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You are cordially invited to
Gracey Manor
To partake in the
Annual Gracey Ball
Please arrive on
Saturday, September 17, 1935
At promptly
7 o'clock pm
Dress in black tie

This was the invitation that Mickey Mouse, Minnie Mouse, Donald Duck, Daisy Duck, and Goofy all held in their hands as they stood outside the gates to the Southern Gracey Manor on the banks of the New Orleans' swamps. The sky was dark and the air damp from a future storm on it's way over. Wind swirled around the colorful leaves that lay on the ground and made creepy noises as it past through the trees. The ever-present feel of death was among the grounds of the manor, but only one seemed to sense it.

Pluto sniffed about at the gates, almost whimpering a warning for them to turn around. "Aww… it's alright, boy. Nothing can go wrong here," said Mickey as he straightened his tie and adjusted his hat.

"Yeah, we're just here to enjoy a nice party," said Minnie, smoothing out her dress.

"Party? Yippee! And I thought we were here to play a game of ball," said Goofy.

"Oh brother," Donald uttered as he slapped his hand against his forehead.

"I can't wait to see the latest fashions. Only people of an aristocratic background will be at this social event. Oh, Minnie, how do I look? Do you think I'd be able to fit in with a social elite crowd?" asked Daisy, over looking her appearance.

"Well, Daisy, I…" began Minnie.

"Of course I will. I am wearing the latest in House of Duck Magazine," interrupted Daisy. "Well, what are we waiting for? The clock to strike midnight? Let's go inside."

"But we can't go in!" shouted Goofy.

"Why not, Goofy?" asked Mickey, giving him a confused look.

Goofy then bent over to show Mickey the huge lock on the gate as he said, "Because the gate's…" The whole gang then took a step back and saw the gate slowly open, magically. It made creaking noises as if they had not been oiled for several decades. "Open…"

"H-h-how did that happen?" stuttered Donald, a bit scared.

"Gosh, I don't know," said Mickey, staring in shock at the gates.

"Must have an electric fence," suggested Daisy, like she wasn't surprised at all, and the rest of the gang gave her an odd look at her comment. "Now, let's go. Tick- tock, the clock is running and we're going to be late."

"Oh my gosh, you're right. It's ten past seven," exclaimed Mickey, starting to panic.

Minnie then grabbed Mickey's collar and got up in his face and shook him a bit to make him come back to his senses. "Mickey Mouse, get a hold of yourself. We will just simply explain to Master Gracey that we were locked outside the gates," Minnie calmly explained and then let go of Mickey.

"Oh yeah. Good thinking, Minnie," said Mickey, and he chuckled then fixed his collar. "Well, gang, let's go!"

And with that, Mickey and the gang walked down the dark, rocky road towards the ghostly looking mansion, while Pluto sniffed about, still unsure about how safe this party was going to turn out to be.

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I hope this ball is livelier than its surroundings are. One can only hope.

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