The Damned
A long time ago, a Toon in the cartoon world once told Mickey that he was 'damned if he did, and damned if he didn't.' At the time, Mickey had thought nothing of it, but as he looked around Wasteland in its beauty and destruction that he had helped create, he couldn't help but wonder to think that it was true. Granted, Wasteland was beginning the thrive again, but it sure wasn't getting much better any faster either.
There were Toons in Wasteland Mickey had helped, their lives seemed to be better but it wouldn't be long before they needed more help. Who would help them again, because Mickey would have to return to the cartoon world soon before anyone got too worried about his disappearances.
There were Toons is Wasteland Mickey didn't help, and soon enough they'd find a way to make their lives better themselves. Make their own happy endings, if you will. They didn't need him, so why did they make him do their dirty work?
"Are you alright Mickey?" Gus asked, noticing Mickey's deep thinking expression.
"Uh?" Mickey said, snapping out of his trance. Mickey looked at Gus and smiled. "Sure I am! Come on, let's go!"
Gus smiled back and the two continued on their journey through Ventureland.