I think I started writing this last summer, right after I watched Ocean's Eleven for the first time, but for some reason I just lost interest. I just recently re-read it. It's really wordy at parts, and there's some godawful sentence structure, but it made me laugh. So hard. I hope you do too, because I think I might just have to take a stab at continuing this stupid thing…
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Mickey and Pete have never been on the best of terms ever since that incident with the Steamboat some odd years ago. Now, Pete's rolling in munny and Mickey is returning from the pits of Kingdom Hearts to find his world in chaos. To stop the relentless waves of Heartless from tearing the universe to shreds, Mickey needs to jam a monkey wrench into Pete's operations, which means undermining the main source of Pete's slush fund. With the gates of Kingdom Hearts locked shut and the powers of darkness watching from every shadow, only the best will do...
Mickey's Eleven
(a perfect crime in eleven parts)
Negative One
Some people sleep at night and other people wake up. They stayed up to walk into darkness, only to find it lit up a million times brighter than Traverse Town ever was. The lights were brighter, brilliant whites and yellows with neon in every color outlining the buildings and luring people like honey to forget their lost worlds and worries and loose themselves in whichever way they liked best, if they could afford it. The brighter the light, the darker the shadows, and Pete made sure that there was just enough light.
His little project, the Cave of Wonders Casino sat in the middle of it all, snugly tucked into Hollow Bastian's metropolis. Maleficent encouraged the growth of big businesses in the city, assuring the citizens that tourism alone would help to stimulate the economy, and generously offered land to many promising entrepreneurs. Captain Hook planted his pirate ship and made it into a club. Hades owned a string of restaurants and was renowned for his barbeque. Clayton cleared out miles of cobblestones and buildings to build a hunting reserve. Oogie Boogie tried to muscle in on Pete's turf with his own casinos, but business slowed down once people realized that they were haunted and nasty things tended to happen at the slots if certain combinations such as ax, skull, pumpkinhead came up.
Hallow Bastian turned into a neon jungle, and every year its residents were pushed farther and farther away from the metal castle that loomed over the horizon, a ring of darkness in the middle of the glowing city. On the fringes of the metropolis lived the people too stubborn or too poor to leave for another world. By day, they looked shabby and rotten next to the sparkling hotels, but as dusk fell, streetlamps were lit and candles flickered in the windows. If you stood far enough away from the city, you could see them, orange pinpricks in a sea of darkness.
Far away, a dark shadow strutted through the mountains, drawn to the candles, the guiding stars.
For some people don't sleep at all.