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One Weird Break

Summary: Goofy is being held captive at a secret location, awaiting execution, in one of 9 Disney films for smuggling Loony Toons into them and it is up to Michael Scofield to save him or he and all his friends will be trapped in the Disney Films forever.

Chapter One: Dis-Orientation

The birds woke him; those chirpy bastards that were jumping backwards and forwards upon the windowsill were screaming so loudly that anyone would think that he was not in Chicago – where birds would probably be shot at in case they took a crap on someone’s property – but somewhere else entirely. Michael groaned, throwing his hand out to grab a pillow that was not there. He frowned in his sleep and opened his eyes. Instantly, he knew that he was dreaming, simply for the fact that instead of the usual real look, everything was bright and false and colourful as if he had just stepped into a crappy fairytale. He sat up, rubbing his head while he looked around the room with that sort of fascination that everyone adopts when they find themselves in a situation that doesn’t seem to add up. As he looked down at the floorboards – complete with bent nails sticking from the wood - he noticed a letter, rolled up and with a red ribbon around it, tied in a strange loopy bow.

He slowly pulled himself to his feet and peered around the room. He seemed to be alone – which was unusual for a dream, normally he would find himself in the company of someone stupid like santa or merlin – and he began to relax. Slowly he bent down and picked up the scroll.

Mr Scofield,

I have your friends, They will be released from their imprisonment when the following demands are met:

I have a friend who is being held captive in one of nine secret locations for smuggling – a crime that is only punishable by death – and upon hearing of your reputation I instantly knew that YOU are the only person for the job. Track down this friend of mine and free him, and I will let you and your friends leave.

Thank you for your co-operation, I will be in touch shortly.

Don’t even THINK about running away.

Signed:

M.M

He stared at the neatly written letter for a while, until he noticed something that disturbed him even more than the fact that he was facing yet another plot and that was his hand itself. Instead of the usual skin-texture he was expecting, his skin was flesh-coloured, but that was where all normality ceased to exist. He was… animated. That was the only word that could truly describe what he was seeing, and even then it did not sit right with him. It was like someone had drawn a picture of him and had stuck it in a Disney movie. He moved his hand, mesmerised. Still the same on the other side.

He was seriously considering the possibility that he had finally gone insane when he heard a shuffle to his right. Still with the scroll in his hand, Michael rolled his eyes and crossed the room swiftly stepping close to the wardrobe that was the only piece of furniture on that side of the room. For a while he heard nothing until there was another shuffle and a soft thud followed by a quiet swear that was bitten off at the end. Michael sighed and yanked the wardrobe door open. If he wasn’t at least a hundred percent sure that this was all a dream, he would have passed out, out of complete shock. But he simply stared as Mickey Mouse, grumbling, pulled himself from the hard floor and brushed the dust off his red shorts. After a moment, Mickey froze and looked up at Michael, with fear written in his large eyes. “oh bug-”

“What-is-this?!” Michael snapped, shaking the scroll in front of Mickey’s sweating face. “Who the hell are you have how do you know about me? What do you want?”

“I need my friend free! Haha!” The shaking mouse replied nervously. “He has been trying to smuggle Loony Toons into Disneyland! His excuse is that it pays well and he’s trying to get enough money to pay Donald Duck’s medical bill. He overdosed on heroin and they’ll take off the Life Support if they don’t get the money.”

Michael stared.

“Yes. Disneyland is a cruel, cruel place. But Without Goofy I-”

Michael’s dark scowl grew. “Goofy!?”

“He is a very valuable sidekick and one that I cannot lose! Haha! Or my career is over.”

“I thought Mickey Mouse was the face of Disney?”

“The face maybe, haha! But I don’t rule it anymore! Too much money and people want bigger names! Haha! Now I am doomed to always star in children’s programmes like Mickey’s Magic Crimelab or whatever their new idea is! Haha! And I can’t refuse. They have Mini working as a prostitute on Happy Lane and they’ll kill her if I don’t do as they say! Haha!”

“Give me one good reason why I should help you?!” Michael threw the scroll away from him and grabbed Mickey’s almost-nonexistent throat, lifting him fully off the ground.

“Erm, The fact that you will never leave Disneyland if you don’t? Haha! That seems like a good reason to me! Haha! I may not rule Disneyland anymore but I am still the only person that can allow entry or exit to anyone in this land. Haha! If you kill me… You’re stuck! Haha!”

“So where are my friends?” The fact that no names had been mentioned as of yet had made Michael very sceptical, when the facts that a.) he was animated and b.) talking to Mickey Mouse were put aside.

“I DON’T KNOW, haha!” Micky spluttered as Michael’s grip around his throat tightened. “They all (rasp) got separated when we took them! Haha! They could be …anyone… anywhere in Disneyland! Haha!”

Sighing, Michael threw Mickey to the floor and stared at him. “I’m finding the others. If you want your friend free, you’re going to have to help me. First. Give me the list of all the people you have taken from me. Second. I’ll need you to find out where they are

“The first name I can give you, haha, is… Sara Tencredi.” Before Mickey could even breathe, Michael’s hand was around his throat again.

“She’d better be safe.” He growled.

“She is in a Disney Realm. Of course she’s safe! Haha!” Mickey choked. Again Michael dropped him. Mickey coughed and rubbed his throat slightly. “Your brother is one of them too, and his charming son, haha! And a few more of your Foxriver cohorts! Haha! I think twenty-three people were taken in total.”

“twenty three-people? And I have to find them all to track down Goofy?”

“Sounds about right. Haha!”

Michael groaned and put his head in his hands. Disney was not his forte, if it had been another Foxriver, he was sure he could’ve done it, but in the Disney realms, with no one but Mickey Mouse to help… he had next to no idea. He just hoped that he would wake up soon.

“Oh, did I mention you have only fourteen days in which to do it? Haha!”