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Author's Note: Hello and welcome to my 13th fic. (12 Disney fics and 1 Kingdom Hearts fic,) This story is about Mickey and Minnie. They're married in this story. Check my profile for my idea of ages. This is my first story to have them be married and it be a regular-length story, with the exception of my Kingdom Hearts story. This is my first epic story. I've had this idea on my mind since last year, and I've been eager to do it. I already have an idea of where I want to go with it, and I'll try to update every chance I get. I don't want to give up on this fic and I want to finish it. It may take awhile, but I DO want to finish this. The setting isn't particular. I hope you enjoy it. No flames. Review if you like.
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It was a crisp, clear day in town. The sky was clear with fluffy white clouds gently floating by in the breeze. Two young mice were out enjoying this day. Mickey and Minnie Mouse were out on a date. They were sitting at a table in the ice cream parlor together, sharing a hot fudge sundae. They were sitting across the table from each other as they talked and laughed about how their day had went thus far.
"I still can't believe how perfectly the Frisbee landed in the truck bed," Minnie said with a chuckle.
"Me, neither," Mickey said with a chuckle, too.
"Luckily, it didn't hit the back glass."
"Yeah. And what's bad is if it did, I was the one who threw it!" Both mice shared a laugh.
"But it was still fun," she said with a gentle smile.
"Yeah, it was," he replied. Minnie reached her hand across the table and placed it over top of Mickey's.
"I've had a wonderful time today, Mickey," she smiled warmly.
"Me, too, Minnie," he smiled equally, turning his hand palm-up so that her palm rested in his. They stared into each others eyes as they smiled at one another. They finished eating their sundae together, then Mickey stood up and offered Minnie his hand. "M'lady," he smiled. She smiled up at him as she put her hand in his.
"Why, thank you," she smiled. She stood up and gave him a peck on his cheek. They both shared a chuckle, then they walked out of the shop to Mickey's brick-red pickup.
"I love hot fudge sundaes," Mickey said as they walked to his truck.
"Me, too," Minnie chimed. She giggled as she leaned against him and smiled up at him through half closed eyelids. "But you're much cooler, sweeter and hotter than a sundae."
"Aw, gosh. Thanks. But you should see things from my point of view," he grinned, turning to her with his eyes half closed. "You're the best sundae there is."
"Nu-uh. You are."
"I don't think so."
"I do. I know so." They each stopped and he turned to her fully and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Either way, you're still a better sundae," he grinned.
"Oh, Mickey," she cooed as she wrapped her arms around his neck. She leaned up and kissed him on his nose. They each smiled as they gazed into each others eye for a moment. Then they each pulled back and Mickey opened the passenger side door for Minnie. She gave him a kiss on his cheek then started to get in.
"Thanks," she smiled sweetly as she got inside and scooted over to the center of the seat.
"You're welcome," he replied.
Mickey put his hand on the inner door handle and started to climb inside the truck, when Minnie heard the sound of an engine coming up behind them. She glanced out the back window and saw two vehicles speeding straight toward them. Minnie's mind clicked as only one thought came to mind. Mickey. She whipped her head around to her husband as her heart lurched in her chest.
"Mickey! Watch out!" she cried. Acting quickly, she reached over, grabbed his arm, and yanked him inside the truck just before the two cars flew by them, barely missing Mickey by just a few feet. Because he had his hand on the handle when she pulled him inside, the door shut mostly behind him, keeping it from being torn off by the two racers. The truck rocked a little from the wind of the two cars that blew by the mice. For a moment, Mickey and Minnie remained silent, staring out the windshield after the two vehicles, not believing what just happened. Minnie was sitting up holding Mickey, and he was sitting with his upper torso leaning over her lap. Both of their breathing was a little labored from the terror they both just experienced. Finally, both began to breathe normally again, each taking a deep breath to shake off the fright.
"Are you all right, Mickey?" Minnie asked, looking down at him. He sat up and turned to her.
"Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks for saving my tail, Minnie," Mickey said.
"You're welcome, Mickey. Anytime, sweetie," she replied with a tender smile, thankful he was okay.
"I almost became street pizza."
