Disclaimer: I do not own the House of Mouse, Disney, or any of the Disney Characters presented in this. I only own my characters that will be announced in this chapter.
A/N: This Fanfiction will follow some events that happen in the episodes of the TV series of the House of Mouse, and some others will be made up by yours truly. This FanFiction was inspired by CurlyFirefly's "Working at the House of Mouse" story. Please check it out when you have the chance.
Now, on with with the story!
Chapter 1: the Stolen Cartoons
My brother and I, we're not exactly what you call "normal siblings". First, we live on Main Street, Disney. Second, we're not even FROM Disney. Third, we're royalty but no one here knows that. They just know that Charlie and I are super rich and rented out a fancy condo downtown on Main Street. The reason we're here is because our father wanted us to get feel for living on our own. We're staying in this world for at least 4 months. So far, it's been a week.
My name's Kit Stormz, and I'm 21 years old, even though I look like I'm 16. Charlie, my younger brother, is the 16 year old. Though, he acts like more mature when he wants too. Socializing here is hard, so we haven't really made any friends yet or got jobs. But tonight, that was about to change.
I heard of a club that was opening tonight, a place called "the House of Mouse". I read about it in the paper and asked Charlie if he wanted to go tonight. He wanted to argue but decided against it because of the glare I gave him. So later that night, we put on our best outfits and headed out.
"Do you really think this is a good idea?" Charlie asked as we walked out of the condo building.
"Charlie, we need to get out more." I replied. "This is perfect place to get to know people. Besides, you might even see some cute girls." Charlie smiled at that and sighed in defeat. We arrived at the club and saw different toons walking in and out. We came inside and saw the lobby beautifully decorated. As we walked through, I was stopped by something grabbing my hand and started shaking it wildly. I looked and saw Donald Duck was the one shaking my hand.
"Hello," he greeted, "welcome to my club!" I smiled and thanked him. I could hear Charlie chuckling at this.
"Say, you must be new here. What's your name's?" Donald asked.
"Oh, yeah. I'm Kit, and this my brother, Charlie." I introduced. Charlie waved and shook Donald's hand this time. After the quick meet and greet, my brother and I walked over to the reservation desk where Daisy Duck was sitting.
"Hello there, do you have a reservation?" She asked politely.
"Yes, it was kind of a last minute thing...it's under the name Stormz." I answered for her. Daisy looked on her computer and then looked back up at us.
"Alright, Mr. Stormz, right this way." Daisy led us to our table, which was placed right near the stage.
"Enjoy the show!" Daisy said before walking back to her desk. Just then, a talking microphone came down and announced, "And now, keep your hands and arms inside the house at all times! It's...Mickey Mouse!" The microphone then left as Mickey Mouse appeared on stage.
"Hey there, everybody!" He greet and the crowd went absolutely wild with applause. Some cheered, some clapped, and some whistled in excitement. "Good to see ya! Welcome to the House! Today we got a show that won't be forgotten!" Suddenly, the spot that was shining on Mickey went out. "Unlike our electric bill…" I looked back and saw that Dumbo was covering the spotlight, but he moved out of the way and Mickey got right back to hosting.
"Wow! Looks like we got a full house!" Mickey said, looking over the crowd. "Now I wanna remind everyone of the House of Mouse rules: No smoking, no villainous schemes, and no guests eating OTHER guests. So, strap yourselves in for a great show! A couple of cartoons, and! The amazing of House of Mouse band, the QuackStreet Boys!" The spotlight moved to right area of the stage to show Huey, Dewie, and Louie performing as the boy band. Charlie and I clapped along with the rest of the audience. This was going to be a fun night for both us, I could tell. After getting our drink orders, Charlie was going to have a look around.
"Be careful." I told him, acting like the older brother I was.
"Relax, Kit, I'll be-" That's when someone walked right into Charlie and knocked him over. I hurried to help my brother up as that fat person just walked past. I growled. That was so rude! No one does that to my little brother and gets away with it.
"Charlie, stay here." I told him before following the cat in the white suit. I didn't care if he was going backstage or not, I was going teach that guy some manners.
"Stop the show!" I heard him shout as he walked backstage towards Mickey and Minnie. I stopped and watched from a distance as the man lifted up his shoe and on the bottom was Donald.
