One little spark, of inspiration
Is at the heart, of all creation.
Right at the start, of everything that's new.
One little spark, lights up for you.

~"One Little Spark," Robert and Richard Sherman

          The Song of the Imagineers was sung, filling the air with a feint whistling tune in the musical score of warm wind. The Disney's D23 expo of 2015 is about to open its doors at the Anaheim Convention Hall, right across the street from both the Disneyland and California Adventure theme parks, but not in a way it is usually opened. It was announced a week or two in advance that a very special guest would appear at the expo to greet the fans of the world's most beloved industry. He is very well known as a character that came from Disney, but little did everyone know his existence was for real even before Disney became a business. Hundreds to thousands of people have come from across the world crowding and waiting at the doors for hours, almost two days even, for their special guest to arrive. The sound of the Song of the Imagineers rang from the skies and into people's ears within the area. Whoever this guest is, he must be very well loved.

          In the midst of the crowd, Cast Members of Disney are finding it very difficult to pass through the crowd. Even Rachel, a one-year Cast Member who works part time, failed to take a step inside the crowd to pick up a piece of trash. Everyone pushed and shoved each other hoping to get a great view of the expo's opening and the special guest's arrival. They did not notice Rachel coming around trying to do her job as she is ordered to do. She had been pushed away by the Disney fans no matter how hard she tried to get through. Finally, it came to a point where Rachel's boss thought it was best to call her and a number of other Cast Members inside the convention center where they could keep an eye on fans and guests trying the sneak in, which thankfully there hasn't been any. There isn't much of a point to do that anyway since everyone is so focused on the special guest showing up in a few moments.

          The "Song of the Imagineers" grew louder as the crowd stood there, singing and humming the well-known tune and its lyrics. Suddenly, a couple of fans looked up at the sky, urging everyone else in the crowd to do the same. The crowd watched the sky from the surface ground as a tiny dot flew towards them shining in the sun's heated light of day like a shining star in the night. It kept getting bigger the closer it came and the music sounded much louder than before. The crowd cheered as it did for the special guest was arriving! Rachel was able to sneak herself out of the other Cast Member's view for just a brief moment to watch what was happening.

"Wow!" she whispered allowed at the sight of the special guest's arrival.

          Up in the sky flew a flying machine of great wonder. Its image took the form of a steampunk airship from the 19th century. Pipes forged in silver and gold glistened as its peculiar, sparkling, purple steam spewed from the back area of the ship. The balloon was fully inflated with its color as blue as the day lit sky with gleaming golden bands strapped around it to keep the airship afloat. A large silver vacuum pipe sat underneath the ship as if it was ready to suck up anything in its path. A plaid airbag connected to the vacuum pipe at the back of the airship. Its pilot and riders, however, are perhaps the most peculiar than the ship itself. A creature sat on a small chair behind the pilot's chair.

                                            Two tiny wings, eyes big and yellow.
                                            Horns of a steer, but a lovable fellow.
                                            From head to tail, he's royal purple pigment.
                                            And there, voila!, you've got a Figment!

          Yes, it was Figment, the imaginary purple dragon and companion made up by the pilot of the ship himself. He is exactly as how the song described him: a dragon colored in royal purple with horns pointing backwards and spikes both in orange, his eyes yellow with tiny black pupils, his wings also orange and small, a purple snout slightly larger in length than his head, and a smile on his face opened with excitement. The pilot sits on his seat, switching and pulling gears and pulleys in control of the Dream Machine, the true name of the airship in which he called. His hair, his full-chin beard and large mustache are mixed in color with light brown and a hint of red, his gloves were whiter than ivory, his suit all blue with a magenta dress vest and white shirt underneath as well as a large white bow out front to make him look very deluxe and high class. His top hat was as black as his shoes with a magenta strap to match the dress vest. This man was a genius, an optimist, an inventor, an air pilot, a musician of sorts, and a "Creator and King of Dreams" as people saw him as. He was the Dreamfinder! He and Figment are known for their fantabulously spectacular adventures in alternate realms made by the Dreamfinder's mind. Legend has it that on his first adventure with Figment they traveled to another realm, returned, and defeated a robot from destroying London, England. No one today remembers when this took place. That is, if it actually happened. Since then, their good deeds and existence inspired everyone throughout the world to do the same. Even Walt Disney himself received a piece of inspiration from Figment and the Dreamfinder's adventures.

