The Magical Quest

Disclaimer: I do not own Mickey Mouse. I also don't own this concept as this is loosely based off of the video game franchise from Capcom. (I say "loosely" because I am messing around with the plot quite a bit)

We begin our story in a kingdom simply known as Magic Kingdom. This was a beautiful and vast land where everyone lived peacefully under the rule of King Richard the Third. Of course there was a princess as well, a lovely young mouse by the name of Minnie. The castle they lived in stood out like a sore thumb amongst all the other houses. Minnie always felt it was a little much, but King Richard didn't.

Of course, they weren't the only two living in the castle. There were, of course, royal guards, advisers, chefs, but the most important to our story are the peasants, most notably a jester and a pair of cleaners and a pet.

The jester was a tall lanky dog. With a dopey expression on his face most of the time, he was known as Goofy.

The first cleaner was a short-tempered duck who would pick a fight with pretty much anything that provoked him... just as long as it wasn't twice his size. This was none other than Donald.

Finally, the second cleaner was a young mouse by the name of Mickey. Mickey was a kind and optimistic soul, never refusing to perform a single task, no matter how embarrassing and tiresome it was. Was he just a loyal worker or was he just doing all of this for another reason?

Mickey was good friends with Goofy and Donald, keeping the two in line most of the time. They were the only ones in the kingdom he really seemed to get along with. Wait, why do I feel someone glaring at me?

Oh, yes, I forgot about Pluto! Pluto was Mickey's best friend as he was, well, his dog. Loyal, courageous, caring, Pluto was truly an important figure in Mickey's life!

While Mickey and Donald mopped the floor in the chambers, Donald looked at his handiwork as the portion he had just cleaned was spotless. He could even see his face in the floor.

"Job well done!" the duck stated gallantly as he plopped down on top of an object to take a rest. He slowly turned his eyes around, realizing he was sitting on top of the water bucket. The duck panicked as he got up, lifting up the bucket with his rear end. His eyes went wide before the duck fumed, swinging his behind back and forth, the bucket refusing to move. He then proceeds to bend over, using his feet to pry the bucket off, but to no avail. That bucket was stuck pretty tight.

Donald eventually applied so much force that the bucket flew along with him into the wall, the wooden water holder breaking into little pieces while the water now covered Donald, the duck grimacing and shaking himself dry, his feathers puffing up while he did so.

Mickey simply finished his portion of the floor, wiping sweat off of his forehead before saying, "And that's that!"

The mouse noticed Goofy juggling a set of rubber balls and asked, "Working on your act, are you?"

Goofy nodded and turned to Mickey, still juggling the balls while saying, "I sure am! Tonight's a big night, after all."

Unfortunately, Goofy had just broken his concentration as one ball flew from his hands, bopping Donald on the head. As the duck grimaced, he noticed another fly from Goofy's hand as he ducked down, laughing as the ball bounced off the wall and ricocheted into the back of the duck's skull, Donald falling forward.

"Why, you little!" Donald grunted, folding his sleeves and marching towards Goofy as another ball slipped out of the dog's hands into Donald's mouth, going down his throat as the duck started to cough.

"Uh... Goofy?" Mickey said as the jester ignored him while saying, "Who would have guessed that I'd be chosen to entertain the guests at this year's annual fes-tee-val?"

Yes, Goofy had a tendency to... let's say put his own spin on certain words. And Goofy's words were, indeed, correct as every year at the end of June, there was a festival in the kingdom to which everyone in the village was invited. It was a gala to be remembered by all. Goofy had been chosen as this year's entertainment, which was a very big deal as he'd never been selected before.

"If Mama saw me now, she'd be so proud!" Goofy exclaimed as Donald finally hacked up the rubber ball, throwing a tantrum and waving his fists around as Goofy walked over to the duck, placing a hand on his head and said, "You seem all fired up for the festival, Donald, ahyuck!"

