A/N: Ho-Ho-Ho, readers and fans! Since Christmas is coming, we've decided to do a holiday special for TS this year, and let me tell you it's gonna be a blast! So let's jingle all the way, right now!
(Disclaimer: We don't own the characters appearing in this special except Daryl Lente! They belong to their respective owners!)
ToonSchool Christmas: Mickey's House of Cheer: Part 1
"And now, here he is! The Kris Kringle of Disney, the Rodent in the Red Suit, the King of Figgy Pudding, Mickey…Mouse!"
As the audience applauds, the spotlight shines on a what seems to be a chimney and fireplace in the middle of the stage. Mickey, dressed as Santa Claus, emerged from the fireplace and into the spotlight.
"Ho-ho-ho! Merry Christmas Eve everybody!," he said. "It looks like a real Happy Holiday here at the House of Mouse. Heck I saw, the Queen of Hearts earlier, and I tell you, with those Card Soliders of hers, she definitely knows how to deck the halls!"
The audience burst out in laughter, as the Queen of Hearts said cheerfully, "Well, I never!"
"And check out Pinocchio, we all know he has some nose. But you make it red and glowy, and add some of Tinker Bell's Pixie Dust and he could give Rudolph a run for his money!"
The audience laughed again, as the puppet boy blushed and said, "Well, I dunno about that."
"Heck, even some of the big villains are getting in on the holiday spirit. I noticed Jafar conjour up four calling bird, three French hens, two turtledoves and a partridge in a pear tree just for Maleficent."
The audience burst in laughter once more as the two villains are shown with the said birds plus their own birds, Diablo and Iago (who was only visiting his old ally).
"Quite the collection of avians, Jafar," said the evil sorceress/fairy.
"Anything for my diamond in the rough," the sorceress/ex-genie said.
"Uh, I'm just gonna go back to Al and the guys," Iago said as he left.
"And now, to kick–," Mickey began to say, when suddenly, the spotlight turned off. "Hey, what's the deal?!"
However, Minnie, who is the show planner and bookkeeper of the House of Mouse, noticed this and shouted on her walkie talkie, "Horace, lights!"
Upon he heard Minnie's order, House of Mouse technician Horace Horsecollar got up and angrily glared a living spotlight, which revealed that it's bulb was shattered as it said, "Hey, it wasn't me!"
Horace shined a flashlight near the spotlight, revealing Bart and Bloo with a couple of baseball bats in hand, which they quickly hid behind their backs.
"Oh, hi there," Bloo said as innocently as he could.
"We, uh, saw a fly on the bulb," Bart said as innocent as he could as well, trying to lie their way out of trouble. Two pink elephants, acting as bouncers, grabbed the two and took them back to their seats, while Horace fixed the light, which shined upon Mickey again.
"Sorry about that everyone. I invited a bunch of my students from ToonSchool, and some of my teachers too, two of whom are also workers here at the House of Mouse. And some of the kids here, get a little out of hand, as you can see," he informed the audience. "But they'd best behave if they wish to get presents and not coal for Christmas."
Bart grinned sheepishly and sunk down in his seat while, Bloo scowled and scoffed.
"Anyhow, let's kick off our holiday show with Huey, Dewey, and Louie, aka, the Quackstreet Boys!"
As the three ducks performed for the audience, Mickey headed backstage and spoke to Minnie.
"So Mickey, nice start to the show," Minnie complimented.
"Thanks Minnie, besides that little fiasco with the lights," Mickey replied. "So are we prepared for the big gift giveaway/exchange at the end of the show?"
"Yep, the presents are ready and waiting."
Just then, the ToonSchool gang entered backstage via VIP passes Mickey had given them.
"So enjoying the show so far, kids?"
"Yeah, and sorry about these two earlier?," Tony said, pointing at Bart and Bloo.
"And what was that about?," Minnie asked sternly.
"Hey, don't look at me, it was Bloo's idea," Bart said.
"Is that true, Bloo?," Mickey said.
"Yeah, so what? You gonna do something about it, mouse?," Bloo said in a nasty tone of voice, surprising the two mice before storming off.
"What's the matter with him?," Minnie said.
"Well, let's just say years of being on Santa's naughty list and getting nothing but coal for Christmas for his naughty behavior has worn off what little holiday spirit he had," Mac said.
"I see."
Just then, everyone heard a scream from out in the audience, which all of them came out of backstage and saw Captain Hook shouting, "This is an outrage! Some plundering pillager has stolen my Christmas present!"
"Hey, mine's been stolen too!," yelled Cinderella.
"Same with mine!," said Belle.