          The crowd went nuts as the image of the Dream Machine came closer and closer to the convention hall! It soared over Disneyland and California Adventure on the way there. Fans and guests within those parks watched from below with their cameras, smart phones, and their mind's eyes as the Dream Machine gracefully glided over them. Figment and the Dreamfinder could hear the cheering from down below. They both returned to the crazed fans some waves and smiles of appreciation. It does the duo good to be greatly known and greatly cherished, but it does them better to know that the many people in those crowds are inspired to be what they want or wanted to be with their imagine. They heard some earlier remarks of kids saying, "Gosh, I want to be just like the Dreamfinder when I grow up!" and "Figment and the Dreamfinder are my inspirations to actually want to grow up so I can create things like he does!" Unbeknownst to both Figment and the crowd, the Dreamfinder let out a couple tears from his eyes flooding and fogging his vision within the goggles he wore to fly the airship. He felt very blessed to be known for his hard work and achievements to help all of those who wish to let their imagination be set free.

          Nearing the ground, the Dreamfinder shifted gears and slowly lowered the Dream Machine in front of the convention hall's ticket entrance. Fans screamed for joy as they ran toward Figment, the Dreamfinder and the airship ready to give their deepest appreciations with hugs and ask questions in return for autographs and taken photographs. It's a mighty big crowd we have here today, the Dreamfinder thought to himself, practically surprised at the amount. Thankfully, for the sake of their skins, the security guards came over to the Dream Machine and guarded the duo from being run over against the insanely desperate fans. The Dreamfinder jumped off his seat and instructed a trusted security man to drive the Dream Machine in carefully and use which of the controls to bring it in safely. A path cleared for him and Figment, who pretended to be an animatronic doll for the Dreamfinder, by the security guards. They strode through the sea of news reporters and screaming children and adults with their hands and their autograph books raised out. Happily, the Dreamfinder signed a couple books and took selfies with his fans, or as the Dreamfinder calls it "an advanced digital self-portrait from a small light box." As the Dreamfinder walked inside with Figment in hand, the crowd began singing One Little Spark, his theme song as well as the Imagineer's, welcoming them to the expo. As the doors closed with Dreamfinder making his last wave for the crowd in thanks, he tripped.

          The Dreamfinder fell over a Cast Member by accident throwing Figment across where he scored a three-pointer basket shot in a trashcan. Some of the fans that stood outside the windowed doors of the convention center gasped and laughed at the sight. They saw how clumsy the Cast Member was putting herself underneath the Dreamfinder's feet making him trip over. He landed on his stomach and chest with his long legs still on top of the Cast Member while she laid down on hers feeling guilty for her fault. The Dreamfinder turned his head towards the Cast Member's face who felt too frightened to look at her "fallen" victim.

"Good gracious! I do beg your pardon, Madame, for dropping on you and not watching my step." said the Dreamfinder, feeling that the fall was his fault. He lifted the Cast Member to her feet and returned the utensils she dropped during the fall. Not only is the Dreamfinder smart and imaginative, he is also a gentleman. "Are you alright?" he asked.

"Y-Yeah, I'm fine." said the Cast Member, trying to look away from the famous celebrity so her guilt wouldn't show.

"Well, that is good! No hard feelings, may I ask?"

"N-N-No, not at all! It was entirely my fault. I'm just trying to keep things in order around here."

"And I must thank you for that." he smiled, making a small bow holding the rim of his hat with its goggles sitting there and glistening, "I do hope to see you around the expo. Come see me at the Disneyland Archives Pavilion or the Center Stage when you can. Good day!"

