Mickey Mouse was alseep in his bed from reading "Alice Through the looking glass" when he noticed something about his mirror. The young mouse tiptoed out of bed careful not to wake his parents. Once he was over to his chair he smiled as he noticed the mirror becoming a bit wavy. He climed on his foot rest and stood on his tip toes to get a better view. He then ran onto his chair and stood on the arm. He grabbed the mantle and histed himself up. Once he was on it he stuck his hand through a couple times and saw how the glass became like rubber. He decided to see what was on the other side so he walked right thru the mirror. As he came out on the other side he found himself on a mantle looking similar to his but backwards, even the candles and calendar were the same except for the date was litterally backwards. The young mouse jumped down from the mantle and made his way through a corridor that looked like it belonged in a medival castle. Soon he found himself in another room with a shadow coming from the doorway. He tiptoed over to the door, careful not to get caught by whoever was in the other room. When he looked in the room he saw a man as tall as his father in a blue robe and had on a tall blue hat with stars and moons on it. The young mouse guessed he was a wizard by his apperance. In his hand the old wizard a paint brush. Mickey peered in a litte closer and saw what he was painting. It looked like a scale model of Disney world his father's theme park. The wizard then looked at his brush, sastified with his work, he took it and dipped it in a jug, and set it down into it's holder. The wizard then yawned and stretched. Mickey then hid behind the wall just as the wizard was about to turn around. Once he was up the stairs and his shadow disappeared Mickey decided to have some fun with the brush. The mouse jumped on the chair to look at the model and was amazed at how much this model looked like his home. He then grabbed the brush dipped it in a blue liquid and started to think about what to paint. He did think it would be fun to tag a few walls but he decided against it. He then realized that if this was going to be an exact model it needed some of his likeness on it just like his park well his DAD's park. He then started to paint an inky statue of himself. "Hey this magic stuff isn't so hard if I do say so my-" he was interupted when his statue suddenly grew bigger and bigger. It's eyes glowing green. "-Self?! Yikes where's the off switch?" he said looking for a way to destroy this monstrosity. He then grabbed the green bottle and the sponge and tried to brush it away. The monster then screamed in pain. "oh you don't like this green stuff?" he asked sarcastically, "Well then here's some more!" Then the monster was destroyed but faded on the model."Few that thing is history." he said but then he saw the light turn on in the staircase. "And so am I!" he then tried to clean up the monster mess and put the brush back in it's place. He then backed up on the chair til it tipped over and ran back to the mirror. But what he didn't see was the bottle of green stuff falling into the model and the monster along with it. "I think i'll leave magic to the professionals." he said. He took one last look to make sure he wasn't being followed and jumped back through the mirror. Once back home he climed back into bed and turned away from the mirror and went to bed.
82 years later
Mickey is once again sleeping in his bedroom with "Alice Through the looking glass" on his lap when he felt something drip on his head. "Huh is there a pipe leakin'" he asked himself. But it wasn't a pipe. He awoke to find a giant pair of inky hands reaching towards him. "W-what?" he asked himself seeing the monstrosity he had created was back to haunt him. He screamed for help as one of the arms grabbed him. "No! This can't be happening! It was... That was a dream! I... I gotta be dreamin' again! That's it!" he said to himself as he tried to struggle free of the blot's grip. But the blot was too strong. It dragged him thru the mirror and into Yen Sid's work shop. "Wake Up! C'mon, Mickey! Wake up!' he said trying to wake himself from what he thought was a nightmare. "Wake-" he tried to grab the brush to hold back but it went down with him. He screamed as he went down. "UPPPPPP!" However Mickey's struggles do not go unobserved. As mickey was falling someone was watching him. That someone looked just like him only longer ears, blue shorts, and no gloves or shoes. "Wow! They did it. They really did it." he said upset. "I heard the bad guys were planning somethin' BIG..." He crunched his knuckles. "Ever since the Thinner Disater, they've wanted more than ever to escape from Wasteland. He furrowed his brow. "But grabbing the Mouse? Of all the toons hearts to try and grab? The bad guys go for HIS?" He hopped down from his little observatory and made his way to the Grand Hall. Now they're just trying t'bug me. Well... one bad turn deserves another I say." He said as he entered the lab of the twisted castle.