Donald attempted to bean the jester in the face as Goofy let out his silly laugh, forcing Donald back, completely unaware that the duck was trying to harm him. Mickey rolled his eyes, let out a chuckle of his own then sighed, saying, "The best part of the festival is that I'll get to see Princess Minnie."

Hearts filled his eyes as Goofy chuckled and pointed at the mouse saying, "Gorsh, he's in love," Donald still scowling at the dog.

And Goofy was once again right. Minnie was the apple of Mickey's eye. How the peasant longed to win her heart. But the mouse snapped out of his state, a look of hopelessness crossing his face. He knew his chances were slim. After all, why would the princess ever want to marry a lowly servant like him?

Donald and Goofy noticed his state, Donald finally forgetting about his frustration with the jester and putting on a look of concern for his friend. After all, he knew just how the mouse felt for he, too, had feelings for a member of the royal family. His reason for being was Minnie's personal fashion expert, a beautiful young bird by the name of Daisy Duck.

Speaking of which, Minnie and Daisy were currently in the princess' chambers, preparing for the event that would take place in a mere two hours. Minnie was currently dressed in a puffy green dress.

"Does this dress make me look fat?" Minnie asked as Daisy nodded saying, "Yeah, that just won't do."

With that, the duck quickly pulled out a board used to cover one up while dressing, removing the big dress and fitting a different outfit, removing the cover to reveal a roman queen's outfit. Minnie looked at it, blinking as Daisy shook her head exclaiming, "So last century!" before putting the cover up once again, removing it moments later to reveal Minnie now wearing an elegant violet gown.

"Oh, I like this!" Minnie stated, looking at her reflection in a nearby mirror while Daisy nodded saying, "Now that's a princess' outfit."

Minnie giggled while turning around, looking at all sides of the dress before Daisy placed her hand against the princess' shoulder saying, "Remember, Minnie, presentation is almost as important as the look."

"Oh, I know," the princess replied, "I have to act like a princess too, right?"

"That's right," Daisy replied, nodding her head before putting on a scared look asking, "Is that creepy cleaner guy gonna be there? I don't like the looks he gives me."

At that very moment, a short pudgy figure of a man entered the room wearing a royal cape and crown while wielding a sceptre. The man looked at Minnie with delight and ran over to the girl hugging her tightly.

"Oh, Minnie, you look positively radiant!" he exclaimed as Minnie chuckled saying, "You don't look so bad yourself, Daddy! I think that diet of yours is working."

"Well, I did lose a whole pound today," Richard boasted with a grin while the two laughed, Daisy sighing at the sight of this. She would have gone so far as to give up her great fashion sense to have a relationship like this with her father... were he still living in the kingdom that is.

"It's too bad Mom couldn't be here for this event," Minnie said before taking a deep breath, Richard placing a hand on her shoulder saying, "Your mother would be so happy. Don't forget, this year's festival is very special."

Alas, Minnie's mother had died from pneumonia when the princess was only eight. Naturally, Minnie missed her very much. But now was not the time to dwell on the past. Tonight was a night to be happy as it was, as King Richard had said, a very special night.

"Daddy, you'd better hurry and prepare yourself," she said as Richard looked at the clock, nodding and saying, "You're absolutely right, honey! We only have a couple more hours to prepare!"

Everyone else in the kingdom was in just as much of a hurry, Mickey especially. The mouse entered his room, his pet dog Pluto pouncing on him and licking his face as the mouse laughed, trying to push Pluto off of him.

"Please, Pluto, now's not the time for that!" he exclaimed as the dog stepped off of him, panting happily while Mickey walked over to a cupboard, pulling out a bag of dog food while saying, "Tonight's a big night. I need to prepare."

Pluto tilted his head to the side, scratching his head with his tail before remembering what tonight was. He then bolted for the closet, Mickey pouring the dog's food into his dish, turning around and noticing that the dog had fled. His eyes widened, but his look of shock soon turned to an even more surprised one as Pluto leaped out of the closet, holding a fancy suit with his teeth while wagging his tail.