          The Dreamfinder reclaimed Figment, who had his horns covered in paper cups, from the trash and took off to their destined area at the Disneyland Archives Pavilion where the Dream Machine will be parked. Rachel, the Cast Member the Dreamfinder had tripped over, watched the man leave her. Despite the accident, he kindly apologized to her as if it was he who caused it. No one has ever treated her this way. She felt a slight warmness inside, which wasn't exactly enough to make her day. She turned and watched the crowd trying to gnaw and press their hands onto the glass doors and hid a small shrug and a short moan with disgust. For the rest of the day, though she loves working for Disney in general, she has to pick up trash from unaware and non-careful guests and fanatics who drop them. Sadly, the kindness of the Dreamfinder did not last long, but alas, she has to toughen up and face what today brings.

          The Dreamfinder and Figment arrive at the Disneyland Archives Pavilion just as planned. They greeted many other Cast Members, security men, and foundation founders along the way receiving a warm welcome in return. The Dream Machine is placed just as it should be without a scratch and extra room within the perimeter, but before they were going to do anything else the Dreamfinder made one last touch. With a snap of his fingers and the power of his own imagination something amazing happened! In the back of the airship where the plaid airbag is, a large block of gold, silver and mahogany appeared moving the airbag to the side. What is it, you ask? I believe it is cabin space for room. The people witnessing the moment are astonished! Nothing like this happens so often in today's time, only in dreams. Still, the Dreamfinder has the power of his own imagination to make things happen almost constantly. Oh, is he ever so proud of it.

"Truly, Mr. Dreamfinder," says an inspired bypassing security guard, "you are the modern Harry Houdini!"

"You are comparing me to Houdini, a man with the knowledge of many tricks?" the Dreamfinder asked, "Truly I must say to you, good sir is that while Houdini may have been a great magician in his time at best, his magic does not match the power of imagination made from the human mind. Was imagination a provider for his creative process in show business? Perhaps, very much so. What I make here, including Figment, all comes from me with hard work and a working brain just as everyone else in this world can do. And I wouldn't change that in any other way even if I could. Do you understand that, good sir?"

"Yes, sir." The guard said and left the Dreamfinder and Figment in good spirits.

"Everything seems to be in order, huh Dreamfinder?" said Figment, assuring himself that they are both ready for the event to begin.

"Indeed, Figment. All except for our guest." The Dreamfinder replied back.

"Do you know who the guest is? I'm dying to know!"

"Nope, I don't know yet."

"What? Then what was the point of going through all this trouble? Not that I'm saying it was a waste of time, though."

"One lucky person will be our guest of honor; to journey with us to the realms of imagination that will soon await them. And when he or she does, they will be too thrilled to say no."

"No doubt about it, but how will we know who it's going to be?"

"Oh we will know. Very soon." the Dreamfinder answered, "We just have to keep a close eye out while we greet our admirers, demonstrate the performance and have a good time. You with me, Figment?"

"Yeah, Dreamfinder!" Figment exclaimed.

          Finally, the doors of the 2015 D23 expo have opened for its first day of its three-day run. Guests have flooded the entire convention building within a half hour! Everything that showed there are everything kids and the kids-at-heart would not have wanted to miss for the world from new video games, upcoming films and rides, pin collecting booths, stars who appeared in Disney films, TV shows, and people who knew Disney himself, and old relics used for the past films and rides existing and non-existing from the time Walt Disney was alive, ready to either be showcased or auctioned to a new lucky owner. Almost an eighth of the total amount of guests inside are lined up to see the Dreamfinder, Figment and the newly improved Dream Machine. Just about everybody is nuts about them because of their inspired role in the original "Journey to Imagination" ride that operated between 1983-1998 in EPCOT (the Experimental Prototype City Of Tomorrow), but what more is there about them that makes people feel this way? Is it their whimsical personality? Or is it their stories? No one knows the answer but the Dreamfinder and Figment, really, but soon someone else will.

