"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 comi
Mickey Mouse in Hollywood by Tell-Me-Lies, literature
Literature
Mickey Mouse in Hollywood
The sun was shining and the air was mild and clear when Mickey Mouse closed the door to his modest flat, which an insensitive soul might've called 'dumpy', and started whistling his way down the six flights of stairs that would lead him out onto the street. Mickey's flat was modest, of course, because Mickey was poor and couldn't afford a better one, and it was just a happy coincidence that he didn't much mind sleeping on an old cot half-filled with sawdust. Of course, he wasn't so keen on the six flights of stairs and would've raised no objections to using the lift, but since the only lift in the place had been sitting