Gratitude With a Skit
It was Sunday, December 11th 2016. The young woman's mind bubble dimension shifted into a giant ice rink on a snow covered land. DM caught sight of her skating out on the ice without him; her other favorite toy characters were also out there, enjoying themselves while listening to the Christmas carol music which was playing from the loud speakers.
The deterred mouse had known for a while that his owner was denying her little secret about how he affected her brain chemistry when she was very little. And she refused to talk to him on the matter completely. Her problem embarrassed her, so to admit that he had the power to arouse her erotically was like a perverted guy lifting up her skirt to see her underwear.
However, if Danger Mouse didn't do something to relax her, the young woman probably wouldn't continue her desire to finish her holiday tasks which she originally planned out for this December. That didn't mean that he didn't have a plan up his sleave.
With his owner and the other toys skating out on the rink, the monocular shiro nezumi snuck into the building that contained the DJ booth which connected the sound panels to the speakers outside.
In the meantime, the young woman was surrounded by her main Edward Elric plush doll and her Ninja Turtles action figures.
"Come on, Wendela," Donatello persisted. "You're not doing a great job hiding your fetish issue from Danger Mouse. I think he already knows."
She looked at the bo staff wielding turtle in the eye. "How could you still support my feelings for him when I once had the same relationship reaction with you a while back, Donny-kun?! I feel like I used you all this time without telling you that DM started this whole problem!"
"It's not your fault," he replied calmly. "I've forgiven you a long time ago when you moved on to Edward here. My brothers and I can't stop you from growing and discovering new fantasy series forever, you know."
"It doesn't matter who you go to next," Raphael added. "We'll always be in your heart."
She pondered the hot headed turtle's words thoughtfully, then nodded at him with a smile before skating away from the five of them to catch up with her old giant Balto and Jenna plush dolls. She made to start a friendly greeting to the two husky dogs, when the music on the loud speakers suddenly went silent.
Everyone turned to the new crackling sound of a microphone that echoed from the poles on the four corners of the rink.
"Good day, plush dolls and action figures of all sizes," announced a bold male voice. "Isn't it a lovely afternoon out here in our dear Wendela's mind bubble?"
A cold sweat enveloped the young woman in a horrified aura. "Oh no...he couldn't be in there...!"
"Forgive me for interrupting your holiday mood, but I just need everyone's attention for one moment before I resume the party's music. I wish to invite you all for an outdoor karaoke party to honor the woman who has given us her love. You are all welcome to sing your songs first before I save my special song to her for last."
The toys and dolls seemed intrigued by Danger Mouse's proposal. But their owner just stood in the center of the ice, red faced and dumbfounded.
"Please, think of this offer as my way of thanking you all for taking care of Wendela while I laid dormant and asleep within her soul for 23 years of her life. Because after all of the songs that she had played when thinking of all of us, we can at least owe her our own feelings in kind."
A mutual cheering roar responded to his speech.
"Finally...to you, Wendela," his voice silked smoothly through the speakers. "I hope you're listening to me with your friends out there. You have my word that I'll sing the best song that will move your heart. No screw ups. Because I plan to embarrass myself right here to you first, and prove that I'll never judge you for who you are to yourself."
There was a mixture of laughter and aweing amongst the crowd. And the young woman's eyes widened to the size of saucers.
"Oh dear," his voice sounded melodramatically in disbelief. "My body has suddenly frozen up by the magic of invading shrinking fairies that has attacked me from nowhere! Release me, you giggling pixies!" he demanded firmly. "Oh no..." he breathed fearfully. "What are you going to do with those!?
"No, please," he begged helplessly. "Th-The microphone's still...o-on...snf...Heh-heh...A-CHOOO! Snf...You de-ehh...vils... Why are...you-CcHhUU! Snfl...ugh."
Everyone else laughed at DM's vocal act of being bound and subject to sneeze torture. His wet, congested sniffles seemed to make the maiden's face turn crimson; she started to tremble as soon as the mouse dropped his performance and resumed the Christmas music playlist through the loud speakers.
"Rrrrrrrrr...BAKA NEZU-CHAN!" She exploded her yell towards the sky. "YOU'RE GONNA PAY FOR PLEASING MY HEART LIKE THAT! STOP ACTING ALL SILLY AND EMBARRASSING ME!"
The music stopped again and Danger Mouse's confident voice of pride responded to her outburst. "If you don't like silly, you chose the wrong hero to fall back into again."
His owner fell over in 90's anime style.
