FoxFire Studios Present: A Firestorm Disney FanFict: Mouse Worx Installment Three Firestorm is based on Characters and Stories copyrighted by The Walt Disney Company Jonathan Brisby and storyline by David Gonterman ___________________________________________ The distance from the Police department to the First National Bank of Mouseton was a good 400 yards. A good Olympic runner can cover that in about 40 seconds, provided it was straight through and without any obstacles. Mickey Mouse covered that distance in under 10. Weaving across 5 city blocks. Through a traffic jam. There's a reason for that, and it's not because he's a toon. It's because Minnie's at the other end. In danger. Whopping away at his friend turned fiend with her purse. Regardless, he has left his two new charges, Rescue Ranger Gadget Hackwrench and New FanFict character Jonathan Brisby, in the dust. "Hurry up, Gadget Love, we're losing him!" "Wh-Where's Monty, JB?" "I think I saw him duck in that cafeteria. What're they serving?" "Last time I looked, Macaroni and cheese." "*That* figures!" CRASH!!!! Someone was thrown from the bank window! Jonathan signals a fair catch. And Minnie falls gently into his arms. "Oh . . . " she blinks at her hero. "W-What a cute hunk. You must be JB. " "Minnie! You're OK?" Gadget runs up. "We've gotta find Mickey." "Awwww," Minnie flirts. "Can't I keep him?" Gadget grabs Minnie by the collar and pulls her back. "No. You were happy with Mickey for 68 years, you don't need a new one." "If you would excuse me ladies," Jonathan gently puts Minnie down. "I think I hear Mickey in there." As he walks confidently into the smoke that covers the Bank entrance, Minnie could be seen drooling at Jonathan's back. "So he's the guy who's taken the Disney Fan Fiction world by storm, eh? This guy'll be breaking all our hearts in no time. " Gadget, of course, is nowhere near as love struck. "You really should get married to Mickey, Ma'am." _____________________________________________________________ "WHAT DO YOU *MEAN* YER JEALOUS?!" Mickey was having a conniption at Donald's expense. "You're about to have your second Disney Afternoon show--YOUR SECOND!! I have to rely on a Fan Fiction writer just so I can have anything above a cameo in a dog taxi. *I'M* the one who should be jealous!!" Big Time was impressed. "I'd say you're jealous, Mickey. I've never seen you this upset before." "I . . . I am?" Mickey's anger disappeared as if a switch was thrown off in his head. "Oh, I *am*! Heh-heh. I'm sorry. Really. I-I'm not usually like this . . ." At this point, three Beagle Boys of various heights, and according weights, were about to jump Mickey, when they suddenly stopped in mid air, did a face faut, scrapped themselves off and turned around to see what was walking up from behind them. A short black-dressed figure slowly walked into the lobby. The smoke seemed to form a cloak behind him. Long breeze-tossed brown hair darts between two symmetrically shaped ears, only one gray and the other black, and hover over Dragon Green eyes that made at least one female teller swoon. And what does he do? He pulls his shirt over his head and shouts with a mock Bevis voice: "I AM CORNHOLIO!! I NEED T.P. FOR MY BUNGHOLE!!" The big Beagle asked, "Who *is* this guy?" "ARE YOU THREATENING ME?! YOU DON'T WANT TO FACE THE WRATH OF MY BUNGHOLE!!" Unfortunately, Jonathan Brisby trying to do Bevis doing Cornholio comes out like a bad Donald Duck impersonation, which makes the real Donald Duck to charge at him. "I think you shouldn't've done that, JB," Mickey rebukes his young apprentice, who promptly brushes off. Jonathan merely says, "Round 2," as he ducks back into the fog. Donald shouts his "Come on and fight!" line as he rushes into the fog himself and collides at 45 mph with the brick wall Jonathan has safely passed through and is now showing Donald the inside of his eyelid from another outside window. This window acquires a cookie-cutout Donald as he smashes through on his quest to pummel the Fan Fiction Interloper that thinks he can be the next Mickey. Meanwhile, the original Mickey is surrounded by the Beagles again. "Let's see. There's 1, 2, 3 of you, and only one of me. Ohmigosh, what am I going to do?" What he does is leap straight up as the Beagles try to jump him again