My friend DemonicAngel6270 and I came up with this idea. We hope you like it. Enjoy.

I watched as Mickey climbed the final steps toward his heart. Thinner flowed from that annoying brush. The inky tentacles tightened around the heart one last time. The glowing heart falls from their grasp. The Blot gave a sudden lurch. Mickey reached for the shrinking heart. I looked up and saw the small, powerful heart falling right towards me. I caught it in my hands.

The heart.

My only key out of here. I looked at Mickey and down at the heart again. I caress it closer to me. It beat powerfully. Would I do it?

Would I take the heart?

Oh, what I could do with this heart. I can leave Wasteland. Imagine, me, being the one everyone looks forward to seeing. Being the most recognized cartoon in the world.

To take Mickey's place.

I would live in Toontown, and not on the summit of Mickeyjunk Mountain. I could live in Mickey's house, but I would paint it blue. I would be a hero, the person who was looked up to by everyone.

I would be loved.

I would have friend that are real, and not animatronic. I would have my own TV show. I could see father again.

I could see Walt again!

How could I have forgotten? I would live next to Ortensia, Gus and his gremlins flying about, and…and. They can't leave.

They can't leave.

Ortensia...

I wouldn't have Ortensia, gremlins, all my friends. My remote wouldn't work. Is the Toon world that different from Wasteland?

Will I be alone?

What if they don't accept me? What if I make things worse? What if Mickey was the glue of Walt's magic? Without him would his dream die?

Could I live with the consequences?

Could I live with myself?

I remember watching Mickey and Gus making their way down Mean Street for the first time. Mickey stopped at my statue and smiled at Walt.

My Walt.

But when his eyes moved towards the bottom, the hope drained from his face, like mine did when I woke up, ALONE, FORGOTTEN, UNLOVED, in a world that was unfamiliar to me.

Could I make Mickey suffer through that?

Am I evil, like the Blot or the Doc? Or am I nice enough, like a forgotten toon, to give Mickey what he wants?

What I want.

What do I want?

The Blot shuddered again, pulling me to reality. I stepped towards Mickey, knowing what I had to do. I looked away as I pushed my hand toward him. The heart floated from my hand towards his chest.

For the first time, in my years in Wasteland, I finally felt happy and light. I pulled out my remote and pressed the button. We heard the booming of fireworks as they went off. Three stray rockets zoomed through the holes in the Blot and pick Mickey and me up. We rocketed into the sky, causing a colorful trail to fill the sky. Mickey veered left while I and the other rocket plummeted to the earth.

I awoke to a rain of paint. I stood up and looked around. The gray place I called home was becoming a colorful wonderland with every drop. A big splatter caught my attention. I quickly made my way over to the other rockett's landing site. Ortensia's statue laid there. Just looking at her made my eyes tear up. I looked at her again and realized, the raindrops were landing on her.

Grey turning to color.

This is what I want.

This is my home.

"This is where the heart lies"

"This is from above"

"Love is this. This is love."

"Love is why we do it"

"Love is worth the pain"

"Love is why we fall down"

"And get back up again"

"Love is where the heart lies"

"Love is from above"

"Love is this, this is love"

"This is love"

The Script: This=Love

So our plan is to create a series of one-shots. Theses one-shots will take place during this scene. The one-shots are Oswald's imagination of himself in Mickey's place.