Disclaimer: Jag har inte egen High School Musical! Um, not ours. Heh.

AN: Well, this is it. It's been a long saga, and to be able to say these words is both a blessing and a curse: welcome to the final chapter of Mission: Taking Over HSM. Thanks to the readers who survived until the end, and to the creators of High School Musical … for giving us something to mock. Sniff. You guys rock! Oh …

And don't hate us. ;)

Chapter Summary: It was coming eventually. The final chapter is up!

Mission: Taking Over HSM
The Final Curtain Call

Eternity and Broadway burst back into the warehouse, their boisterous laughter echoing off of the walls. The twins had just attended a wild party with the gang—not a happy Disney party, where they could somehow afford popcorn machines, DJ stations and stages on a teacher's salary, but a small, simple party, with music on a CD player, DVDs playing, and alcohol being passed around. Naturally, Eternity and Broadway were in a delightful mood.

"An-and then, in chapter 12 of my-my novel, the girl finally decides not to … er, to buy the—whoops!" Broadway cackled as she tripped over air, "There was a freaking rock in the way! Anyway, the girl decides that in order to get her life in order, she must grow up, and stop acting like drugs can solve her problems. So she quits buyin' em."

"Dude. That's deep," Eternity said in awe, "You're deep. Like, ah … like a bathtub, man."

"Yyyeeeaaahhh … hey! Look! It's Mister Mick-Mick-Mick-E-Di, MICKEY!"

Indeed, Mickey the Mouse sat on an overturned crate, in front of the giant television, on which the girls had happily watched High School Musical not so long ago. His eyebrows shot up at the sight of the drunken girls, whom he secretly called his protégés, and he smirked.

"Fun night?"

"The FUNNEST!" chorused the twins, dissolving into giggles. The smile struggled to stay on Mickey's face; it would hurt to do what he had to do.

"I'm glad," he whispered, choked up, "I'm glad you had fun. With your friends."

However, the pair picked up on his serious tone of voice. Eternity suspiciously raised an eyebrow, "Wasswrong? Yuh soun' sorta weiiiiird."

" … what?"

"What's wrong? You sound sort of weird," translated Broadway, who was not as intoxicated as her sister. Mickey swallowed a lump in his throat.

"Well … do you remember the prophesy, ladies?"

"Currupts the High Scool Musicol peoples, issit?"

"Yeah, to corrupt the High School Musical characters, right?"

Mickey nodded sadly, "Well … there was one condition I didn't mention."

Both girls—Broadway, wide-eyed, and Eternity, a drunken smile on her lips and wavering on her feet—stared up at him in curiosity.

"Eternity … Broadway … we Disney people are secretly conniving," Mickey began, "When Walk laid down this order, Minnie secretly changed it before I could read it … so that we could take all the credit for ruining this sensation and making everyone believe that the message was to be yourself."

Broadway gasped in shock, "WHAT?!"

"Wot?"

"So, because I must do so …" Mickey murmured, mousy tears coursing down his mousy face, "I must erase your memories of being in High School Musical. That way, Minnie and I will get the credit, and your lives will return to normal."

"HUH?!?!"

"The HSM gang will not mention you again—too busy coping with how you've altered their lives!—and will, in time, forget your names … well, technically, your aliases, but you know what I mean. You will forget me, them, and everyone you've met in the last few weeks. You will never see BlazeElemental-Danforth again. You will be two ordinary, healthy, crazy kids, under the same spell as the rest of the population; you will think Disney is a genius for producing such an honest, brilliant masterpiece. I'm sorry," Mickey was sobbing now, unable to keep it together, "But before I leave you … forever … you must know that I do love you. My protégés. And I'll never forget you."

There was a long pause, as Mickey allowed his love to wash through him to the shell-shocked girls in front of him.

"Is there anything you want to say?"

" … YOU SUCK!"

"BURN IN HELL, RAT!"

Well. That feeling was nice while it lasted.

"Okay. Bye."

He raised his hands skyward, stiffly ignoring the twins' shrieks of mercy, before bringing them down in a bolt of purple light.

And then, there was nothing.

It was an ordinary day, in an ordinary country, in an ordinary garden. On an ordinary trampoline bounced two ordinary sisters, both clad in High School Musical shirts, like ordinary teenagers. After a while, both girls collapsed in an ordinary heap, breathlessly laughing … ordinarily.

"Hey, you know what I think would be cool?" the elder one asked. Her younger twin glanced over at her, a smile gracing her features.

"What?" she pressed when her sister did not continue.

She did not reply, frowning, as if lost in a different time, a different place, a different world …

And then, it was gone, and she smiled down at her twin.

"Wouldn't it be interesting if we could meet the characters of High School Musical? I mean, they're so real—so adult—that I'd bet they'd be great friends. You know?"

Her smile widening, the younger girl looked up towards the clear blue sky above them, "Yeah. I bet it would."

And the girls had no idea of how true this statement was.

…

"Who the devil is putting all this unnecessary angst into our adventure on a trampoline?"

FIN.