So the story is just from the second game, because I've never played the first game and I'm not very familiar with the plot.
With that out of the way, enjoy!
Oswald was thrown back. It wasn't until he got up and felt the stinging pain that he realized that he'd been accidentally shot with thinner.
"Hey, watch it!" He snapped, before looking down at his remote. An idea crossed his mind. He smirked, aimed and pressed the button, literally giving Mickey the shock of his life.
"Ow! What was that for?" The mouse demanded, fur on end making him look poofy.
"Sorry, my bad." The rabbit apologized sarcastically. "I'm still figuring out how my remote works."
"You know what? It's fine." Mickey tightened his grip on the paintbrush. "...I haven't figured out my brush either."
One thing led to another and before they knew it, they were duking it out with the magic brush and remote pointed really hard at each other. Streams of electricity and paint clashed at the center, fighting for the upper hand.
That was what Gus saw when he teleported in, as he had been wondering what was taking the duo so long and instead found himself witnessing Mickey and Oswald fight to the death.
"What is the meaning of this?!"
They immediately stopped and turned to face the gremlin.
Paint and thinner was splattered everywhere and slowly dripped into puddles. There were also huge scorch marks, sparking machinery and sizzling wires. The air was heavy with electricity and paint fumes.
In the middle of all this mess, a frizzy looking Mickey and a paint covered Oswald hid their respective weapons behind their backs before pointing at each other.
"He started it!"
Gus shook his head in dismay. Saving Wasteland was going to harder than he thought.
On the bright side, Mickey and Oswald now know how to use their weapons!
In real life, it never escalated to this point. It just took us a while in the beginning to figure out how the brush and remote worked. Sometimes we did accidentally hit each other instead of the enemy. Heh, good times.
Until next time, peace!