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Dipped - Disney creepypasta

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    So a few months ago I was at Disneyland. It was just me and some friends- I think there was about six of us. It was right after Halloween. It was kinda weird because they hadn’t quite taken down all of the decorations. I think the Christmas decorations were already going up, but I guess that’s not important.
    Anyway, we wanted to try and hide out in the park until after they closed for the night. ‘Cuz, y’know, we’re teenagers and breaking rules and all that. I can’t remember who said it first- it just sorta happened. But we were all thinking the same thing. We managed to hide in the Fantasyland bathrooms, and then we snuck out and started wandering around the park. I still wonder why nobody checked those rooms. Only a few lights were on, probably so that the cast members could still get around, or something. The music was still playing, very quietly, but there were no rides running, and we were feeling pretty good about ourselves.
    We worked our way over to the entrance of Mickey’s Toon Town and decided to go in. It looked like Roger Rabbit’s Car Toon Spin was still running, because we could hear some noises coming out of it. We were surprised because it had been closed for repairs that day. We figured they must be doing some safety tests or something. I noticed the Benny the Cab statue at the entrance was missing its passenger- for some reason, Roger wasn’t there.
    We tried some of the interactive stuff- y’know, the things that make noise when you touch them- and only two of them were working, but they weren’t working properly. One was the manhole cover, usually stepping on it made it say something silly or tell a joke. The volume was way off, and you could hardly hear anything. It sounded more like whispering.
    The other was the police phone. It wasn’t working right either. It kept playing the same recording over and over, the one about Roger getting hit on the head with a block of ice I think. It was just a busy signal in between. Made me wonder about that pile of ice we saw while we were wandering around… I thought it was just an odd coincidence at the time, just a mess somebody made, but now I’m not so sure.

    One of our group was a guy named Drew- he was pretty much the nerdy one. Heck, he’d insisted on getting a pair of Mickey ears with his name on it. We were always making him do dumb stuff because he was always trying to get our approval- you know the type. Anyway, we all dared him to go inside Car Toon Spin. He refused to at first, but we always manage to get him to do it.
    So in he went, while we waited for him to come out. We waited about a quarter of an hour before we started getting worried. We decided to go in and look for him.

    It was pretty quiet inside, most of the lights were on, but almost none of the sounds were playing. Actually, in hindsight, the only thing we could hear was the voices of, um… the weasels.
    …You know the manhole on the ground right when you go in? You can hear the weasels’ voices coming out from there. I guess they’re hiding in the sewers. Anyway, I know the lines pretty well. I’ve ridden this ride more times than I can count, ever since I was a kid. But this time, something was… well, different.

    It was the usual dialogue at first.
    The leader spoke first. I could never remember their names. “Hey, pipe down, ya sockheads! Somebody’s out dere. …I can hear ‘em.”
    “Out where, boss?” It was the stupid one.
    “Out dere on da street, wise guy! I can hear ‘em walkin’ ‘n’ talkin’.”
    “I hear ‘em too! You want me to go out and take care of ‘em??” This was the crazy one in a straitjacket. He always creeped me out as a kid.
    This was when they started going off-script. “Nah, let’s get rid of ‘em like we did the other one. That’ll teach ‘em to listen in on our plans.”
    Then they went quiet.

    I was shocked. I tried pointing it out to the others, but they just said I was imagining things. I figured maybe I was.
    We kept going, I think I was the only one who noticed that they only had a few things turned on. The gorilla wasn’t at the door, Jessica’s silhouette didn’t show up. Baby Herman was silent and still. We got to the weasel’s hideout, and the leader’s shadow appeared in the window but it didn’t move. I couldn’t figure it out. The boiler room was up and running though.
    I remarked on it, and someone (I forget who) said that maybe they only had enough to test the ride with. That seemed like as good an explanation as any, but it still left me wondering.

    We got to the loading area, and we all hopped the fence and walked into the first part of the ride. That’s when we decided to split up so we could cover more ground. I didn’t think it was such a good idea, but we went and did it anyway.
    The others went in different directions, but I stayed behind. I couldn’t help but stare at the three weasels in the scene, pouring the “Dip” that made your cab start spinning. As much as I tried to tell myself I was imagining things again, but I could swear they were looking at me, sneering gleefully. Maybe it was just a trick of the lighting, since I’m sure they had different expressions.
    I looked over to the leader weasel standing next to a taxi. He was grimacing like I expected, but then I noticed that Jessica was missing. You know how she’s been tied up and thrown in the trunk? She wasn’t there. I stood there, blinking and shaking my head, when I suddenly heard wicked cartoonish laughter coming from behind me.
    I turned back to the other three weasels. They were still staring at me, but they hadn’t moved. It had to be a sound effect playing, I told myself. But somehow I wasn’t convinced.

    I moved on to the streets of Toontown, which were eerily silent again. I quickly passed through the china shop, and came to the factory.
    Just my luck, the factory was the one place there that had to be running full throttle. If you’ve ever been on this ride, you should know what I mean. There was an odd, sour, burnt smell, and I noticed there seemed to be loose wires running across the floor. I was careful not to step on them, but I did get a few electrical sparks spitting at my feet. Maybe this was why it was closed earlier.
    At the back of the room, the insane weasel stood alone, with no Roger in sight. Where was everyone? Were they out for repairs? I was growing more and more uneasy.
    As I approached, I could hear his high-pitched laughing echoing throughout the area as he shocked himself over and over, his toon skeleton showing with each surge of electricity. The burnt smell seemed to be coming from here.
    I was just about to leave when I heard his voice.
    “Wanna join me?”
    I half-expected him to turn around and look at me, but the weasel remained still. The sound of electricity had stopped.
    “It’s fun!” The laughing started again and he went back to electrocuting himself. I stood rigid for a second before I took off and sprinted out of the room.

