Yet another fanfic I cannot get out of my head! And, hey, the world needs more Max fanfics! They're pretty much his only appearances nowadays...
Disclaimer: I do not own House of Mouse. It belongs to Disney.
It was a bright, warm, sun-shiny day in Spoonerville. Max Goof skateboarded down the street to his girlfriend of three years Roxanne's house. She had forgotten her ipod at his house, so he's returning it.
"Hey, Max!" Roxanne greeted. Max smiled and held up her ipod. She gasped. "Oh, you brought back my ipod! Thanks!" She kissed him on the cheek. "But, you could have waited until our date tonight."
Max raised a cocky eyebrow. "What, I can't see you more than once a day?"
Roxanne giggled. "Good point. What time should I meet you at the House of Mouse?"
"Is seven okay?"
"Perfect! See you then." Roxanne smiled and waved good-bye.
Max waved back, and sighed happily. These last three years with Roxanne have been the best of his life. He hoped he'd get to spend at least five more decades with her.
In another part of town, Pete was sitting in front of his desk at work. He was thinking about his life over the past seven years. He was married to his high school sweetheart, he has two wonderful kids, he had everything he wanted...until the Goofs moved next door to him.
Almost everything Pete buys, Goof destroys. His wife grew more and more distant before finally filing for divorce, after a heated argument with PJ, he admitted that he wised Goofy was his father instead of him. Pete even overheard his daughter ask her mother why she married Pete instead of Goofy.
The Goofs destroyed Pete's stuff, his marriage, and the relationship with his children. Pete ground his teeth and clenched his fists angrily. Goof needs to go down, hard.
Pete calmed down a little as his brain started formulating a plan...
The House of Mouse staff were gathered in the lounge before opening up for the night. Mickey cleared his throat to grab everyone's attention.
"Everyone, tonight's a special night." Mickey announced.
"Minnie's pregnant." Huey guessed half-jokingly. Louie and Dewey laughed.
"What? No, no, no. Nothing like that!" Mickey exclaimed, waving his hands and chuckled. "What I mean is, it has been exactly six months since the villains and/or Pete caused trouble!"
"Ah-yuck! What an accompliment!" Goofy exclaimed.
"'Accomplishment'!" Donald corrected.
Max raised an eyebrow. "Don't get your hopes up. The night's not over yet!"
Horace rolled his eyes. 'Way to kill the mood.' He thought.
"Let's just hope there is no trouble at all tonight." Minnie suggested.
"Hear, hear!" Daisy smiled.
The meeting adjourned, and the staff went to work. The night was an unusually slow one. By seven o' clock, there were only about one hundred people, which is half of what they usually get.
At half-past seven, Max was getting worried. Roxanne isn't usually this late. He tried calling her, but she didn't answer. At a quarter to eight, Max gave up.
'I knew it was only a matter of time before she got sick of me...' Max thought sadly. He sighed dejectedly. His cell phone rang. 'Hey, maybe that's her!'
"Hello?" Max answered.
"Hello, Max." Pete said on the other line.
Max sunk disappointed. "Hey, Pete. What's going on?"
"I'm sure by now, you realize that it has been six months since we stirred up trouble at that club." Pete began with malice. "Let me give you an update."
Max was confused. "O...kay..."
"Why don't you go somewhere private?" Pete asked. "Where we can talk."
Max went inside the valet booth. "Go ahead."
"Is there a computer nearby?"
Max glanced at the computer at the desk. "Uh, yeah."
"Get on a web socket IP ." Pete instructed. "That's IP .5."
"What's that?" Max asked as he tapped in the IP address.
"Oh, just something that I think would be of great interest to you." Pete explained. "Just get on that site."
The site loaded to a web camera of Roxanne gagged and bound. Her eyes were spaced out as if she were drugged. Max gasped in horror. Chills ran up and down his spine, his heart pounded in his chest, and his knees shook.
"I don't know what they're doing to her, Max, but I did instruct them to leave her barely functional so that we could return her to you." Pete said.
Max breathed heavily. "Pete...why...?"
"I'll have to explain that later, because in about fifteen seconds, Roxanne will die if you don't do as I say." Pete explained. "There are ten security cameras at the House of Mouse. I need you to shut them off."
"Horace manages the security cameras. I don't have the authority to do that." Max explained.
"No authority? Really?" Pete turned away from his phone. "Is Roxanne still conscious?"
"Take an eye out." Pete ordered. Roxanne's captor held her eye open and slowly brings a knife to her eye.
"No! Wait, stop!" Max exclaimed, frantic.
"Hold for a second." Pete ordered again.
Max relaxed a little when Roxanne's captor held his knife still. "It's...gonna take me some time."
"You have sixty seconds. I will call you then." Pete instructed. He hung up and shut down the internet feed.
Max took a few deep breaths to calm himself. He collapsed in a chair and groaned. "What am I gonna do?" He closed his eyes, then realized he had a time limit. He hacked into the security feed. A few moths previous, he was bored, so he hacked into other accounts at the House of Mouse.
The ten security cameras show different locations at the House of Mouse such as the main lobby, out front, in the parking garage, and in the showroom. Max hurriedly shut them off and closed out of the account. Finally, he put his head in his hands and moaned softly. Roxanne was kidnapped...and Pete is responsible. But why?
Max's phone rang again, snapping him out of his thoughts. "Pete?"
"I see you shut down the security cameras." Pete noted.
"I did what you wanted, now where's my girlfriend?" Max demanded.
"Not so fast." Pete said. "That first assignment was to see if you'd cooperate. Next we have to talk about Mickey Mouse."
"What about him?"
"I want him dead, of course." Pete stated.
"What does that have to do with me?" Asked Max.
"You will kill Mickey Mouse by midnight tonight, or Roxanne dies." Pete instructed. "If you involve anyone, Roxanne dies. If you try to warn Mickey, Roxanne dies. Are we clear?"
Max nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. I-I understand." He sighed. "Pete, why are you doing this?"
"You'll find out soon enough." Pete replied. "Get moving, Max."
Pete hung up. Max tried to compose himself. He rubbed his hand across his eyes as he struggled with what to do. He can't kill Mickey. But he didn't want Roxanne to die either!
What's a Goof to do?
...I should probably tell you guys, this has no connection to any of my fanfics.