"Ew, I stepped in duck!" The cat said as he peeled Donald off and threw him over his shoulder. I was able to catch Donald, however, and straighten him out, but before he could say a thank you, the cat said, "Everybody clear out! Because I'm shutting DOWN this Cartoon Club!" He laughed. I walked up to him and stood in front of Mickey and Minnie.
"You can't just shut down a club whenever you want to." I told him. The cat stopped laughing and he looked down at me with a glare.
"Oh really? And who are you?" He asked, getting in my face.
"I'M the older brother of the boy you just rudely knocked over and didn't even stop to apologize." I replied. The cat laughed again.
"Oh whatcha gonna do? Give me a lecture?" He chuckled.
Oh I'm gonna give you SOMETHING alright, I thought. Just then Mickey stepped in front of me along with Donald. "That's not very nice, Pete! And where do get on barging in here like...like you own the place?" Mickey asked.
"Oh, because I do!" Pete countered with a smirk.
"Like think you do!" Mickey scoffed. "Don and I run this place, 50/50!" Donald nodded his head in agreement. But Pete didn't back down.
"Oh, but I just bought the building." He said as he took out a contract. "As of right now, you're all trespassing. So get your stuff...and get!" Pete ordered. I heard a cheer from behind me and looked to see it was Goofy, the head waiter.
"Now I can be the host!" He cheered, but Pete crushed his hopes.
"You get out too!" He ordered. "It's all here in black and white!" I took the contract from Pete and read it over with Goofy.
"Gwarsh, it's true!" Goofy said, worried.
"The House of Mouse is mine." Pete grinned. "Now had over the keys…" Mickey sighed in defeat and reached into his pocket to take out the keys to the House.
"Hold on a sec!" I cried, stopping Mickey. "Check this out!" I shoved the contract in Mickey's hands and pointed at the bottom of the contract.
"The Show Must Go On Clause?" Mickey read out loud.
"Is he related to Santy Claus?" Goofy asked and Donald rolled his eyes. But Mickey grinned triumphantly.
"It says you can't kick us out as long as we put on a show. Right here in black and white!" Mickey said, giving the contract back to Pete. Pete snatched the contract back and reread it. He mumbled all the agreements of the contract until…
"...'Can't be kicked out of the House as LONG AS THE SHOW GOES ON'?!" Pete screamed in shocked. He growled and then said, "Urgh! The Legal System! They should have a law against it!"
"How would that work?" I asked myself, quietly.
"Fine! Have it your way, squeaky!" Pete said, walking towards Mickey. "Someday, the show WON'T go on, see? And then, I'll kick all your sorry butts OUTTA HERE!" Pete stormed off, grumbling to himself about something.
"That was close." Donald finally said.
"Yeah, ya can say that again. Thanks for the help!" Mickey said to me.
"No problem, I'm Kit Stormz." I greeted, shaking Mickey's hand. "So, as long as you guys keep the show going, Pete doesn't kick you out, right?" I questioned.
"That's right." Mickey answered.
"Uh, guys…" Minnie said, catching all of our attentions. "There's no show going." She stated. Mickey started to panic.
"Oh my gosh! I gotta get out there!" Mickey started running back and forth. "Gotta dance, gotta sing-"
"Mickey!" Minnie said, stopping him to calm her boyfriend down. "Just show some cartoons." She suggested calmly.
"Oh, right. Cartoons, huh. Right, don't you worry! I'll see to it that the show goes on!" He stated as he ran back on stage.
"Well, I better get back to my brother. Let me know if you need anything." I hurried back to my table and saw Charlie sitting there, bored out his mind waiting for me. He was typing on his phone when I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Sorry about that." I told him, sitting back down in the chair.
"It's fine." Charlie said, putting his phone away. "Did you kick the guy's ass or something?" I shook my head.
"No...not yet, anyway." I answered.
~HoM:NK~
It was during the middle of the show when it happened. The cartoon, Donald's Dynamite, just finished playing when Charlie and I received our food. I was enjoying my food when I noticed Mickey and Minnie, with confused expressions on their faces, heading upstairs to the sound booth where the cartoons would play from. But that's when I realized something, why wasn't the next cartoon playing? I know I shouldn't really get into other people's business, but I can't help but worry sometimes about others.
"Charlie, you wanna still look around?" I asked my brother, who was taking big bites of his pasta. He swallowed and wiped his mouth with a napkin before answering.