"Pluto, did... did you make this for me?" Mickey asked as the dog sat perfectly, giving the mouse an army salute.

The mouse laughed joyfully and pet his dog atop the head saying, "Good boy!" putting on the suit and exclaiming, "It's a perfect fit!"

Mickey then started to feel bad. Every year, he would always have Pluto guard his room while he enjoyed the festival. Pluto seemed happy enough with this arrangement, but Mickey didn't think it was right.

The mouse then snapped his fingers, let out a chuckle and said, "Pluto, you deserve a reward for this! How would you like to come to the festival with me?"

Pluto put on a confused expression as Mickey stated, "I'm serious! I mean, who would steal from my room anyway, right?"

The dog let out a happy bark, licking Mickey's cheek as the mouse laughed once more. Clearly Pluto was more than happy with this arrangement.

All the while, Donald was picking out something to wear. He wanted so much to impress Daisy this year, so he needed to look his best. The duck opened up his wardrobe looking at a number of sailor outfits, all of which looked exactly the same. See, Donald used to be a member of the marines. Granted, he wasn't a highly honoured member. He hadn't even been given a single complement during his time spent serving them. Nevertheless, it was still something to boast about.

Donald pointed at one, shaking his head and saying, "No..." then inched his finger over to another before repeating, "No..." but when his finger pointed at a third one, the duck nodded, knowing this was the outfit for him. I, for one, question this logic as they did, after all, look exactly the same.

Goofy was looking through a drawer of his own, but this wasn't for clothing. No, he was looking for props to use for his act.

"Now let me see here," the jester mumbled, digging through the drawer. The man pulled out a spray flower saying, "Nope," and throwing it to the side.

He went through many different things, including an exploding cigar, a unicycle, a chainsaw, and even a living, breathing lion until he found it, the perfect thing for his act: sparklers!

"Ahyuck!" the man laughed before placing them in his pocket saying to himself, "This is what my mom used in her act! I can't quite remember what happened after that," as he failed to notice a portrait behind him of a woman with a similar face being chased out of town, a fruit stand burning in the background with a sparkler right next to it.

And so two hours past and soon everyone was gathered for the festival. The children all ran around the grounds, having as much fun as they could while the adults helped themselves to the free champagne. Needless to say, everyone was having a great time.

Mickey arrived with Pluto by his side and looked at the other peasants and chuckled. He truly was the most well-dressed of all the subjects. The mouse turned to Pluto with a smile patting the dog on the head saying, "You don't need to be with me all night. Go out and have fun, boy."

Pluto panted happily, his tail wagging as he ran toward the buffet table. None of the guests seemed to mind this. In fact, they were all thrilled to see a pet at the festival.

As Mickey smiled, shaking his head, he noticed Donald and Goofy headed towards him. Donald grinned, slicking his hair back and saying, "Daisy's sure to notice me this year!"

"Gorsh, I wish I looked as handsome as you!" Goofy replied as the two noticed Mickey, their jaws dropping.

"How do I look?" Mickey asked as Donald folded his arms muttering, "It's a little overkill if you ask me," Goofy giving Donald a cross look saying, "Now, there ain't no need to be jealous, Donald."

Mickey then looked down and said, "It's not like it matters anyway. Minnie still won't notice me in this."

Donald and Goofy gave their friend concerned looks as Goofy's soon changed to one of confidence, the jester walking over to his friend and smacking him on the back of the head, Mickey's eyes going wide. Before he could respond, Goofy proceeded to say, "Mickey, you are the best friend a guy like me could ever have!"

"BEST FRIEND!" Donald retorted, fuming with envy as Goofy ignored this while adding, "Any princess out there would be lucky to have you! If you want Minnie to notice you, maybe you should make the first move!"

Mickey let out a sigh and placed his hands in his pockets saying, "I'd probably be kicked out of the castle if I did that," walking off as Goofy held out his hand, lowering it seconds later and looking on with concern when he realized it was hopeless.