and only succeed to bang into each other. Mickey twists over the mass of humanity and lands on his feet, ready to charge up for one of his power spells. "How nice of you three to line yourselves up nice and neat for me. Makes this easier. MAGIC COMET . . . " A huge ball of rock and ice, twice as big as Mickey, lands on his extended fingertip. He points it at the Beagles. "FLY!!" The comet is launched at the crooks who barely have time to cuss before it slams into them, carrying them through another brick wall and onto a cop car, nicely delivered to the police waiting for handcuffs. Unfortunately, the cops had to put their lower jaws back in place, after what Mickey did." "Aw, come on guys," he chuckled. "What's a mouse have to do to get his own show? Borrow moves from Sailor Moon?" _______________________________________________________________________ "What is you major malfunction, Donald?" Jonathan side-steps the duck's combative advances. "Didn't Uncle Walt give you enough attention when you were a child?" Donald answers by connecting with an uppercut, sending Jonathan across the street and into a tavern. Jonathan didn't notice the black-feathered ring-necked duck he landed on until Daffy bucked him off. "Get the phrack off me, Rookie!" "What are you doing in a Disney FanFict?" "You tell me, kid. I didn't get thrown on top of a Warner Duck by that despicable derelict Disney Duck." Daffy picks up a mallet and ducks behind the door. "I'll show him--HEY, DONALD! That hippie Fievel wanna be flew in here!" Donald turned to the tavern only to see Jonathan bait him. "Come. Come to Butt-head . . ." Donald goes full-tilt for the door only to have Daffy jump out and uppercut him with the mallet. Don's beak flew up a good fifty feet . . . and hit Mickey on the back of his head. "Ouch! What th--" Mickey turns around to find Daffy whoo-whooing across the street. "HEY!! What are you doing here!?" "Oh-oh, The Living Legend's acting like an old geezer. Yer finally showing your age, Mickey--" "That did it!" Mickey points at Daffy. "WHIRLWIND!!" A tornado swirls from Mickey's fingers and picks up Daffy from underneath him. "Captain, we're gettin' dizzy! We canna break outta th' vortex; we dinna have the power. She gonna blow!!" Mickey spun around and hammer threw the tiny twister with passenger all the way back to the Warner Studios where he belongs. He returns to the tavern where Jonathan ended up in. "JB, are you OK in there?" His only answer was a black glove grab his shirt collar and lifted him high. Mickey's eyes widened to find that arm belonging in what looks like somebody wearing a ghost sheet, only that the ghost sheet was all black except for two evil eyes. "The name's Phantom Blot to you, Mouse." He turns to his other arm and the squirming and kicking younger mouse it holds. "And you must be Jonathan Brisby. Or is that Jonathan Brisby's great- grandson of the same name? No matter, you'll be meeting him soon enough. HAHAHAHAHA!!" _________________________________________________________________ Blot: "I thought I could get that Duck in my control after the less than honorable discharge he got from the Navy, but as always since time immortal, you have always thwarted my efforts, Mickey Mouse. Well, I guarantee that this will be the *last* time you spoiled my plans. You'll just love the death trap your in, Mickey! Heh-heh-heh. I got it from an old Dick Tracy comic. You see, the gas stove melts the giant blocks of ice at both sides of you, lowering the spikes on that wood plank above you. As you both are chained to the floor, the Anvil above will drive those spikes right through your hearts! BWA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!" JB: "Not bad design, Blottie. My Uncle Copper would love it; he's a real nostalgia buff. Maybe I can put this in my act . . ." Mickey: "What you expect me to do, Blot?! Discuss the Yensid Project? Tell you how to get to The Vortex? Give David Gonterman immunity from Copyright Infringement suits?!" Blot: "No, rodent. I expect you to just lie down and *die*!! See you later, suckers! HAHAHA!!" As the Phantom Blot leaves, locking the door from outside. Mickey takes one look at the slowly descending spikes and winces, then he peers from a corner of his eye. "I have an idea, Jonathan. This floor's not