"Mine's gone too," Simba added. Everyone else then burst into panic as the audience all stated about their stolen presents.
"Now, now. Maybe all of you somehow misplaced your presents somehow," Mickey said as he tried to calm the audience down.
"I sincerely doubt that," said Ludwig von Drake as he emerged on stage. "Now where did everyone put their presents?"
"Underneath the tables," the audience said.
"Yes, and when was the best opportunity to steal the gifts?"
"Well, it must've been when that incident with the lights happened earlier," Mickey said.
"So then according to my calculations, the thief used the temporary outage as a chance diversion to make their move and swipe everyone else's gifts…and the said thief is still here in the club even as we speak!"
At that moment, everyone gasped and whispered among each other in worry. If the thief was still here, it could be anyone.
"Now calm down everybody," Mickey said. "Me, the House staff, and our special guests from school are gonna do everything we can to find your gifts. In the meantime, relax and enjoy this holiday themed cartoon, starring me trying to find the perfect gift for Minnie."
As the cartoon began, Mickey met the TS gang, teachers, and HOM staff backstage.
"Okay, we need to find this thief, and get those presents back," Mickey said.
"But where do we start?," Tony asked. "Everybody's a suspect."
"We could start with the most likely of the bunch," Daryl said.
"You mean the villains?," Donald asked.
"Yep."
"Well, we best tread lightly with them," Minnie advised.
"Yeah, ayuck. They can get really ticked off if you say the wrong thing," Goofy added.
"Don't worry, we'll be careful," Ash said.
"Pi-Pikachu," Pikachu said as he appeared by his trainer's side.
"Hey, no super-powered pets allowed!," Donald said to Ash as he saw Pikachu.
"Uh, Pikachu's technically not–"
"I don't care. Get that electric rat out of my club!"
Angry at the insult, Pikachu shocked Donald with Thunderbolt, frying him badly.
"Little advice, duck: never insult a Pikachu, especially Ash's," Oak said.
"But we should also look at everyone else too," Blossom said. "For all we know it could be the last person we expect too."
"Blossom's right," Jimmy said.
"Okay everyone split up, and start asking around," Mickey said. Everyone then split to start asking around the club, with the still-shocked Donald being dragged along.
Later, Mickey, Tony, Daryl, Danny, Bart, and Timmy were asking Gaston and Lefou if he knew anything about the stolen presents.
"Nobody knows anything like Gaston. But sorry, I can't help you," he said. Tony then looked down were Gaston was keeping his present and found a wrapper on the ground. A sniff of it revealed the scent of…
"Blue raspberry," Tony said as he showed the wrapper to the others.
"Double Blow Bubble Gum," Daryl read the label. "The thief must've been chewing this when they stole the gifts."
"So we're looking for someone who enjoys blue raspberry flavored Double Blow Bubble Gum," Mickey said.
"Yeah, but it could be anybody in here," Danny said. Just then, Bloo, still grumpy, strolled by chewing gum.
"Forget those stupid gifts. We'll probably never find them," he said. "And he supposed to be a villain and he gets gifts? It's just as big a joke as this stupid holiday."
Bloo then stormed off, blowing a bubble with his gum, and revealing it to be blue to the others. Upon popping it, the scent of blue raspberry flowed through the air, leaving them concerned.
At another table, Ash, Pikachu, Donald, Daisy, Sunny, Nora and the PowerPuffs were questioning Aladdin and his friends about the theft.
"We don't know anything except that one minute our gifts were here and now they're gone," Jasmine said.
"Well, isn't Aladdin here supposed to be a thief or something," Buttercup said.
"Ex-thief, and I only stole to survive on the streets of Agrabah," Aladdin clarified.
"Yeah…wait, you aren't accusing Aladdin of stealing all the gifts are you?," Iago asked.
"Well, did he?," Ash asked.
"Yeah, did he?," Donald echoed.
"No way, it's absurd, Al would never rob anyone of their Christmas!," Genie defended his friend.
"Yeah, likely story," Donald said, not believing a word he said. As he circled the table in suspicion, he accidentally stepped on Pikachu's tail.
"Pika Pika!," Pikachu snapped.
"Hey, don't look at me! Watch where you put that dumb tail of yours, you rat!," Donald snapped back. Pikachu, upon hearing the insult, charged itself again for an attack. "Uh-oh."
"CHUUUUUU!," Pikachu said as he once again shocked Donald, who collapsed to the floor. Donald lay dazed and twitching for a few minutes, until he noticed a paddleball game lying near the area where Aladdin's groups' gifts had been.
"What's this?"
"A paddleball game," Nora said.
"Well, who do we know who likes paddleball?," Ash asked.