          A demonstration of the Dreamfinder's imagination turned to reality is arranged not far from the Disneyland Archives Pavilion. He and Figment have been escorted to the Center Stage where many performers were gathering backstage. In the past, the Dreamfinder invented the Mesmonic Converter, a helmet that converts dreams made from the human mind into reality so long as it was used with a clear mind and a well-focused concentration (Read Marvel Figment comics 1&2). But then an event happened at an Imagineering college in Florida where the Dreamfinder had to destroy the helmet and release the imagination for everyone to experience and enjoy. Therefore, with his mind stronger and more pure than ever, the Dreamfinder can think of anything he desires with the snap of his fingers, even better.

          The crowds are closing in towards the front of the stage to see the master at work. Rachel, who is collecting trash, still, is not far from the stage. She watches the crowds cheering and screaming as they waited for the Dreamfinder and Figment to appear. The announcer steps up to the microphone. After making sure the microphone works he introduces the crowd to Dreamfinder at last. One Little Spark played as they entered. The sounds of the crowds echoed throughout the building as the Dreamfinder and Figment stepped onto the stage. Rachel clapped along with the crowd to give them support. When the instrumental song faded a little bit, the Dreamfinder waves his hands to get the crowd to settle down a little.

"Greetings, everyone!" the Dreamfinder exclaimed in the microphone, "I'm sure you all know who my flying friend and I are and-" The crowd's cheerful outburst interrupted the Dreamfinder's speech, making him blush and chuckle a bit. "Uh yes, well, thank you! Thank you all! Figment and I are so happy to join you on his wondrous occasion and share a great time as will be worth a great memory. Today, Figment and I will be showing you how the power of imagination is possible and how it can influence everywhere and everyone because imagination is something that belongs to all of us! Now then, shall we begin?"

          The crowd cheers with great excitement. The show is about to finally begin! Figment flies up to the ceiling as the Dreamfinder conjures up a giant slide extending through the crowd and all over the empty space of the main floor. Figment jumps onto the slide sliding down the path with everyone giving out high fives as he passes by. The slide zipped past Rachel as she was doing her job, nearly running her over. Luckily for Rachel, Figment didn't hit her along the way. The slide ended back to the stage where the Dreamfinder imagined something else. He brilliantly comes up with a giant chocolate hill cascading its remnants and forming them into a life sized solid chocolate figure of Figment. The crowd began laughing and cheering with delight at the sight. While picking up trash, even Rachel had to join in on the clapping and enjoyment.

"And now for our next stunt," Figment exclaimed, "we will need a volunteer from the crowd."

"That's right, folks." said the Dreamfinder, "The person we pick will get to step onto the stage with us and experience our next great performance. Now who shall we pick?"

          The crowd raised their hands, both hands to be precise. Figment and the Dreamfinder search for the one who will not only be the volunteer, but the special guest of honor they were talking amongst themselves earlier before the expo started. They look across the people who scream "ME! ME! PICK ME! PICK ME! ME!" until they actually found someone. The Dreamfinder saw ahead the same Cast Member he tripped over earlier this morning: Rachel. Why not? He saw the back of her head but never really got a chance to see her face. She is dressed in all white with black shoes and her light brown hair in a ponytail. When the Dreamfinder saw her face at last, something warm filled his heart. Somehow a woman filled with sadness inside her, which is unknown to him, makes a man's eyes like his twinkle, showing a great fondness for her. He signaled Figment to where Rachel is and sent him to her. Figment got the message clearly and went for the girl immediately. He flew over the crowd as the people raised their hands hoping to be picked, but Figment had gone straight to Rachel. Rachel had been collecting more trash when Figment came to her. Surprised, she gasped at the sight of the little purple dragon.

"How about you, miss?" called the Dreamfinder all the way from the stage. As Rachel turned to that stage, he continued, "Would you like to volunteer?"

"I...no, I-I shouldn't." Rachel refrained.

"Aw, don't be shy. I promise nothing bad will happen."

"Come on, miss! Give it a try!" said Figment excitedly while pulling onto