level, there's a two degree downward slant on my end. If we could just nudge the ice so it slides down half a foot, the spikes won't be in position to skewer us like vampires. Now . . . " CLANK-CLANK-CLA-CLANK!! "If you . . . would . . ." GRUNT--sliiiiiiide . . . "gosh . . . that quick?" While Mickey was planning to save his and Jonathan's life, Jonathan managed to free himself from the chains and push the whole death trap to a nearby wall, where it falls into pieces. As luck will have it, one of the spikes shuts off the gas line from an outlet, switching off the oven. "You know, JB," Mickey said as he was help out of his bonds, "if you're going to use this in your act, you gonna have to take your time. The escapes need to be lot narrower." "I know, but seeing you remember how Dick Tracy did it, Seeing me beat you to it was more funny?" "Really?" Mickey looks for a cameraman off stage. "Was it funny? It was? Okay then. I'm just making sure." Jonathan finally helps his mentor out and the two head for the door. But Minnie was opened the door before them, beaning Jonathan with it. She was not too happy. "MICKEY MOUSE!! What the heck are you doing on your feet. Those spike are supposed to be imbedding the floors by your sides, just so I can open the door and let out a little 'eek' before pulling your and your punk rocker friend out of harm's way. Not we've got to go and do it over!!" "Sorry, Minnie, but JB here blew his lines." Minnie turned to the young mouse which was holding his nose, and almost immediately became all sugar and spice again. "Oh, I'm sorry, Jonathan. Did I hurt you when I opened the door. Aunt Minnie'll make it all better." "Hey," Mickey takes his long-time girlfriend and pulls her off of Jonathan. "Did you get Donald back." "They're taking him to the hospital right now, come along." As the two mice follow Minnie, Mickey comments about Jonathan being a 'Heartbreak Kid" "Humph, now that's a song stuck in my head for the rest of the day." Jonathan quips to himself. Then he starts to sing, "I think I'm cute . . . I know I'm sexy . . . " _________________________________________________________________ Later on, back in the Studios, Jonathan was by now doing those Shawn Michael poses in a nearby hall, impressing the girls who were ogling him, especially Ariel, who had to be carried off by Phoebus before she dived for JB with desire in her eyes. "I think you turned her on more than anybody I know today. Come on, Mermaid, back in the water." "Aw, do I have to? What's he going to star in, do you know?" "I'm afraid you'll only see him in Internet Fanficts, but . . ." " . . . That's easy for *you* to say that, Mickey!" Donald yells from inside Mickey's office. "You've always been inside the safety of the Magic Kingdom all your flipping live. You have no idea what's it's like out there? You've never seen a war in your face like I have, and don't tell me about that Vietnam crap! You've never seen the way things are in the real world! Have you ever had to throw Cuban refugees back to their homeland and see them get killed the next day? Did you ever had to sit on your thumbs with a load of humanitarian aid that one race would rather see rot in your hull than have it reach another? Did you have to sit in your cot and worry about any gay sailor's wanting to make you his wife and give you some sicko disease? You never had to do that in your beloved little castle in the sky, did you?" Donald loudly opens the door and storms out. "Will until you do, you have no right to tell me how to run my life!! Outta the way, you hippie freak!!" He shoves Jonathan to the floor as he marches out, with a face a twisted red mask of rage. "DONALD!!" Daisy yelled out his name as she rushes to help Jonathan back up. "What is your problem? Donald? He's not usually like this, er, Jonathan, is it?" "You mean he was worse?" Daisy chuckles. "Not really. I think I'll try to talk to him; I'm usually the one who can reach that duck's thick skull. You go see what Mickey's up to." "Sure thing, Miss." "Oh, and the name's Daisy." she corrects Jonathan as he leaves. "We go by first names here." Jonathan goes into Mickey's office to find him at his desk with his head in his hands. He's not exactly one to go wailing off like Serena Tsukino, but it was clear that Mickey Mouse