"Okay, you little brat, you've caused enough trouble around here!" Cynthia Harris screamed at J.J. The insanity that had overtaken Cynthia was causing her to slur her words, but it didn't matter. J.J. could not hear her anyway. J.J. just kept smiling, and waving, at her, though it was hard to wave with the handcuffs on.

"You have no idea of the danger you are now in," said Cynthia Harris, and she was right. J.J. had no idea of the terrible danger he was now in.

J.J. had been warned by his girlfriend, cast member, Cinde, about the secret cast member initiation rites that would happen soon, now that he had become a Disney employee. J.J. was unaware that his girlfriend, cast member, Cinde, had planned for the initiation rites to be a kiss, from her, on Saturday night, in New Orleans Square, at closing time, and not tonight, Wednesday night in Cynthia Harris's secret torture chamber deep below Disneyland.

Cynthia Harris, president of Disneyland couldn't believe this was the kid, this was the twerp, this was the little punk, who tortured her thoughts. How could this grinning, waving, robot have come to cause her so much trouble?

At first, Cynthia's plan was simple. She would kill J.J. That was it. That was the plan. She would kill J.J., clean, and simple. She wasn't going to waste any more time, or money, thinking about J.J. But, then, as time went on, her insanity started to take control of her mind. It had gotten to the point where Cynthia, would spend her entire lunch hour eating a peanut butter and honey sandwich, up in the now closed fantasyland sky buckets loading platform area, hidden between the trees. Her mind was constantly churning, constantly thinking, but thinking only of ways to do J.J. in.

She would stare at the trees. The knot holes would start to look like J.J.'s eyes to Cynthia, and she would jab her whittling knife deep into what she insanely imagined, and wished was J.J.'s face.

"I could chop off his head on any of the dark rides, and get away with it," Cynthia would think. "No one would find out! Cause I'm in control, hee hee, ha ha," said Cynthia. Her mind was completely gone.

Now, thanks to her sick twisted determination, her fantasy had been fulfilled. Here, deep withen the crevices of the earth, that even the full time cm's didn't know about, was J.J., securely strapped into the electric chair Cynthia had built herself, with left over ride parts.

J.J. was oblivious to his boss, president of Disneyland, Cynthia Harris's obsession, and hatred of him. Instead J.J. thought all his cast member friends, had gone to a lot of trouble to put on a secret, themed show for his initiation rite. Though J.J. had been warned, and fully expected some kind of show, he was still in awe. The handcuffs, the gag, the electrical chair hooked up to some kind of amperage system, with a big dial on it to slowly increase the electrical current, well, to J.J., this could only happen at Disneyland.

That's right, Disneyland. The Disney Company, his company, J.J.'s company, had gone that extra step, that extra little bit, that is so hard to describe, that can only be called, Disney magic. What other company would have J.J.'s boss, and president of Disneyland included at his, J.J.'s employee initiation rite. And who would have thought, Cynthia Harris would take the time out of her busy schedule to be here deep below the surface of the earth in the secret, subterranean caves located directly below Disneyland. "Wow," thought J.J., "What an honor!"

"ZAAAAAAP," went the torture device, as Cynthia Harris, ever so slowly, so she could savor every second of J.J.'s suffering, flipped the power switch on.

"Oww! Wow," said J.J., "There's real electric current even. I can't believe you went to so much trouble over little old me."

"I spared no expense for your slow demise," said Cynthia, spittle dripping down the corner of her mouth.

And then she laughed. Cynthia Harris laughed. J.J. wasn't sure if he should stare, or not, but the way his boss, and president of Disneyland, Cynthia Harris, was grinning, and laughing was about the weirdest way J.J. had ever seen anyone laugh. The twitching of her lips sent a creepy feeling, a cold shiver, running down J.J.'s neck. J.J. felt scared for the quickest of a moment.

"Wow, you are good, Miss Harris," J.J. said, "For a second I felt afraid like when I was 5 years old, and went on the Haunted Mansion for the first time with my mom, and dad. I am going to be so happy working side by side with you at the happiest place on earth, Disneyland."

"NyaaGGG! Whiggooooo, ooOOO, Me, ooooo," said Cynthia Harris, president of Disneyland as she reached for the dial on the silent eliminator electrocution machine.

Your pal,
Ed

P.S. STOP!!! DON'T!!! Oh, my! You won't believe what happens next!!!!!!!