"Sure, why not?" He and I then got from our table and followed Mickey and Minnie before they got out of sight. Mickey head us following and turned around to look at us. He then asked, "Oh hello, Kit. Whatcha-"
"I just came to see if there's anything wrong. Oh, and this is my younger brother Charlie." I introduced. Charlie shook hands with Mickey and Minnie and said a polite Hello. "Is everything alright in the sound booth?" I asked.
"Horace won't answer his walkie-talkie to play the next cartoon." Minnie answered for Mickey. "We're worried, so we're going to take a look."
"Mind if with we tag along?" I asked. "Maybe we can help." Mickey and Minnie nodded their heads and took us up to the sound booth. But when they opened the door, the entire room was half-destroyed and Horace was tied up to his chair.
"Horace!" Mickey exclaimed. "What's wrong?!" He asked.
"All the Rain Forests are being chopped down, nobody votes anymore, and the internet's just too dang slow!" Horace answered.
"I agree with all of those statements…Especially the internet one..." I heard Charlie mumble out loud.
"No!" Mickey said. "What's wrong in here?!" He asked again. Horace then corrected himself. "Oh, um...Someone tied me up and took all our cartoons." He answered sheepishly. Just as I was about to say something…
"Oh no! A Cartoon Club with no cartoons?!" We looked at saw Pete standing there with a wicked smile on his face as he said, "Sounds like the shows over!" He chuckled. I growled. I had an idea a PRETTY good idea that HE had something to do with this problem…
"You're behind this, Pete!" Mickey accused as he confronted the landlord. Pete feigned a look of shock.
"Me?!" He asked, incredulously. "What makes you think it's me?"
"How about that rope?" Charlie questioned as we all looked at him, pointing to the rope Horace was tied up with. It had tag on it that was labeled, PROPERTY OF PETE.
"This isn't my rope, kid!" Pete defended as he walked up beside Horace. "I don't even KNOW Horace Horsecollar!" He declared.
"Hey Pete!"
"Oh hey, Horace." Pete greeted before moving to a pair of handprints that looked exactly like his own. "And my fingerprints right here prove NOTHIN'!" The landlord said before walking out of the room, saying, "I'd better make an announcement, that new owner's shuttin' down the show!" Mickey, Minnie, Charlie, and I followed him out of the room and back to the backstage area as we heard him shout to Donald, Daisy, and Goofy, "EVERYBODY OUT!" The penguin waiters scattered, startled by Pete's yell. Even a magic broom came to life and ran away.
"Show's not over yet, Pete!" Mickey said as he stood in front of Pete with the three of us to back him up.
"What show?" Pete questioned. "You got no cartoons and that stage is deader than the Haunted Mansion." He pointed out.
"We'll finish the show, then!" The group looked back at my brother and I, as I announced that. "Our family is from a long line of performers and martial artists. We can handle it. Right, Charlie?" I turned to my little brother, who had the same determination in his eyes. He nodded his head and we turned to Mickey.
"Don't worry, Mickey. We got this." I said. I could tell he was at a loss, I didn't want to leave him hanging. Mickey then smiled and nodded his head and told me and my brother, "Go for it!" Charlie and I hurried to get ready for a quick performance to close the show. As I passed by Pete, I heard him mumble, "I'll be watching you, kids." But I ignored him.
Charlie hurried up to the sound booth and after untying Horace, he set up his phone and connected it to the speakers in the House. He hurried back down and gave me a thumbs up, telling him we were ready. I waved at Mickey, who was onstage, signaling him to start.
"Alright, folks! Tonight, finishing the show, will be two newcomers to Main Street, give it up for Kit and Charlie Stormz!" The audience applauded as my brother and I walked onstage. We gave a quick bow and Horace soon played the instrumental song we requested. I started off the song.
Kit: I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when I gave the word
Now in the morning I sleep alone
Sweep the streets I used to own
Charlie and I kept the tempo of the song by tapping our feet in perfect sync.
Charlie: I used to roll the dice
Feel the fear in my enemy's eyes
Listened as the crowd would sing,
"Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!"
Kit: One minute I held the key
Next the walls were closed on me
And I discovered that my castles stand
Upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand
Kit: I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Charlie: Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Kit: Be my mirror, my sword and shieldCharlie: My missionaries in a foreign field
Kit: For some reason I can't explain
Charlie: Once you'd gone there was never
Kit & Charlie: Never an honest word
And that was when I ruled the world
Kit: It was a wicked and wild wind
Blew down the doors to let me in
Shattered windows and the sound of drums
People couldn't believe what I'd becomeCharlie: Revolutionaries wait
For my head on a silver plate
Just a puppet on a lonely string
Oh who would ever want to be king?
