(for now ?)

PS. I do not mean to badmouth Disney World. It rocks!! Well, its just that
the "Its a Small World" ride is a little annoying. . . 

Come on and E-mail me now. What did you think? I know it wasn't as good as
"Three Wishes," but what did you think anyway? Would you like to see
another leprechaun story? Or would you rather have me dump my computer off
the edge of the world? I'm ready and waiting for *all* comments here at
JBeanfest@aol.com

". . .bagpipers and leprechauns. . . hip-twitching Polynesians, surfers,
and even dolphins--sing and dance to a melody that will run through your
head for hours after you float out of their wonderland." -- From a
paragraph describing the "It's a Small World" ride in Disney World in a
1987 guidebook. Seriously!