Donald simply walked over to him and said, "Don't worry. He'll be okay," as Goofy nodded and said, "You're right. Besides, I need to stay focused tonight!"

Minnie was just about to exit the castle as Daisy asked, "Are you sure you don't want me to do anything else for you? I could do your hair real quickly... or ears..."

Minnie laughed and said, "It's okay, Daisy. Everything will be fine."

But just as she was about to join her father outside, Daisy remembered something important as she said, "Wait," before pulling a pink bow out of her pocket and placing it atop Minnie's head saying, "Now you're perfect."

Minnie smiled and hugged the woman as Daisy joined Minnie, the two walking over to a stage. Richard was seated on a fancy chair, signalling Minnie to sit next to him in another chair. Daisy, like all the other servants, had to stand. She never liked this rule, but she never questioned it because even she knew what crossing the line was.

Amongst the guests was a dark and mysterious figure dressed in a cloak and wearing a big dark hat to cover his face. Who was this being and why was he trying so hard to cover himself up? Nevertheless, everyone was having too much fun to even notice the man. Well, everyone except Mickey.

Mickey's good mood seemed to have been destroyed by his own words. He had such high spirits until shortly after he entered the festival grounds. Maybe it was best he just forget about Minnie for now and try to enjoy himself.

After all, everyone else was having a good time. Donald, for instance, was at the target game positioning himself to hurl a ball at the target. As he threw it, he missed and started throwing a tantrum, but that was just the kind of guy Donald was. It didn't stop him from enjoying himself.

Meanwhile, Goofy was entertaining some of the kids with his juggling act to pass the time until his big moment arrived. Goofy always found ways to entertain himself, even when there was barely anything to amuse himself with.

All the while, Pluto was playing with another group of kids, receiving all kinds of belly rubs, some kids even feeding him bits of their festival food. Perhaps Mickey did need to lighten up.

"Aw, shucks!" he exclaimed, getting up from his stupor and putting on a look of confidence, "This is no time to be down in the dumps! It's time to have some fun!"

But just before he could do that, a loud horn could be heard as one of the guards shouted, "ATTENTION, GUESTS! THE KING HAS AN IMPORTANT ANNOUNCEMENT!"

Everyone gathered around immediately upon hearing this. Everyone had heard the news about King Richard making an important decision that he would share with everyone on this very night. It had been the talk of the town for quite some time.

Donald tried his best to make his way to the front so Daisy would notice him. He pushed a few people out of the way before running into a fat man's rear end. The duck grimaced and ducked down, attempting to crawl under the fat guest's derriere while grumbling mild curses, finding it rather hard to squeeze through.

Eventually, he did so, rolling toward the front and turned to the fat man muttering, "Why you little..." before noticing Daisy, his look of frustration turning to one of happiness, the duck whistling and waving at Daisy.

Daisy heard the sound and uttered, "Please don't be him," turning her eyes toward Donald who waved at her, a goofy smile on his face as the girl rolled her eyes, planting her hand against her face. Why did Donald have to be the only male duck in the kingdom?

Goofy quickly ran toward the stage, stumbling and tripping over his own left foot, falling face-first against the ground. The man let out a simple 'Ahyuck' before climbing back to his feet.

All the while, the stranger stood in the middle of the crowd, his eyelids narrowing, his teeth flashing through the darkness and formed a grin. What was this strange man planning?

Meanwhile, Mickey had more trouble than Donald fighting through the crowd as he was way at the back, Pluto joining him. The mouse looked over at the dog and patted him atop the head saying, "Guess we're both out of luck tonight," Pluto shaking his head.

Before Mickey knew it, Pluto lifted him up atop his shoulders, struggling to stand on his back legs while holding onto his master, Mickey letting out a laugh saying, "Gosh, Pluto, you don't have to do this for me."

Of course, Mickey was more than happy as he could at least see the princess now. Richard quickly rose from his seat and faced the crowd of people, holding out his arms to silence them. He then proceeded to exclaim, "My loyal subjects, I have big news for you all!"