"Who the heck were those jerks?" she asked angrily.
"Whoever they are, they don't seem to care what they do or who they endanger," he replied with some anger in his voice. "Let's go down to the police station and tell Chief O'Hara about it."
"Good idea. I don't want those creeps to get away with almost running into you," she said.
Mickey started his '83 Silverado and he and Minnie drove down to the police station. There, they explained the whole ordeal to O'Hara. But then he told the mice something that surprised them.
"Well I'm glad you kids are okay. But... you're not the first person to report them," he said.
"We aren't?" both mice questioned. O'Hara got up from his desk and walked to the window behind it.
"No, you aren't... This is just the third time in two weeks that someone has reported seeing racers tearing through town like they own it. Luckily, no one has gotten hurt. Yet..."
"And the police haven't been able to stop them?" Mickey asked. He and Minnie was sitting side-by-side on the opposite side of O'Hara's desk.
"We've tried. But every time an officer attempts to pursue one of them, they always evade them, or make the pursuit too dangerous for the officer to continue. We haven't been able to stop them. And the races just seem to be getting worse."
"Do you have any other ideas?" Minnie asked.
"I've got one..." O'Hara turned back to the young mice. "The only other thing I know to do is to put an undercover officer out there, let him become a racer, and find out who's behind it. I have to do something NOW before someone gets hurt. These street racers are making these roads dangerous and they have to be stopped!"
"Is there anything we can do to help?" Mickey asked.
"Anything at all?" Minnie asked. O'Hara just shook his head.
"Thanks, but no thanks, kids. Just be careful out there until whoever is behind this is stopped." Mickey turned to Minnie and leaned over.
"I'd like to help with this case. Maybe we should take it," he whispered.
"I'd like to help, too, Mickey, but it's too dangerous," she whispered back.
"If we don't do anything it'll be just as dangerous out on the streets." Her tone soften and had concern in it.
"But what if you get hurt. I don't want anything to happen to you, Mickey." He placed his hand on hers and began to rub it.
"I'll be fine. Don't worry. You trust me, don't you?" She smiled lightly at him.
"I trust YOU. It's everything and everybody else I don't."
"Don't worry. It'll be okay. So, can I help with this?" She smiled and sighed.
"All right... You can help. But on ONE condition," she said sternly.
"And that is?" Her smile returned.
"That you let me help you with the case." He smiled as he shook his head slightly. He knew that would be her request. "If you do it, then I do it! We're a team, remember? Together," she smiled.
"Okay. Together," he smiled. They both shared a smile as they held hands. Mickey then looked up. "Chief?" O'Hara turned back to the mice. "We'd like to take the job."
"Are you sure? It'll be dangerous," O'Hara replied. Mickey and Minnie turned to each other and nodded, then turned back to the chief.
"Yes. We're sure," Minnie said.
"We'd like to do it," Mickey added. O'Hara walked back over to his desk.
"Okay, if you're sure. Then I'll put you both on the case." Mickey and Minnie each raised a hand and high-fived each other.
"So what do we need for this case?" Mickey asked.
"Well... First you'll need a car. Something durable, fast and reliable."
"So where do we go? A car lot? The junkyard?" Minnie asked.
"I have an idea of who could help." Both mice turned to each other with a curious look, then back to O'Hara. "It's not just some cars that we've seen racing. Three days ago, one officer said that he saw a Toyota Supra racing against a taxi cab. And yesterday, another saw a Nissan Skyline going up against what he described as a mail delivery car." Both mice cocked their gazes at this. "Some of these cars are regular racing cars, and others are tricked out versions of other cars."
"So where do we find the car we need?" Mickey asked.
"And how long could it take to find it?" Minnie asked. A sly smile came to the chief's face.
"I think I know just the person for you to see. You need something tough, sturdy and powerful enough to race against whoever you might run into." He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out an address book. "I know someone who might have the car you need. You can pick any car you like. It doesn't have to be a new sports car. Just as long as it's safe, rugged and has a kick to it." He picked up the phone and dialed a number. After a few seconds, he spoke. "Hello, Smith? This is O'Hara. Yes, I'm doing fine. You? Good. Listen, I have a couple of kids here who might be interested in one of your cars. Do you still have some? Great! So shall I send them over? All right, then, they'll be over shortly. Okay, talk to you later, Smith. Thanks. Goodbye." Click.
