Mysterious Masquerade Chapter TwoMaybe this was a bad dream. A nightmare, it could definitely be a nightmare. Any moment now, Pluto would lick Mickey’s face, causing him to wake up. Then he could spend the day getting ready for the party, and trying to think of the best way to ask Minnie about why she invited Mister Pumpkin and Missus Gourd without asking him about it. They’d settle the argument, dance romantically under candlelight, and then find a private place to kiss and cuddle and enjoy Halloween as a couple could.
Yet for all the pinches Mickey gave to his arm, the night stayed the same, and nothing changed. Donald and Daisy were gone to who knows where, and the masks that had once been eerie displays given by slightly-eerie people were now alive and hungry. He was almost frozen solid in his fear, until one of the masked demons lunged at him, intending to skewer him like a shish kabob – Mickey yelped and high-tailed it out of there, his cape managing to escape being pinned down by perhaps a mil
Mickey the Pirate "All right, fellas set it down over there and let's see what ol' Pete left for us." Mickey rested his fists on his sides as Goofy and Donald hauled the trunk to the spot he'd indicated, feeling like the moment called for a certain something extra. It was, after all, their first real acquisition. He almost removed them again when Donald stumbled, taking an automatic step forward. "H-hey! Careful with that! Could be breakable."
"Yeah? Well, this thing weighs a ton." Donald grimaced and, to prove his point, shoved back against the trunk. Goofy, who had just bent to lower his end to the ground, did not see this coming and found himself with an unexpected chinful of wood. Alarmed, he stumbled back, then forward, struggling to regain his balance and scooping the whole trunk into the air in the pro
Mysterious Masquerade Chapter One“Do you really think we can pull it off…?”
“Of course. Just leave it to me, my dear… all of our good friends are going to enjoy our little surprise. It’ll be a scream.”
Normally, if Minnie Mouse had the chance to try on a new dress, she’d revel in its beauty, grasping it in her hands and twirling it around, reflecting in the joy of another’s handiwork. Yet here she sat, in a brand new dress, a lovely one, but she only sat in front of the mirror, lips pursed and face dejected. She was being silly, she knew it, but feelings of disappointment and frustration were not easily shooed away, even when donned in glorious purple and orange. This dress, sequined with dark colors and made to be the very image of a spooky yet elegant lady, was for a very special night. She should be happy. She should be thrilled.
“Minnie, are you ready yet?” Daisy Duck’s voice chimed from outside, along with a couple of knocks, just in
The Phony Matrimony Chapter One“You could at least make an attempt at smiling, your royal highness.”
The prince blew a small raspberry in response. If he didn’t feel like smiling, then he wasn’t going to smile. He was being forced to do way too many things today, so at the very least he felt he should have control over a lack of a smile. Besides, what reason did he have to smile? This stuffy white uniform was more suited for an old dodger than a boy in the prime of his life. The gold buttons peppered up and down his chest looked beyond stupid, and he wanted to rip off the cape behind him. He looked like a pompous fool, and he huffed at his reflection in the mirror. “Ain’t the guy supposed ta wear black, anyhow?”
The question earned the prince a smack upside the head with his royal advisor’s cane. “I hope you’re not planning to talk like that in front of your bride!” He snapped, shaking the cane at his young ruler afterwards. “My family has
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She was insufferable, that was the word he liked. He had picked up in Advanced English, and it suited his idea of Minnie perfectly. Insufferable - And oh, how she had made him suffer! Calling him short! He was NOT SHORT, and he’d tell that to his fellow Student Council members every hour of every day until they agreed with him. He was young, a high schooler, there was plenty of time for him to grow! And he felt he would tower over her soon, just out of sheer spite.
Short! Him! The very idea… Ever since Pete had mercilessly mocked Mickey’s failure to join the basketball team due to his lack of height, Mickey had sworn to prove to everyone that he was no short, and that there were other ways to become bigger than someone. His meteoric rise to Student Council President had done just that, and the wound to his pride had begun to heal, but NO. Noooo. Miss Adorable Cheerleader had to come along a