Everyone listened attentively as the man proceeded, "As you know, I have grown old! I can no longer run this kingdom as well as I used to! As such, it is my pleasure to announce that a new ruler will take my place!"

The subjects all looked at one-another, wondering what this was about as Richard placed a hand atop Minnie's shoulder saying, "I, of course, refer to my beautiful daughter, Princess Minnie Mouse!"

The crowd of people all cheered, Mickey looking down and sighing, "Now she's going to be a queen. It's even more unlikely that she'll notice me."

With that, said, he jumped off of Pluto's shoulders as he walked off, hands in his pockets while Pluto looked at his master with concern. At that very moment, Goofy was called up to perform as he walked onto the stage, pulling out his sparklers and setting them off, juggling them while the crowd cheered.

But just as Pluto was about to go after his master, something very odd happened. All of the lanterns lighting up the night had been burned out, the subjects all panicking. Daisy looked back and forth asking, "What's going on!"

Donald snapped his fingers and spat, "Aw, phooey!" no longer able to gaze upon his dearly beloved. However, that wasn't all that happened. Goofy tripped and let go of his sparklers, falling flat on his face, not that anyone could see it happen.

To make things even worse, the stranger in the crowd finally opened up his cloak, no one able to see him do it, as a group of small shadows emerged from it. Of course, as stated, they only looked like shadows in the darkness.

Mickey looked up, eyes darting back and forth as he saw what looked like the silhouette of Pluto dashing towards the stage. After all, Pluto had the best sense out of anyone there. He knew what was going on right now.

Minnie was so confused as she saw what looked like round shadows flying at her while Pluto leaped atop the guests' heads, beating the small shadows to the stage and shoving Minnie out of the way, the shadowy figures picking him up instead of her, flying off as the cloaked figure took the skies, once again unnoticed by everyone, stuffing his captive in a bag and taking off.

Soon enough, light returned to the lanterns as everyone noticed that everyone was still there, that nothing had seemed to change. Goofy noticed all eyes on him and quickly got to his feet, grinning at the crowd. Donald noticed Daisy clinging onto him out of fear as she looked over at him, the sailor grinning before she screamed, smacking him in the face and backing up, breathing heavily.

However, not all was as it should have been. Mickey was the only one to notice that Pluto was missing. He looked back and forth, running through the crowd of people, shoving them all to the sides crying out, "PLUTO!"

As he got to the front, he looked around letting down tears while Donald and Goofy looked at him, running to the mouse's side. After all, they were all friends. They cared about each other.

Minnie looked at the other mouse with concern of her own. Sure, Mickey was a lowly peasant, but she couldn't ignore someone in need of help. Even Daisy looked worried, despite Mickey being associated with her 'stalker' as some might put it.

"Guys, have you seen Pluto anywhere?" Mickey asked as the others shook their heads, Mickey turning to the guests and asking, "Have any of you seen a light-brown bloodhound?"

"I saw one earlier playing with my kids," said a woman as a young girl said, "He's a nice doggy! Is he yours?"

"Yes," Mickey said, hope in his expression, "Have you seen him recently?"

The girl shook her head as the others shrugged as well. Minnie held out her arms and shouted, "As the future queen of Magic Kingdom, I order an all-out search for this poor mouse's pet bloodhound!"

Everyone stared at her for a while then shrugged remembering that orders were orders. But what an odd request: setting aside everything for a lowly peasant.

Richard simply looked at Mickey, who still had tears in his eyes saying, "Don't worry, son, we'll find your dog," as Mickey said, "Don't bother searching. I know he was still around here when the lights went out."

Then it hit him. What if something had happened when the lights went off? At that very moment, Richard noticed a slip of paper on Minnie's chair.

The king opened it up as the others watched, Goofy asking, "What's it say, kingy?"

The king cleared his throat and read aloud, "Dear King Richard: If you are reading this note, this means that your daughter has been kidnapped and taken back to my lair! If you want her back, you'll have to forfeit your kingdom to me! Yours truly, King Pete of Peteland!"

