Gadget, Chip, Dale, Monty and Zipper are (C) Disney. Lets
not shatter their illusions. :-)
Awakening was hard. Head threated to split apart, mouth
was dry as Arisona desert into midday at summer solstice. Ter-
rible and newer before known feelings. Chip weakly rolled on
side and sat up.
"Who?.. Where?..."
He looked around. All things around him were well known -
the bottom of top bunk, the chair, the table, whe window. He
was into his own room, into RR Headquarters.
"Ahhh... Of course..."
Then surfaced other memories. First misty, they slowly
took the sharpness and colour.
He and Dale arguing at the Gadgets workshop... The claim
of the best driver of Rangermobile... Then he already at the
wheel, driving into fast frenzy. He will show Dale, who here
is the best... The sharp turn... Rangermobile slides out of
control... Brick wall ahead... The barrel... Spirit... Spirit
everywhere...
After that there were only some bright specks of rainbow-
coloured objects, moving chaotically before his eyes.
While Chip was trying to fill the gaps in his memory, his
body was already taking care about more prosaic necessarities.
His legs were on their own, carrying him toward the bathroom,
and he with sigh of relief pushed head under the could water
pipe. After few mins of downpour he started feel a bit better.
At least, he no more was afraid, his head will explode. He
wasnt hungry, but by pure reflex turned toward kitchen, trying
by the aroma in air catch info of what will be for the dinner.
"I would have bet, it's Dale's turn to cook, but smells
for cheese... Be it Monty's way, whole world would eat only
cheese."
"Hai, Monty," Chip murmured, trying sound as good as usu-
ally, and failing terribly. "I feel awful today," he added la-
ter, seeing Monty not falling for the lies.
Monty turned to him. From his shoulder Zipper too looked
at the unofficial Rangers leader. "Hai, Chip", he answered in-
to some mild and consoling voice. "Dont worry. It can happen
with everyone."
Something clicked into Chip's head. Even headpain stepped
back for a moment.
"Happen what?" he said weakly.
"What happened. And now it is done and cant be undone
anymore", Monty answered into same mild sad voice. Zipper squ-
eaked something in agreement and stretched on his big friends
shoulder.
Chip froze. He suspected, there had happened something,
he didn't remember, but something BAD? Being too afraid to
ask, he turned around and decided to return to his room.
Chip walked down the corridor, trying to sort his fee-
lings after the swimming into spirit pool. Suddenly from the
faceless specks of colours appeared Gadget's face. Terrified
Gadget's face. Before he remembered more, he collided with the
Dale coming in opposite direction.
"Greetings, Dale."
"Gree-etings..." Dale answered into stretched and tea-
singly slow voice. "Just look at our fearless leader, he does
not remember what he did yesterday, does he?" Not giving Chip
any chances to object, he turned and walked toward the kitc-
hen.
Chip stood into the corridor for a few moments, then tur-
ned around and followed Dale. Gadget's face was still into his
mind.
"What did i do? Was it something with her? I cant remem-
ber"
Then a bad thought crawled into his mind.
"It cant be that i..." Chip suddenly turned beetle-red.
It was time for breakfast. Dale and Monty already were
into common room. It looked that Zipper had declined to join
company. And Gadget was missing too.
Three men sat at the table without the single word exc-
hanged. Chip wasnt hungry, but was filling his stomach with
cheese pancakes on automatic, while trying to sort his memori-
es. Memories, that were turning out darker and darker...
Then into doorway appeared Gadget. She had'nt the casual
smile on her face. She took a short look at all sitting at the
table, and crossed eyes with Chip. Then she shook head, murmu-
red something too low for Chip to hear, closed face with hands
and run away. From the corridor sounded the gasp. As from la-
ugh. Or as from someone crying.
Chip stuffed remains of pancake into mouth, stood up and
into fast steps moved to his room. Dale into surprise looked
after him.
"Then that happened... What have i done..." single tho-
ught was beating into his head into same rhytm his heart was
jumping at his ribs. Catching some clothes and belongings into
dust-bag, he now dashed toward the exit.
"I have to leave! I can't stay here anymore! And why i
did allow Dale to tease me into that race?! Be I more cool-he-
aded, nothing of this may have happened..." he was repeating
into the selfpity, as he run out of the Headquarters. "How I
would look her into eyes."
Then he froze. "Gadget! How SHE will feel my escape?! As
the treason?! What a lowlife I am!"
Chip turned around. Into slow but steady steps he moved
back into treehouse.
"I need to talk with them all. To explain. And I need to
talk with Gadget." Deciding that, he pulled in air and opened
doors to the common room.
All Rangers were sitting around the round table.
"... left! Dale, its time to end this all!"
It was Gadget's voice. She was angry, but she sounded li-
ke the same old Gadget.
"Only a bit more!" Dale whined.
Chip stepped in, but the other four were too immersed in-
to conversation to notice him.
"You're right, luv. I will go and explain to Chip, he
simply slept thirty six hours after that spirit bath..." Monty
started to rise.
"WHAT?!!" Chip jumped to the center of room, puling hands
into fists. "So its all is Your imagination. You... You..."
Monty managed to cover Dale with his massive back, before
Chip reached the terrified chipmunk.
"Chip, we all were guilty. We did get too carried on.
Sorry," Gadget stepped in too.
Chip lovered his hands and stopped attempts to crush Da-
le's throat.
"Sorry, Chipper. I only wanted to teach You for being so
selfconfident", Dale's nose varily appeared from below Monty's
elbow.
"And we all agreed to support this stupid game", Monty
ended.
Chip looked at them all, and sighted.
"I have already got the worst lesson. By getting into
that barrel in first place."
The End.
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