I had to work the next day anyway. And you know, for a guy whose job is to sweep up popcorn and puke, I found I had no energy or focus. I was emotionally and physically drained. A Stitch duplicate was at large somewhere, causing mayhem and chaos, and the real McCoy was getting the rap. Plus, that evil fur ball was my best friend. My own "Ohana", Oh jeez, the irony!

Well, during my trash run, I had a visitor. It was none other than Mickey Mouse himself, and he was approaching me. The thrill was indescribable (so instead ladies, Imagine Johnny Depp walking up to you, that about sums it up, or for a certain vampire, Jason Issacs.) My inner child went bonkers. My first thought, naturally, was "Oh Hell. What did I do?"

"Kyle right?" Mickey asked in a serious tone.

Anxiously scrubbing the trashcan, I babbled loudly, "Yeah, um, what broke I'll fix, whatever burned, I'll put it out, whatever exploded, put it on my tab, and I SWEAR it had nothing to do with the noodles."

"N-noodles?"

"NO! No noodles, I'm good!" I wheezed, "Fine, Perfect. Hundred Percent, Working hard and keepin' clean!"

"Um, Kyle?"

"What?! No! Please I'm sorry! I swear I'm innocent! I didn't do it!"

"Kyle…. You're wiping the paint off of the can…."

I paused long enough to see that he was indeed right. Wow, that was humbling….

You might as well put those rags away, kid. You're coming with me for now."

My heart was so terrified it was forgetting to pound. This time I was sure I'd get canned, and by Mickey himself too! "Y-yes sir?"

"I need your help to find the vandal. I was told you know who it is. And we gotta hurry or Disney World is gonna become one big junkyard!

Mind racing, I rambled "B-but what about my shift? I don't get off until-"

"Don't worry, I've already handled it. Now, come on, there's no time to loose!"

Mickey was now leading me away from the trashcan, yet still one important question was on my mind.

"Where are we going Mickey?"

"To the most current scene of the crime."

And that would be the Mombasa Marketplace in Africa. Why is it that Stitch always goes fro the breakable stuff? Mickey and I slipped inside, and were shocked by the disastrous ado. All the stuff that could break, was. Shirts and other articles of clothing were shredded something awful. Nothing could be salvaged.

Mickey studied the claw marks on the wall. "Gosh, doesn't look like it could have been done by any of our villains."

"Could it have been Stitch?" I asked, somewhat leadingly.

"Hmm… guess so. But we've put him under surveillance since the attacks started.

"Say, Mick. Kinda confused here. Why did you bring me along? You said I might know about all this. How?"

"Here," Mickey said, pulling out a paper note, "This was found at the Briar Patch gift shop when it got trashed."

I opened it, naturally. In horrible hand writing, as though it took a massive amount of will to control, the note contained the words….

Kyle, help. P.S. Find Robert Langdon"

Very very nice Kat, how discreet of you….