"I know a guy in the junkyard. His name's Smith. He takes pride in his job, and he even restores some of the cars himself and sells them. Over the years, when we would retire a cruiser, if we didn't give it to the fire department, we would give it to him. He's got some cars that he's been restoring that he'll let you have for a cheap price. Just go down to the junkyard and tell him that I sent you. He'll know who you are."
"Gosh, thanks, Chief," Mickey said.
"Yes, thank you," Minnie said. Both mice stood up and shook O'Hara's hand.
"You're welcome, kids. You're welcome to use our garage if you need it," O'Hara responded.
"Thanks, Chief," both mice said in unison as they started walking toward the door. They turned back and waved as they left.
Mickey and Minnie walked out of the station and got back into his truck, then started down to the junkyard. Minnie sat nuzzled against Mickey as he drove. She looked up at him with intent eyes.
"Mickey," Minnie said, getting his attention. He looked down at her for a moment, then back to the road. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked with some concern in her voice.
"I'd like to help with this. Besides, if we don't do something, we still have be careful everyday that we're out," Mickey pointed out.
"That's true..." she agreed, dropping her head, then lifting it again. "I just don't want anything to happen to you." He smiled as he pulled her closer against him.
"Don't you worry about that. I'll be fine. It'll be okay," he assured her. She smiled as she nestled herself against him.
"You better be right about that," she said with a warm tone.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Minnie?" Mickey asked with some concern on his own part. She looked up at him with a smile.
"I'm sure. If you're doing it, then so am I. I'm not letting you do this alone. We're in this together," she smiled with a firm tone.
"Together," he smiled, pulling her closer as she happily nuzzled herself against him. They continued their drive down to the junkyard.
Mickey and Minnie pulled into the junkyard a few minutes later. They saw piles and piles of old junked cars. Some wrecked beyond any repair, some that could be repaired with some time and effort, and some that had been crushed beyond recognition. Mickey parked the truck and he and Minnie got out and began to look around. While looking, Mickey spotted a 1969 Dodge Super Bee.
"What about this?" he suggested. He and Minnie started walking toward it. It was a dark-green color, and looked to be in roughly good condition.
"Maybe," Minnie said. He stepped closer to it and gave the tire a gentle kick. With a creak, all four fenders and both doors fell off and all four tires blew out, causing both mice to jump back and stare at the wreck. With their mouths agape, they turned to each other.
"Okay. Never mind," he said. Both young mice started to laugh. Minnie turned and spotted a white, 1965 Pontiac Catalina.
"How about this?" she suggested. He turned and both begin to walk toward it. The front half of it was sticking out from between a few other cars. They stepped closer to it and Minnie walked around one of the other wrecks to get a better look. The front half of the car was the only existing part. The other end was apparently chopped off, leaving only the engine compartment and half of the roof.
"Forget this one," she said. Both chuckled. Just then a old man approached the young mice.
"Can I help you?" he asked.
"Are you Smith?" Mickey asked.
"Yep, that's me." Both mice turned to each other with a smile then turned back to the man.
"We're here looking for a car," Minnie explained.
"Chief O'Hara sent us," Mickey said.
"Ah, so you're the two kids looking for a car. Well, I might have just what you need. Follow me," Smith said. Mickey and Minnie followed him to this storage garage across the junkyard. He opened the door and stepped in. "I think you'll find what you need." With that, he turned on the lights, illuminating the garage. Mickey's and Minnie's eyes widened and their mouths fell open at the sight of several cars that all looked to be in great condition. And all were retired police cars. "I've been collecting these for the last several years. Each one is unique, and all are at least half-way restored."
The mice stepped over and began to look at the cars. They looked at solid grey, 1987 Chevrolet Caprice, then a white, 1983 Ford LTD. Next, they looked at a 1982 Dodge Diplomat with a black body and white roof. They examined a 1979 Chevy Malibu that was white with a grey stripe through the side, a 1981 Chrysler LeBaron that was a deep blue, and a 1981 Plymouth Gran Fury that was gold.
