Disclaimer: If it ain't Disney's it's mine. Thanks: Aero for threatening my life if I didn't write the next part. ********** Tick tick tick. Ricia stared at the wall. Tick tick tick. She didn't blink or move a muscle. Then.... Every clock chimed the hour. Hundreds upon hundreds of clocks ringing and clanging. "Your joke science has been wiped from Saint Canard University" "Joke science" "Joke science" Ringing and clanging "You're the last one Ricia" "You're the last!" "The last" Ringing and clanging "All the time in the world" "All the time in the world" Time Ringing Time Clanging Then it stopped Tick tick tick ************* "So you see that's how I won the Hyzine Award for chicken farming." Ricia nodded. Her personal ad had worked. Sort of. She had arranged a date with a Mister Quackren. So far he was boring, rude and obnoxious She smiled sweetly and said, "That's wonderful. Now if you'll excuse me I have to go before I beat your head in with the napkin holder. Good night." Ricia walked out of the restaurant. She seemed to be doing that alot lately. She was sick of people. Maybe she'd just become a hermit and live in a cave. Normal flow of time be damned. Chaos sounded kind of nice. She found her self walking past the old lighthouse. Now there was the perfect place. Great view. Nobody to bug you. Really good reading light. "Look out!" Huh? WHAM! Ricia was sprawled on the ground. Next to her was a slightly dented toaster. "Are you alright?" Ricia groaned. "I think so." The stranger looked annoyed. "Not you! The toaster!" Ricia stared at him. He was a rat type creature, dressed in a strange jumpsuit with a battery on his back and a plug hat on his head. She recognized him from the papers. Megavolt. When confronted with a toaster wielding super villian, the sensible course is to scream and run. Ricia stood up and glared at him. "That toaster nearly gave me a concussion!" Megavolt looked at her. "You put a big dent in him" "He started it!" "Did not" "Did too!" "Did not!" "Did too...I'm not having this conversation. Look I want an apology and I want one right now!" "From the toaster?" "I don't care who apologizes! I'm in pain and I just got fired and had a really bad date! I'm in a very bad mood." Megavolt considered this, at least he looked like he was considerng it. He could have been thinking about bagels. At last he looked at her. "You're hurt?" Ricia blew up. "No! I always bleed from my forehead!" He backed away a little. She continued to seethe at him til the dizziness took over and she collasped. ********* She awoke in a small room, her head bandaged. It took her a second to realize she was inside the lighthouse. Megavolt sat staring at her. "Um...are you okay?" Ricia looked warily at him. "Who? Me or the toaster?" "You." "I've got a headache but I'm okay." "He's sorry. The toaster is sorry" Ricia's facial expression softened. "How is he? Is he okay?" Megavolt looked at her in surprise. "You really care?" "Of course. I know how it is. I have...clocks." "Clocks?" Ricia closed her eyes. "Clocks. Hundreds of clocks. And I know all their voices and all their songs. Joy. Fear. Anger." She opened her eyes and gazed steadily at Megavolt. "So you see I understand such things." Megavolt just continued to stare at her. She sighed and glanced at her pocketwatch. "That's nice." Suddenly Ricia remembered she was with a supervillian. She clutched her watch to her. "You can't have it! You can't touch it!" Megavolt tilted his head. "Why?" Ricia blinked. "Um......" Truth be told she had no idea. Her father had said something terrible would happen if somebody besides a Fedora touched the watch. "You can't touch the watch cause you're not a Fedora." Megavolt blinked in confusion. "I can't touch the watch cause I'm not a hat?" Ricia laughed in spite of herself. "No! My last name is Fedora. Only people with Fedora blood can touch the Time Keeper's pocketwatch." Megavolt just nodded and wandered off to check on Mr. Toaster. Ricia sat in the bed looking around her. The room was filled with odds and ends, most of which we're a complete mystery to her. She got up and walked over to something that looked like it was made of coat hangers and an old washing machine. She reached over to press the button. Suddenly a gloved hand grabbed hers. "Don't", Megavolt commanded. Ricia started in surprise. "I...I didn't mean...I was just...um... How's the toaster?" "He wants to see you." "Lead the way" Ricia and Megavolt spent a good part of the day talking to different household appliances. Megavolt introduced her to the blender. She was a willful creature who did what she liked. Ricia admitted it reminded her of her own blender. Megavolt assured her most blenders were like that. The dryer was a old and wise machine who'd seen many things. Ricia listens enraptured by his tales of lights and darks, of delicates and permanant press. She listened with pity as he sobbed out his story of a shrunken sweater. Just as Megavolt was introducing the desklamp Ricia looked at her watch and gasped. "I have to go! My clocks need to be wound!" Megavolt looked disappointed. "Do you have to?" Ricia nodded pulling on her coat. "They need to be wound. Some of them anyway. A few are self-winding...some are digital. But I need to get home. Thank you for everything." She patted the toaster gently, quickly hugged Megavolt and ran out the door. Megavolt's eyes widened as he stared at the closed door. Then he smiled. ******* Ricia fumbled for her keys. A eerie silence met her ears. She was late but...not all the clocks should have stopped. She opened the door and saw the reason for the silence. The mess was incredible. Clock parts strewn all over the place, splintered wood and broken glass littered the carpet. Ricia picked her way through it desperately looking for something intact. Everything was destroyed. Trying to keep herself from screaming she reached for the phone to called the police. End Part III