Everyone gasped at this then realized Minnie was still there and sighed with relief. Goofy rubbed the back of his head saying, "Well, gorsh, if the princess is still here, then why has that Pete guy left this here letter behind?"

"Now that you mention it," Minnie said, placing her fingers against her chin, "I did feel something knock me off of my chair before the lights came back on."

Then it was soon clear to everyone what had happened. Pluto had saved Minnie but was captured in the process. Pete didn't have the princess: he had Mickey's dog!

Minnie looked at Mickey with concern and said, "Oh, I'm sorry, sir... that was a brave thing your dog did."

Mickey tried to hold in his tears but couldn't as he cried out, "WHY COULDN'T HE HAVE TAKEN ME INSTEAD!" crying while Donald held the mouse up by one arm saying, "There, there, Mickey..." Goofy letting down tears of his own, helping his friend up by the other arm, the two walking him out of the grounds and back to the castle. This wonderful night had become a catastrophe. Who knew just how much Pluto was suffering right now?

Later that night, Mickey lay in his bed wide awake. He couldn't get to sleep. How could he? His best friend in the whole world was gone, probably being tortured at this very moment. He couldn't have cared less right now who this King Pete was and why he even wanted the princess. Nothing else in Mickey's life seemed to matter without Pluto around.

Suddenly, he heard a knock on his door as he looked up and groaned, "Enter..." his head slumping back down against the bed.

Mickey was shocked to see Minnie entering his room. He couldn't believe it: A member of the royal family was visiting a mere peasant. The princess simply walked over to his bed and sat beside him, a look of concern on her face.

"I'm sorry about what happened, sir, but for what it's worth, that was a very brave thing your dog did," she said with a weak smile, "He saved my life, you know."

"Yeah," Mickey replied with a sigh, "A real hero, that Pluto."

Minnie saw that cheering Mickey up would be more difficult than she could have imagined. She then looked at the mouse and giggled asking, "Say, I almost don't recognize you in those peasant garments."

"Oh, yeah, that," Mickey said, a small hint of a smile coming on his face, only to be replaced by another look of sadness as he said, "Pluto made me that suit the other night, you know."

"He made you a suit?" Minnie asked, now wondering how a house-pet could even operate a sewing machine, then her look of confusion turned to a serious one as she said, "I will not stand for this! I promise you that we will find out where Peteland is and find your dog!"

Mickey looked up at the princess and asked, "You'd do that... for a peasant?"

Minnie nodded and said, "I care about all my subjects," before exiting the room, Mickey smiling briefly before looking down and asking, "But what if they can't find out where this kingdom is?"

Upon exiting, Minnie noticed Daisy next to the door, folding her arms and asking, "Were you eavesdropping again!" Daisy putting on a nervous smile saying, "Sorry, couldn't help myself."

The duck then grinned at the princess before asking, "Say, you like that boy, don't you?"

Minnie let out a sigh and said, "I can't keep secrets from you, Daisy! I do like him!"

Daisy gasped and started to go on and on about how it was wrong for a princess to feel that way towards a peasant, Minnie pretending not to hear any of it as the two walked off to bed for the night.

After a few seconds, Mickey's eyes widened, the boy coming to a quick realization. This wasn't a time to be lying around. What if he was right? What if the kingdom was incapable of helping him?

"Pluto's my dog!" the mouse exclaimed, a serious look in his eyes, "If anyone's going to save him, it's me!"

Then letting out a yawn, he looked at the clock next to his bed and said, "I'll start first thing in the morning," crawling under the covers muttering to himself, "Can't save dogs while tired..."

Note: Any questions you have regarding the logic behind some of these plot points will be answered in later chapters. Anyway, I hope you're enjoying this so far. I've actually had this idea for a while but wasn't sure if I should make my own story adaptation of the first Magical Quest game. I do not intend on making future chapters nearly as long as this one. Just saying this in case you were wondering.