Unrelated note: WordPress just updated so that everyone has to use the new blog editor thing, and I hate it. But anyway…
So, yeah, Coraline’s back home. Her parents aren’t back from running errands and stuff, and she’s bored while home alone.
And they’re still not back the next morning. Because none of this is weird. At all.
Coraline’s visiting Misses Forcible and Spink, and they let her have soda, which her parents never let her have. After the whole thing with the mom not letting Coraline get cool rain boots and cool gloves, I can totally see that.
“Hey, what are your parents up to?” “IDK, they’re missing.” “OK, cool, can you tell your mom I found an old newspaper article for her?” “Uh… I just said my parents are missing? Grownups never listen.”
Coraline’s parents still aren’t home for dinner. Again. And I love the idea of Coraline just grabbing some of the family’s emergency money, running down to the grocery store, and getting herself a dinner of soda, cake, and apples.
OK, I feel like I wrote stories like Coraline just did when I was a kid.
I love the idea of bubble baths, but I dunno if it was just that one brand of bubble bath I tried as a kid (which was so long ago I forgot what exactly it was) or if it’s all bubble baths that gave me a minor allergic reaction/skin sensitivity issue.
And now in the middle of the night, Coraline’s finally getting lonely.
So, the cat just showed up to wake Coraline up because of course it figured out a way into her house. The cat’s over here like, “yeah, sure, here’s your parents. They’re stuck in this creepy mirror at the end of the hall.”
Coraline’s over here like, “OK, cool, the Other Mother took them. Gotta call the cops about it because they’ll totally think this isn’t a prank call.”
Then she follows it up with “yeah, that totally backfired. Guess it’s up to me to go on a rescue mission.”
So, apparently when Coraline was younger, she wanted to go on an adventure to explore the landfill just to see what was there. Yeah, I feel like that’s something I would’ve wanted to do as a kid.
And then the dad let himself get stung up by wasps to let Coraline get away. And then going back later to get his dropped glasses anyway is what made Coraline think doing what you have to even if it’s scary is the bravest thing ever.
Once Coraline and the cat go through the door, the cat’s like, “so that’s why you’re going to rescue your parents?” and Coraline responds with “no, it’s ‘cuz they’re my parents, duh.”
“Where’s my parents?” “We’re right here!” “No, you’re not. Where’s my real parents?”
And now the Other Mother’s trying to give Coraline a bunch of BS excuses as to where her real parents are in order to keep her there, and Coraline’s not buying any of it.
Oh, fun. Looks like the Other Father just Said Too Much about why the Other Mother wants the key to the door between worlds.
Yeah, the Other Mother going to bed because she’s tired sounds extra fake now.
So now Coraline is going to explore more of the Other Mother’s world.
And the cat’s telling her that cats don’t have names because they don’t have an identity crisis that humans do… wait, did I get mixed up when saying that earlier? About the timing of the explanation?
The cat thinks the Other Mother wants to keep Coraline because she wants something to “love” (read: obsess over in a really creepy way), and that the only way for Coraline to get her parents back and go back to her old life is to give the Other Mother some kind of challenge.
So that’s what Coraline’s gonna have to do after going back home to sleep safely and coming back later.
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