All the cars were a beauty. But there was one last car remaining. Mickey and Minnie went to the last car and looked at it. It was a solid black, 1978 Dodge Monaco. Something about this particular car caught the mice' attention. They both begun to get a closer look at the ex-police cruiser.
"The outside looks good," Mickey said. They looked through the window at the interior. It had tan leather seats with a tan dash panel and steering wheel. The four-door sedan had a bench seat in the back, and bucket in the front.
"The inside looks nice, too," Minnie commented. Mickey then went to the front of the car and popped the hood.
"Whoa," he uttered.
"What is it?" Minnie asked, walking around to the front. She looked inside the engine compartment and saw what had his gaze.
"Whoa," she uttered.
Under the hood of the Monaco was the original police-spec, 240 horsepower, 440-cubic inch, four-barrel, big-block V8. The engine included duel exhausts and duel catalytic converters. This car was the last of it's breed.
"They don't make 'em like that anymore," Smith said as he walked up to the mice. He then pulled out the keys and held them out. "Hop in. Start her up. She's mean, but nothing you two can't handle." Mickey took the keys and he and Minnie got inside the Dodge. The leather seats were soft and had no tears in them. Both mice glanced at the odometer. 20,047 miles on it. Then they looked at the other gauges. The car's speedometer registered for 140.
"I outfitted it with a turbocharger myself. I say she'll do about one-fifty to one-sixty." Mickey put the keys in the ignition and turned the big V-8 over. All 240 horses roared to life. Indeed, the black beast sounded mean. Both mice had smiles on their faces as they turned to each other.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" Mickey asked.
"You bet I'm thinking it!" Minnie replied. They both turned to Smith.
"We'll take it!" they each said excitedly.
"All right, then! I'll go get the paper work, and she's all yours." Smith got the paper work and Mickey and Minnie signed it.
"How much were you asking for it?" Minnie asked.
"Well, I was asking about four-thousand for it, but since you're friends of O'Hara's, I'll let you have it for half. Two-thousand dollars." Mickey started to get out his wallet, but Minnie grabbed his hand, stopping him.
"Oh, no you don't! We're in this together. We'll both pay for it. We'll each pay half," she said, smiling as she finished.
"Okay. Deal," he smiled. Neither mouse had the exact amount of money on them, so they wrote a check for Smith. Once that was done, Mickey got in the Monaco and Minnie got in the Silverado.
"Thank you very much, Smith," Mickey said, getting in the Monaco.
"Yes, thank you," Minnie said as she got into the Silverado.
"You're welcome, kids. And if you need any mechanical work done to it, or you need some parts, just let me know," Smith replied.
"You got it," Mickey said. He and Minnie waved to Smith and he waved back as they started to drive out of the junkyard.
"So long," Mickey said.
"Bye," Minnie said.
"Goodbye," Smith said. The mice waved at the man as they drove off and headed for home. When they got home, Mickey backed the Monaco into their garage, and Minnie pulled the Silverado onto the driveway. She got out of the truck and walked up to him as he got out of the car.
"Well, we have the car," Minnie said.
"Now all we have to do is find out how to get involved in one of the races," Mickey finished.
"Think we should wait until a race is taking place and just intervene?" she questioned.
"We could... I don't think we have any other choice," he reasoned.
"But we do need to do some work on the car," she said, looking at the black Monaco.
"It doesn't need much work," he said turning to it. "Basically, all it needs is some paint, and a little engine work."
"Can we do it together?" Minnie asked with a hopeful smile. He turned back to her, and couldn't help but think how cute she looked standing there with that warm smile. And the way that her tail gently twitched and curled behind her only added to the adorable sight.
"Sure. I don't see why not," Mickey smiled softly, placing his hands on her sides. And he loved how, with those words, her eyes seemed to light up, and her tail began to twitch and curl in a happy manner. More so than before. She leaned closer to him as she draped her arms loosely across his shoulders.
"Things are always more fun when we do them together," she smiled, brushing her front against his as she leaned her face up closer to his.