"Yeah, who?," Bubbles agreed.
"I don't know but it's a very unusual clue," Nora said.
"No, what's unusual is that you people are wasting your time trying to save this whole Christmas junk!," Bloo said as he came by. "In the words of that Scrooge guy: bah, bumhug!"
"That's bah, humbug, Bloo," Sunny said.
"Whatever. Ooh, is that paddleball?! Let me see it!," Bloo said. He then tried to get the ball to hit the paddle, and as usual with it, failed. Eventually he got tired of it and threw it away before walking away, and saying, "Ah, it's busted, just like the others."
Everyone then looked at each other with worry about what they'd seen.
Then, Jake, Tommy, Sandy, Jimmy, Goofy, Max, and Roxanne (Max's girlfriend, who was visiting for the holidays), were questioning Pete.
"So you want to know anything I know the stolen presents, including the one I brought for the gift exchange," Pete asked.
"Yeah, we'd appreciate it, yo," Jake said.
"Well, I don't know who it is, but it ain't me," Pete replied.
"And just why should we take your word for it?," Sandy asked.
"Just ask my ex-wife and kids here," Pete replied gesturing at his ex-wife Peg and their two children, the adult PJ and teenage Pistol.
"It's true, my dad never left the table, even when the lights went out," PJ said. "You believe me don't you?"
"Of course I do, Peej," Max said.
"Same here, PJ," Roxanne agreed.
"Yeah, we just sat here, trying our best not to start fighting for the sake of the holidays," Peg agreed.
"But I did find this where our gifts were," Pistol said as he held up a pair of black sunglasses, which the group took and examined.
"Now whose are these?," Sandy asked.
"Ayuck, who knows, lots of people–," Goofy began to say, before they were snatched away by none other than Bloo.
"They're mine," Bloo said sourly, as he put them on and looked at Pete. "Petey, Petey, Petey. You really disappoint me, man. Wasting your time celebrating Christmas, when you should be trying to shut the club down again."
"There's a thing called Christmas Spirit, which I admit, even I can have. You should try getting it, you Grooge."
"I prefer Scrinch, but either way, bah, humbug!," Bloo said as he stormed off still in a Scrooge-like mood, as the group looked at him with some worry.
After interviewing many more audience members, finding more clues, and dealing with more of Bloo's holiday putdowns, the TS gang, and teachers and HOM staff regrouped backstage after Mickey got the Quackstreet Boys to perform again.
"So any luck?," Minnie asked.
"Well, we have good news and bad news," Tony said. "Good news is we found a whole bunch of clues, all around the club."
"That's great," Minnie said. "And the bad news?"
The gang and teachers all glanced at each other with worry, as Mac said, "The clues all point to Bloo being the thief."
"Hey, come to think of it, where is Bloo anyways?," Lilo asked, noticing that the imaginary friend wasn't there. Before anyone could say anything, the power went out in the whole club again, shcoking everyone. A few minutes later, the lights returned leaving Mickey puzzled.
"What was that about?," he asked. Just then a scream was heard, and Daisy, who'd gone back to her post at the front desk, came running in screaming.
"What's wrong, Daisy?," Donald asked.
"Those three sacks of presents we were gonna give to the audience for the Gift Giveaway/Exchange, the ones you had in the Santa Sleigh out in the foyer…they're gone!," she shrieked.
"What?!," everyone gasped.
"Oh-no!," Spongebob said. "This is horrible! The Giveaway/Exchange is ruined! Christmas is ruined!"
"Not yet," Mickey said. "Luckily, the cameras there run and record on battery power as backup. We'll just check the footage and we'll see who the thief is."
In the security office, Horace Horsecollar looked through the footage with everyone. On the screen, they saw a speedy gray blur zip through the foyer, swoop up all the presents and speed off.
"Whoa, that guy's fast," Spongbob said.
"Hey, Horace. Slow down the footage," Tommy said. Horace did just that, slowing it down to where the figure was somewhat visible.
"Now zoom in on that guy."
Horace zoomed in on the figure.
"Now enhance."
Horace enhanced the footage, and the blurriness cleared up, reveal the figure to seemingly be…
"Bloo?," Mac exclaimed in shock. The others looked on in disbelief.
"There you are," the said imaginary friend said as he stormed in still as Scrinchy as before. "I've been looking everywhere for–"
He stopped as he noticed everyone was looking at him, some with glares, others with worried looks.
"Why's everyone looking at me like that?"
A/N: Oh, boy. Has Bloo really taken his dislike of Christmas over the line? Or is there something else going on here? Find out in Chap. 2, coming soon! Read, review, fave and follow, dudes!