After crawling through a fake computer at Memory Lane, Angie found herself at an opera box.
“Harmony Hills Music Festa.” She said to herself. “This must be it. The map from those pigeons (see Chapter 10) is spot-on.” A peacock wearing a silk scarf and a top hat was singing on stage. However, Angie quickly realized that the walls were on a balcony lining the circumference of the theatre. She climbed up, started breaking, and after 16 days, she was out. While she was breaking the walls, she realized that no one ever noticed her, and she was perfectly fine with that.
At Blues Boulevard, Angie heard the unmistakable sound of a saxophone. The xylophone street tinkled as she stepped on it, and she realized that it was a squirrel sitting on a drum who was playing it.
“Ah, the blues. Such a nice genre. Ironically, I don’t see any blue in this boulevard, unless you count my eyes, the water, and that accordion over there.”
“Well, I’m just here to break the walls.” Angie explained.
“Good. Maybe you could find everyone else as well, so that we can put a bit of blue around here? All the blues album covers had ‘em in it.”
Angie freed many pets from the walls and barricades of Blues Boulevard, but their happiness didn’t last long as the squirrel was now shouting at them and demanding that they put more shades of blue into the place.
Folk Field was a lush green field with a maypole erected at the middle of it. Several tiny, brown mice were dancing around it, while a flower-crowned owl played the violin around it. It reminded her of times when her father would play the violin and she and her mother would just dance around inside their house and have fun. That memory of hers had never been triggered since the start of her journey until now, and she felt a pang of sadness before shaking it off and approaching the owl.
“Why, hello there. I saw that moment of sadness right there. Care to talk about it?”
“But,” Angie asked. “can I trust you?”
“Of course. Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?”
“It’s just that this place reminds me so much of… home. I lived in a farm, and my father knew how to play the violin. Some nights, he would play it while my mother and I danced in the house. It was a great way to bond with each other. Now, they’re gone. Kidnapped. I’m on this mission to break the walls, save the pets, and find my parents, but this is the first time a memory from my past life has been triggered so strongly.”
“Music can have that effect on pets. It can trigger memories in ways that other things can’t. It can bring one great joy or tears of sadness. Music is a powerful thing, you know.”
“I guess you may be right about that.” Angie replied, gazing at the owl with some slight tears welling in her eyes.
15 sunny days in Folk Field later, the music suddenly went from soft to loud as Angie proceeded on to Rock Refrain.
In Rock Refrain, a parrot was performing on stage, and there were TV screens everywhere showing her performance. Her voice seemed electric, and it puzzled Angie how, even with a mic, she could sing that loud. Growing up on a small farm, she was never used to loud noises. She then decided to some headphones from a nearby store, and then put them on without plugging it to anything to cover her ears. After 14 days, she looked at the fog and wished the music there wasn’t so loud.
Rockabilly Road was a road indeed, but it also had a diner set on a platform with radio dials on the sides. A closer look revealed that the radio was a ginormous, functioning, turntable, and that it was playing a giant record right on top of the Pet Diner. The song playing was Blue Suede Shoes, and a fancy-haired rabbit was accompanying the record with his guitar.
“But don’t you
Step on my blue suede shoes
Well, you can do anything
But lay off of my blue suede shoes”
“Um, excuse me?” Angie called out.
“Ah, at last! I’m not playing for nobody anymore!” The bunny exclaimed upon seeing Angie. “I’m Elvan, care to have a seat at the Pet Diner?”
“Why not? It’s been a long time since I’ve had a normal meal.”
At the diner, Angie ordered a double cheeseburger as she and Elvan talked.
“So, what are you here for? You don’t look like you’re from here.”
“You’re right about that part. I’m Angie, and I came here to break the walls. Those walls trapped pets 5 years ago, and since then, they have prevented other pets from coming. That explains why nobody heard you. Now, I don’t know who the ruler is here, but can you tell me more about this kingdom?”
“Harmony Hills? It ain’t a kingdom. It’s more of an independent neighborhood or city for all kinds of music to reside in. There’s quite a bit of places like these around the Pet World, dedicated to different things, such as food, holidays, hobbies, and… well, I can’t keep track of them all!”
“Hm, I see. I’ll have a good tuck-in tonight and start breaking some walls tomorrow.”17 days later, Angie went on to Boogie Woogie Brook and saved some burger buns for the trip ahead.
“Oh, are you kidding me?” Angie groaned. “There are STILL more walls around here that AREN’T on solid ground? Everyone knows that cats and water don’t mix. I’ve got the stuff I need for this, but it’s still a pretty big hassle.”
A paddle wheel boat was floating on Boogie-Woogie Brook, and a racoon was playing a trombone upon it. She took out her shell horn and decided to call their attention.
HOOOOOOOOOOOONK! The boat docked and the racoon came out.
“Ah, finally! Fish used to watch us perform from the brook, but all we had to entertain were our dinner cruise guests, and they are BORED to death! Finally, a new face!”
“This will look weird, but there may be fish trapped in some walls under this very brook. Cats and water don’t mix, but I do know how to handle this.”
The racoon simply stared right there with a confused expression until he saw Angie in her wetsuit. However, this seemed to confuse him even more.
10 walls later, Angie went back on dry land, where she caught a glimpse of autumn trees covered by fog. After 4 more days, that fog cleared and Angie proceeded to Acapella Country.
*****DISCLAIMER*****
This is an unofficial fanmade story of Pet Rescue Saga. Characters and map illustrations belong to King Digital Entertainment. Infringement of any kind is not intended. This is intended to be non-profit and purely for entertainment purposes.
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Story: Created by me
Appearance of characters (Except for Angie’s parents): King Digital Entertainment
Character personalities: Created by me
Names of locations: King Digital Entertainment
Screenshots: Captured by me from the mobile version of Pet Rescue Saga
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