"You got that right," he grinned. Minnie giggled, leaned up and pressed her lips to his as she pulled him tighter, her leg raising behind her. Mickey returned the kiss as he slid his arms around her waist and pulled her closer. After around four seconds, they each broke the kiss and pulled back to meet each others smiles and eyes.
"I love you, Mickey," Minnie smiled softly.
"I love you, too, Minnie," Mickey smiled softly back. She chuckled and touched her nose to his, then pulled back with her loving smile. By now it was getting a little late.
"C'mon. Why don't we go inside and get something to eat?" she suggested. "Then we can come out and do some work on the car."
"Sounds good to me. I can't work on an empty stomach," he said, moving his right hand from her back and placing it on his stomach for emphasis.
"Neither can I," she agreed with a chuckle. Their arms slipped away from around one another, they took each others hand and walked out of the garage. They walked up to the porch and noticed a brown package sitting right at the front door.
"That's weird. I didn't order anything," Mickey said, looking suspiciously at the package.
"Neither did I," Minnie said, looking at the package with equal suspicion. He picked up the package as she unlocked the door. They stepped inside and sat it on the coffee table as they sat on the couch.
"It doesn't have an address," she noted curiously.
"It doesn't have a name on it, either. Or anything for that matter," he mentioned with equal curiosity. They turned to each other and shrugged. He held it up to his ear and listened for any sound. He heard none.
"It's not ticking. Think we should open it?" he asked.
"Open it slowly and gently," she advised. Cautiously, Mickey began to open the mysterious package as Minnie watched a little nervously. "Careful, Mickey," she cautioned, concern in her voice.
Mickey slowly and gently opened the paper on the top, then gently pried open the top flaps, revealing only a silver cell phone with a piece of paper taped to it that read "Turn on and access mailbox."
"Huh?" both mice said. Mickey and Minnie turned to each other with perplexed expressions.
"What the heck is this?" Mickey asked.
"You think this is one of Horace's jokes?" Minnie suggested.
"I don't know..." Mickey put his finger on the button. "Hold your ears and close your eyes." Following his instructions, Minnie placed her hands in front of her ears and pulled them back flat onto her head and closed her eyes. She would've pushed them forward, but her hair bow prevented it. Mickey used his left arm to flatten his ears forward onto his head and cover them as he cautiously used his right index finger to push the POWER button on the phone. Once he did that, both mice cringed up in preparation of whatever joke they thought Horace might pull. But instead of anything abnormal, the phone lit up.
Both mice peeked their eyes open to see the phone's LED screen lit up. They uncovered their ears and focused their attention on the cell phone. They turned to each other, both with curious looks, then turned back to the phone.
"Well, it didn't blow up," Minnie said, grinning a little.
"And it didn't make a ear-piercing noise," Mickey added, chuckling a bit. Mickey then accessed the mailbox like the note said, and found one message. He brought it up and they begun to read.
"Welcome contender. You have been selected to compete in this year's annual Warped Steel competition. This contest is like no other. All you need to enter is this phone, a ride, and a sign-in form. That is all you need to compete. What is the prize, you ask? You could get a cash prize of $5,000,000, or by winning the contest, you could become the most hostile driver in the world. Maybe you want a new car, a new house. A new life, perhaps? Any of this could be yours for competing and winning the contest. To enter, be at the top of the parking garage on Williamson and Davidson at 8:00 PM exactly one week from tomorrow. You must arrive in the car you will drive in the competition, and all contenders must be present. Anyone who aren't present at the time of the signing will automatically be terminated from the contest. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity you can't afford to miss. What you choose could be yours.
Mickey and Minnie looked at each other with confused expressions.
"What kind of competition is this?" Minnie asked, a little bit of concern in her voice.
"I don't know. But it isn't going to be good," Mickey replied, sounding a little concerned as well.
"We've only got one week to get that car ready," she said.
"Well, we better start on it soon. This competition isn't going to be easy," he said.
"I don't like the sound of this contest."
"Neither do I."
Coming up in chapter 2: Revealing the completion of the restored Dodge Monaco, and the meeting with the mysterious Mr. Z.
Squad Unit 19.