NOTE: This story is my first ever fanfiction. So, this is going to play out like 22 Short Films About Springfield, with each chapter focusing on how the day unfolds for each character. So, without further ado, here's Disneyrama.
Once upon a time, there was a city named Disneyrama. It was a land unbeknownst to mankind. It was a land where dreams came true. It was a land unlike any other. It was full of thousands of colorful characters with very quirky traits and personalities. We then take a look inside the house of a little mouse. He had a white face and wore red shorts and his name was Mickey.
"Ha ha, today's a swell day, ain't it Pluto?", Mickey asked. His dog, Pluto, just barked in response as if to say "Yes". Mickey then looked at his prized portrait of the town founder, Walter Elias Disney. He and Mickey had a special kind of friendship. He took the mouse under his wing in the year 1928, where Mickey made his acting debut. "Oh Walt, you may not be here physically, but I'm sure if you were, you'd just want us to all have a good time."
Mickey then got interrupted when he looked at the clock ticking. It was nine on the dot.
"Oh my, I'm late!", Mickey exclaimed, "Goodbye Pluto, I gotta go!"
So, Mickey got into his car and away he drove. Though he stopped because he almost ran over a dog. It was Jack's dog, Zero.
"Uhh, Zero, I don't think you should be out on the road, so could you go back to your kennel?", Mickey asked. The ghost dog decided to do as he was told and go back to his kennel.
"Man, I sure wish Jack would take down his Halloween decorations from last year." However, as Mickey was driving he had a thought going through his head. "I wonder what everyone in this town does in their time. Probably something interesting.", the mouse thought. Well, we are about to find out the interesting stuff that goes on in this town.
END OF CHAPTER.
Sorry it's short and I promise longer chapters in the future.