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Alcatraz hadn't changed much since Mickey had nearly gone there last time. It was still a cold, desolate island in the middle of nowhere, since it was supposed to be a place where people sent pirates so they could be forgotten about forever. Today was the exact opposite. All eyes were on the island, with dozens of ships in the water and in the air going around the world renowned prison. A meeting was happening inside that hadn't been heard of in years, and everyone wanted to listen in on it. On this mutual territory, the rulers of the four kingdoms were deciding the fate of piracy. Mickey and Minnie had been pulled from the cold water and re

The fire from the Rodawn theater didn't take long to touch upon adjacent buildings, sending the city into fear. The wealthy were forced to pick what possessions they valued most before fleeing their homes, while those without possessions to pick were able to help others evacuate friends faster. Water tanks on wheels and firefighters on crotchety small engines arrived as fast as they could, shouting for volunteers to aid them, unable to catch up with the speed of the flames on their own. There was no time to cry over lost valuables when every hand was needed. One of the few places the fire had yet to reach was the remains of the school where

Six Months Later “I'm not wearing this thing.” Mickey tossed the gigantic white hat to the side. “And you can't make me.” He knew that today was special and he should look his best, but he had his limits. Plus, he was sure the special person of the day wasn't going to mind. “We're gunna be late if you keep this up!” The sun hadn't risen yet, but everyone in the Sun Kingdom was already awake and ready for the day. Horace grunted as he picked up the discarded hat. “Forgive me for trying to make you look presentable! It's a wedding. Everyone's expecting you to be formal.” “Nobody's going t

"And that's it. That's the end of the story I promised you." The storyteller closed the book he had been reading out of and looked down at his captive audience, two young Goombas, a brother and sister. "So? Did you like it?" "That was the coolest story ever!" the brother cheered as he bounced up and down. "Oh man, I love hearing stories about Mario! That fight was so awesome! First King Shroude was like bam! But then Mario was like wham! And then they were like – " "So that story really happened?" the sister asked eagerly as her brother started running around in circles and making sound effects. "So does that mean everybody in the s

For the final tale in Spookyville, we return once more to the pumpkin-filled park, where our heroes – protagonists? – maybe “main victims” is the best term – were quietly passing the time, waiting patiently for another man's arrival. Goofy had set up a lovely picnic, and Donald and Mickey were eating away, their manners impeccable and their taste buds questionable. As they waited, they discussed the topic of the day – the word “normal”. Normal is relative in Spookyville. If something happens to you enough times, you might consider it normal for your day to day life. Today, for example, Mayor Mi

“You don't have to do this, you know.” Donald knew his statement was obvious, yet he felt a need to say it anyway. “You don't owe him anything... except maybe a kick to his almighty shin.” “I know,” Mickey casually replied, finishing the last strikes with his hammer upon his project. “But when I had this in mind, it was for someone huge, and he's the only guy big enough to use it. Besides, I like makin' stuff for folks.” “Oh, Mickey.” Minnie was sitting on his workbench, admiring him with a swooning sigh. “You've got such a big heart.” “If you two are going to ge

Donald didn't so much sleep and wake up as he actually passed out and eventually resurfaced to the living world. The pain had never stopped, and instead grew worse with every waking minute. It had now become such horrendous agony that it reached his entire body – his stomach threatened to empty everything he'd ever eaten, tears never stopped flowing out of his eyes, and there were times he questioned his very sanity. The only way he knew any time had passed at all was when the sun had begun to prod him through the window. If it was day, then that must mean the King was going to return, and while Minnie believed wholly in the magician, D