was not in his standard happy mood. "He's right, you know," Mickey sighs. "I have locked myself in some Notre Dame-style sanctuary for the past three decades, being Walt Disney's Number One Cartoon Character. I take a look outside to the so-called 'real world' and I just can't comprehend what goes on out there. Sometimes I wonder if I lost touch with the world." "I wouldn't know, Mick," Jonathan replies, "but there's a trade- off in that. You have become the universal symbol of Goodwill to an entire planet. And that's something that this planet needs, now more than ever." "Um?" "Goodwill, Unc. I'll admit, I haven't been on this Earth a tenth as long as you have, but it's more than enough to be sure of one thing. This world needs a Mickey Mouse, and quite possibly, more than one. That's why I wanted to become a Generation X version of ya, Mickey." It was Jonathan's last sentence that made Mickey look up at Jonathan's green eyes. The black mouse studies him a bit, and in a way, he *did* see himself in JB; a Mickey who was a lot younger than himself back in the Depression Era. Sure, the vocabulary has changed and some of his jokes come more from MTV and the Simpsons, but it's there nonetheless. His trademark contagious smile returned. "Well, then," he said as he got off his chair. "You are certainly going to need some pointers. And who's more qualified than me, eh?" He held out his hand, and Joanthan shook it. ________________________________________________________________ As the two mice walked outside, Jonathan Brisby wonders about whatever future he has with Disney. "For all I know, I'll mainly be a FanFict player, but I'm hoping that someone in your industry might see a find in me." "I wouldn't know, JB. It's not that I only tutor Disney characters. I helped Toons form other companies as well; Fievel's one, so's the Warner Brothers." "The Warners? They're as old as you are, ain't it?" "Who do you think broke them out of the Water Tower?" "You're kidding!" "No I'm not! Disney and Warner had a big argument over Roger Rabbit's second feature. It got nasty a bit and I said, 'Oh yeah? Let me show you something you guys rather want to forget. Heh-heh-heh!' Next thing I know, I was over at their studios with a crowbar! Hey, what's this on TV? The ESPN X-Games? Uh, heh-heh, I *know* this is the Generation Gap talking, but is this a sport for you? This guy is jumping off a 60 story crane with an overglorified rubber band tied to their legs." "Yeah. Extreme." "Extreme? These guys think they're Toons, for the love of Mike! Maybe next they'll try to hike through Downtown Toontown next." "Watch it, Uncle. Yer giving Mike Amade ideas." "Oh yeah? We'll dump everybody on Gingerbread Lane." "Have them try to survive twenty-four hours." "The survivors, if any, each get a gold medal!" "And Hazard Pay!" "And more padding!" "I'll get my helmet . . ." "Yeah . . . heh-heh . . . It'll be cool . . . huh-huh." "heh-heh-huh . . ." The two continue to act like Bevis and Butthead as they pass Roy Disney, who was reading a magazine. His eyes peer above the mag with the fear of God in them. "Mr. Gonterman, somehow, I'm going to blame any damage they do on you." ____________________________________________________________________ A little break in the action as this story arc comes to a close. Leave it to say, especially to The Walt Disney Company, that if they would just give Mickey his own Disney Afternoon show, they wouldn't have to contend with an occasional FanFict writer making his or her own Mickey Mouse stories. Just be glad that I didn't bastardize the character like what the guy who did Outworld did. Besides, It's a Fan Story, I'm not making money with it, and none of the mice are cussing or in adult situations, so you can't sue me, so there :,-p Oh and did I say that this was the first time in almost a month that I finished up an installment. I was hard at work on my page, especially with the BAM Storybook that's now on-line, thanks to a friend on the Net, Paul. Just go to my web page, http://users.aol.com/dgonterman, and select 'BAM Storybook.' Mouse Worx will go on from here. With Jonathan going back to Gadget as their relationship begins to develop deeper . . . Firestorm Fanficts are based on characters and stories copyrighted by The Walt Disney Company.