Escapade 1: The Bet!
One day, King Mickey casually went over to his good friend Ansem's house. He knocked politely (as he always did), and when King Ansem the Wise opened the door, he invited his buddy inside for some tea and to chat. Mickey cordially asked, "How's it goin', Ansem?"
Ansem replied, "Oh, it's good. It's always good here, especially without that annoyance Xehanort. Ugh, I just hate him."
He sipped his tea royally, as royal people tend to do. Mickey bluntly asked, "So, uh, are you the Emperor of Ice Cream?"
Ansem panicked, as anyone would do when asked about something like that. "OH, would you look at the time? I bet you need to be doing other things. I must go and organize my library again. It seems that a Heartless snuck in and moved things around."
Confused, Mickey responded, "Wasn't that months ago? I saw you fix it then. . ."
Ansem, who was still panicking, began scooting his friend toward the door, saying, "Oh, uh, er, it happened again. Yeah."
In a slightly sarcastic reply, Mickey merely said, "Uh huh."
Ansem finally managed to push his tiny friend outside and said, "Well, you'd better be going. I'm sure you have more things to do than trifle your valuable time with an old friend."
Mickey smiled as if Ansem were trying to play a joke. "Oh, I have plenty of-"
Before the smaller of the two kings could complete his sentence, the larger closed the door right in the mouse's face. "-time."
Sora, who had been waiting for Mickey, said, "Well?"
The mouse king smirked and replied, "Yeah. I knew it. He's so the Emperor of Ice Cream."
Sora raised his eyebrows slightly and passed King Mickey five dollars. "This bet never happened. . ."
A few minutes later, as the friends walked along, Sora asked, "So, uh, whatcha' gonna' do with those five dollars, King?"
Mickey smiled and answered, "Oh, I was thinkin' 'bout goin' to the store. Wanna' come?"
Sora said sure, and they both headed to the store.
Mickey stopped in the frozen food section, thinking hard. "Hmm. . ." He opened up the glass doors and pulled out a case. "Perfect!"
As they walked toward the check-out lane, Sora said, "Sea-Salt Ice Cream? You wouldn't. . ."
Mickey smiled evilly, "Oh, I would."
He paid for the ice cream, and they went back to Ansem's house. When his friend answered the door, King Mickey said, "Howdy, Ansem."
Ansem, wondering what Mickey was up to, replied, "I thought you had to go. . . ?"
"Oh, no, I just went and bought some ice cream. Do you want any?"
The larger king looked around nervously. "Er, nothanksmaybenexttimebye!!" He slammed the door closed.
After closing the door on his dear friends, Ansem the Wise retreated to his study. He drew a pathetic sketch of his beloved ice cream. He looked sadly upon his creation, sniffed deeply, and cried, for he could not have his delicious frozen treat today. Fear not, Ansem, perhaps another day. Perhaps another day.