    I burst into the next scene. I hadn’t seen any of my friends at all since we separated, and I was starting to panic. I hardly even noticed that Roger was missing again, when I suddenly slipped and fell onto my back.
    The whole place seemed to lurch forward as I slid towards the other side of the room. This was the scene where you were supposed to be falling out of the sky. Somehow it felt as if gravity itself had been upturned and I was actually falling straight down. I tried to grab onto something, anything, but all I could reach was the slippery black floor.

    As I crashed through into the warehouse, the change in gravity disappeared as quickly as it had arrived. Everything was right-side-up again.
    I lay there breathing heavily for a moment, my heart pounding in my chest, before I scrambled to my feet. I looked around. I knew there were more weasels in here. I went on, slowly at first. Maybe they wouldn’t notice me? All I knew was that I was determined to get out of there, friends or no friends.
    I could see another weasel in a cap, holding open a large door with a rope. He had his back to me, so I attempted to sneak past him. I turned the corner, and found him somehow facing my direction, staring straight at me. I kept telling myself that it was just a lifeless animatronic, but I could feel a presence that was more than mere machinery.
    Slowly, he pulled tighter on the rope. He lowered his head, but kept his eyes locked on me.
    “How’d ya like ta wear dis rope for a necktie, chump? Heheheh!”
    I didn’t stick around to answer.

    In the next room stood two more. The Latin weasel wasn’t knocked out like he was supposed to, and Jessica was nowhere to be seen. Now I knew that I wasn’t seeing things.
    The smoking weasel’s head was clouded by thick, acrid smoke. I could barely breathe. The Latin weasel snapped open a switchblade knife. Bright red paint dripped from its point.
    In fact, everywhere I looked paint dripped from the ceilings and walls. The normally static props all appeared to melting on the spot. I slipped again and fell on the wet floor, just barely managing to get up again as a huge metal safe, filled with oozing green fluid, heaved downward from above me. A few seconds later, it might have crushed my head beneath it.

    I made my way towards the exit, stopping short as I came face-to-face with the leader weasel at the controls of the Dip machine, grinning madly. I could feel a powerful mix of hate and glee emanating from the figure. Even his eyes seemed to have a glint of life in them.
    I took a step back and stepped in something wet and squishy. Beneath my feet was a large puddle of flesh-colored paint, mixed with red. A sopping wet pile of clothes sat in the middle. As soon as I saw the mouse ears I knew they were Drew’s clothes. A horrible smell invaded my nostrils- a bizarre mix of paint, turpentine, and blood. I stared at it, retching, and looked up at the weasel again.
    “Dis one’s for da Judge.”
    He pulled down on one of the levers, releasing a thick, viscous stream of hot green liquid. I just barely managed to leap out of the way, as it took down the wall behind me, completely dissolving it.
    At the exit I found a Roger animatronic still remaining. It was the only one I had seen the entire time I was there. But there was one problem- his head was missing. In its place were a few wires sticking out, sparking. In a garbled voice that sounded like a busted old radio, Roger spoke.
    “Don’t worry, you’ll get through this! I promise!”
    Not only was he in the wrong part of the ride, it wasn’t quite the same wording. But somehow I believed him and ran through the “portable hole” he held out, escaping with my life.

***

    I was gasping for breath when I finally reached the outside and caught up with one my friends. He looked as scared as I felt.
    “There’s voices coming out of the other manhole,” he said, eyes wide.
    After staring at him for a second, trying to comprehend, I asked him what he had heard.
    “It’s the weasels,” he said, “I don’t know. It sounds like them, anyway… But it sounded like- like the dumb one was asking why they were in the sewer…”
    “So?”
    “Well- the leader weasel said-” he paused, looking unsure if he knew what he was talking about- “He said, ‘We’re all in the sewers. All of our brothers are in the sewers now. And soon everyone else will be.’”

***

    None of my friends had seen Drew or any of the other things I described. They had all been too scared by the factory and took the emergency exit.
    We found a cast member and I tried to explain what happened without sounding too crazy- our friend was missing, and something was wrong with the ride. They checked it out but they couldn’t find anything. Everything was normal and there was no sign of Drew.
    My friends aren’t convinced what I saw was real, but they’re sure something messed up was going on.

    I’m sure it’s safe to go on Car Toon Spin during the day, but for the love of God, don’t go in after hours. The weasels are still in there.

If you like creepypastas, especially Disney creepypastas, here’s another that I hope you guys will find appropriately spooky.
Based on my love of Roger Rabbit, Disney weasels, and my experiences riding Car Toon Spin (with my eyes open XD) for the first time several years ago- probably one of the turning points in my life, so I tried to put that into the story.

(I was going to submit this here anyway, but apparently the admins at the creepypasta wiki are a bunch of jerkwads, so here it is.)

EDIT: Updated. I've been kinda bummed about the lukewarm response this has gotten, but I couldn't figure out exactly what wasn't right about the story. I was inspired by some Robert E. Howard I've been reading, so I made up my own mind about it and ramped up the emotion, among other things. Hopefully it's creepier!

EDIT 2: Revised slightly based on input I got elsewhere. Special thanks to AtLeastImGenreSavvy on reddit!
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flyscratch's avatar
i was convinced there were no roger rabbit creepypasta's i guess i was wrong