Kit: I hear Jerusalem bells a-ringing
Charlie: Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Kit: Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Charlie: My missionaries in a foreign field
Kit: For some reason I can't explain
Charlie: I know St. Peter won't call my name
Kit & Charlie: Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the worldKit & Charlie: Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh [5x]
As Charlie and I sung the chorus together, the audience was absolutely silent. Either they were amaze or they were shocked by our voices. Either way, my brother and I were in perfect sync with our voices.
Kit: Hear Jerusalem bells a-ringingCharlie: Roman cavalry choirs are singing
Kit: Be my mirror, my sword and shield
Charlie: My missionaries in a foreign field
Kit: For some reason I can't explain
Charlie: I know St. Peter won't call my name
Kit & Charlie: Never an honest word
But that was when I ruled the world
As we sang the last note, the audience went wild with applause. Some toons were even standing as the applauded. Charlie and I looked at each other and smiled. This performance was a success. We bowed again as Mickey walked back onstage.
"Yeah!" Mickey cheered. "What a great show! I'd like to thank the QuackStreet Boys, along with Kit and Charlie, and-" Suddenly, Pete stormed onstage and confronted Mickey. And he did not look happy.
"So, think you're hot cheese, eh?!" He asked, getting up in Mickey's face. "Well, what kinda show ya gonna have with no cartoons and just have-oops!" Something fell out of Pete's sleeve. It was a Cartoon Reel from the sound booth. Mickey glared at Pete suspiciously. Pete chuckled nervously.
"It's, uh...skin condition…" Pete made up.
"I don't think so!" I exclaimed. I took out my weapon, my mother's kimono fan and sliced at Pete's jacket. When I closed the fan, Pete's jacket opened up and millions of Cartoon Reels fell onto the ground.
"Look! The stolen cartoons!" Goofy stated, pointing out the obvious.
"Hand 'em over, Pete!" Mickey demanded.
"No! It's not what you think-"
"It's EXACTLY what we think!" I interrupted. Pete was looked around for an escape route when..
"Look! An elephant cello!" Pete shouted. Charlie, Mickey, and I actually looked away, giving Pete a chance to make a run for it. And so, the chase was on. Mickey, Charlie, and I chased Pete all around the House. We first found Pete hiding in the living dresser from Beauty and the Beast. Mickey opened the dresser and Pete jumped and made another mad dash away from us. We almost passed by the Winnie the Pooh table when Mickey stopped and found Pete inside Kanga's pouch. He popped his head out to see the three of us glaring at him. Pete ran again, and this time he disguised himself as one of the dwarves from Snow White. Charlie ripped off his costume and Pete dashed away. And so it went, this ridiculous chase through club after the landlord. Finally, the last joke of this chase when Pete hid underneath the Queen of Heart's dress. I lifted up her skirt and Pete ran away, but not just from me. When Pete left, I got a glimpse at the queen's lower undergarments. I blushed and she soon gave me a death glare. I sheepishly lowered her skirt. Before running away, I told her, "I'm not the perverted one in my family! I swear!"
"Someone! Get him!" Minnie cried out. Charlie then threw a pair of some of his dice on the ground and Pete stepped on them and tripped and fell onto the ground. Pete turned to see Mickey, Donald, Goofy, Charlie, and I marching up to him.
"Now hold on a minute!" Pete tried to reason with us. "Let's not get carried away!" That didn't work because soon Charlie and I nodded at each other and kicked Pete out of the club, literally! It was so cool!
~HoM:NK~
The rest of the night went on rather normally. Mickey closed the show and all the guests started heading out. Charlie and I paid our bill and started to head out when Mickey ran up to us.
"Kit! Charlie!" He called out to us. We stopped and turned around to see what was up. "Thanks for everything! You really got us out of jam!" Mickey said.
"No problem." I replied with a smile. "We're happy to help. Really."
"By the way, would you care to work here?" The host asked. "We could really use a few extra hands around here." Charlie and I looked at each other before looking back at Mickey. He was offering us a job, here! This was awesome our first job in Main Street, Disney! However, this was the start of our adventures here.
To be continued…
A/N: Thank you all so much for reading! I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter! Constructive Criticism and Reviews are welcome! See ya real soon!
Disclaimer: I do NOT own the lyrics to Viva La Vida, that belongs to Coldplay.