Mickey's House of Villains Page #2

Said Mickey with zeal.

After escrow and closing,

the contract was sealed.

This newfangled house

is now where l'll stay.

He then thanked the salesman

and sent him away.

So, Mickey settled back

in his modern recliner...

with buttons galore.

Ah, what could be finer?

Whatever he wanted

was his right away.

With a touch of a button,

he got a snack tray.

His chair, it reclined

and rubbed his back so...

then on came some music

and dimmed the lights low.

Said Mickey with a yawn,

as he scratched on his head...

Oh, it's time for a bath,

then l'll toddle to bed.

He pressed the red button

and rolled across the floor.

His chair went upstairs

through the new bathroom door.

With a splash and a splunk,

the brushes did clean.

What a wonderful thing,

this bathing machine.

Special arms then conveyed him

off to his bed...

and tucked him in gently...

then a story was read.

Mickey was cozy,

all snuggled up tight...

but he tossed and he turned

as his thoughts did excite...

of buttons and switches

and moveable stairs...

computer controls

on reclining chairs.

There's so many things

in this house with to play.

l want to stay up.

l'll just sleep in the day.

He leapt from his covers

and slid past the clock.

He flung open the door,

but discovered it blocked.

There stood the robot.

lts finger, it wagged.

Before Mickey knew it,

by the seat, he was grabbed.

This just isn't right.

l don't need a rest.

l want to get up.

Stop being a pest.

Mickey scampered away...

heading

straight for the door...

but the robot was fast

and stopped him once more.

Bedtime is fine,

but this is my house.

You're making me angry.

Don't cheese off this mouse.

So, he turned and he climbed

out of the open window...

and snuck away quietly

on tippy tiptoe.

But little did he think

that out in the back...

the robot was waiting

for another attack.

Enough is enough.

l'll take this no more.

lf you want to play rough,

get ready for war.

A bucket of water--

that's just the right thing.

When the robot comes in,

l'll pull on the string.

Mickey readied his plan

with his own little trap.

The robot came in,

and then with a snap...

the bucket tipped over

and water came out.

lt splashed, and it soaked him

completely throughout.

He sparked and he fizzed,

that man made of steel.

He jolted and volted

and began to unreel.

Electricity surged

in the house all about...

zapping the circuits

and shorting them out.

Food from the fridge

was flung in the air.

lt splattered and spatted

in the poor mouse's hair.

He ducked and he dodged,

but he could not escape.

The jelly that hit him

was cherry, not grape.

Back into the bath,

he was dragged very quick...

and repeatedly scrubbed

with a soap on a stick.

All sudsy and wet,

Mickey Mouse tried to flee...

but the vacuum was now

on a housecleaning spree.

The hoses, they swung,

they flailed, and they sucked.

The brushes whooshed past,

forcing Mickey to duck.

He grabbed up a lamp

and began to fight back...

but right at that moment,

the recliner attacked.

Mechanical hands

squeezed him up tight...

but Mickey was valiant--

he put up a fight.

When things

looked their bleakest...

and all hope seemed lost...

Mickey picked up the chair

and gave it a toss.

lt hit the controls

and smashed them to bits.

The buttons, they flashed

and flickered in fits.

Mickey spotted his chance

to get safely away.

He snatched up his dog,

and then he did say...

This place is a monster,

not what l'd call home.

He watched that new house

shake, sputter, and groan.

lt fell with a crash

in less than a minute.

He turned to his pup

and said...

Glad we weren't in it.

Dejected and sad,

they both strode away...

Mickey and Pluto,

with nowhere to stay.

The rays of the morning

added sunlight...

greeting Mickey Mouse

with a warm, friendly sight.

A little wood house

that needed some paint.

lt wasn't quite perfect,

but still, it was great.

Aw, we could stay here

just for a while.

Said Mickey to Pluto

with a wry little smile.

Later that night,

all warm in his bed...

Mickey Mouse snuggled up

as sleep came to his head.

The furnace, it clanked.

lt rattled and shocked.

The shutters flew back.

They slammed, and they knocked.

The wind, it did whistle,

round the chimney it moaned...

but Mickey didn't stir...

'cause he knew he was home.

We've got our eye on you.

Aw, phooey.

l'll never be scary.

Donald may be trying

to scare everybody...

but here's a story

where he gets spooked himself.

The following presentation...

will demonstrate

how to haunt the living.

But before we begin,

one must be...

not living.

The fine specimen observed here

is commonly known as a ghost.

Ghost? Where?

-Why, you, my friend.

-Me?

Yes, you have just joined

the ranks of the supernatural.

That explains what

all that racket was out there.

Hey! l'm not ready

to be dearly departed.

Don't you worry.

lt's only temporary.

Just long enough for you

to demonstrate...

Step one--

Finding the right house...

is all about

location, location, location.

And what better place to look

than the classified ads?

Let's see here.

''Creaking hardwood floors...

''fog-enshrouded

breakfast nook...

''informal dying room.''

Perfect!

Oh, a-hauntin' l will go

A-hauntin' l will go

Hi, ho, the merry-o

A-hauntin' l will go

Step two--

Hauntee number one

is a likeable mouse...

and popular American icon.

Oh, gosh, l'm scared.

Hauntee number two is a cow

who's a real moo-ver and shaker.

l'm scared, too.

And finally,

hauntee number three...

is a hot-headed duck

who's a real quack-up.

Aw, phooey. Nothing scares me.

l know who

l'm going to pick on.

Step three--

Nothing is quite creepier

than the creaky front door...

which opens all by itself.

Here goes.

Oh, automatic doors.

How convenient.

Having successfully creeped

your intended hauntee out...

you're now ready for...

Step four--

With an ordinary bedsheet

carefully draped over you...

sneak about

in a menacing manner.

Hit my head!

Continue this macabre

dance of the dead...

and watch as panic and terror

wash over your victim.

This method of haunting...

is only made possible

by the unique eyeholes...

that have been cut in the sheet.

Eyeholes? Now you tell me.

Step five--

Everyone is afraid of the dark.

Use this knowledge

to your haunting advantage.

Oh, this is getting silly.

Step six--

Peace and quiet.

A ghost has

a wide array of scary sounds...

with which to frighten

their unwitting victim.

l just don't understand it.

Oh, come on.

l'm tired of being a ghost.

Hey, Donald, wake up.

What?

A ghost!

But, Donald--

No! Get away!

Sorry, Donald.

l just wanted to tell you

that l'm a ghost.

And now you are, too.

Why, you little--

Now, now, settle down, Donald.

lt's only temporary.

That's right.

Just long enough

to demonstrate...

Begin the end...

by chasing each other

into the distance...

then scream comically.

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