Me: Gotta say that I'm impressed. Other people have asked me of bringing in other 'Forgotten' Disney Characters. Trust me, I will. But they're my own choice. You'll all just have to wait and see. I don't own anything here, though I wish I did.
Lan, Minnie, Pluto, Mickey, and Gus were the lasts ones out of the Film Prjector. They looked around to see a desolate cul-de-sac area was before them before becoming a street towards a cul-de-sac of four Projector Screens. Each screen was fuzzy and seemed to be out of order. In the first cul-de-sac, the four saw a Museum, a City Hall/Police Department, a Fire Department, a large Detective Agency, an Emporium, and a framework of a store. Behind them was a massive Train Station. Along the street were also an Ice-Cream Parlor, an Arcade, a Movie Theater, and a few other places. The five waved bye to the others as they went off before Minnie and Pluto saw the framework.
"Oh no…" Minnie whispered, "My shop!"
"Wow. Sure got hit bad by Thinner," Lan noted, "Let's just hope it was Thinner."
"I'll handle it!" Mickey smiled before blasting the framework with Paint, turning it into a beautiful bakery/upstairs home.
"Oh…Thank you, Mickey!" Minnie cheered as she kissed the other mouse, earning a blush from him.
"Hey, Gus? Was this some sort of theme park?" Lan asked.
"Oswald copied it as best he could. He wanted us characters to be happy," Gus explained.
"Characters?" Lan repeated.
"Characters the world stopped watching, and stopped loving," Minnie explained, "Rough drafts, extras, anyone who didn't work out right. Even characters left on the drawing board like the Gremlins."
"Most lived here, in Oswald's recreation of that magical place," Gus added.
"Disney World?"
"Exactly, Mickey. He set up shops. An ice cream parlor. It was home…before."
"Before that 'Thinner Disaster' you mentioned yesterday, right?" Lan asked.
"Exactly," Gus replied.
"One day, it was perfectly peaceful. Then, the skies grew dark and a giant bottle of Thinner fell from the skies and made a massive tidal wave of Thinner ravage the Wastelands," Minnie explained.
"That's when the life went out of Wasteland. That's when the Blot arrived, and his flunkies that were once Cartoon Characters from what you've shown us, Lan," Gus added, "With that…Welcome to Mean Street."
"Come inside. You all deserve a nice meal for helping me and saving the Clock Tower," Minnie spoke as Lan's stomach rumbled in unison with Gus and Mickey's.
"Thank you, Minnie-sama," Lan bowed before seeing two identical characters walk by.
"Gosh. Lots of these characters look alike," Mickey noted.
"They're different versions from different stories. The majority of those here are mainly from Goofy Shorts."
"Oh, yeah…" Mickey recalled, "Goofy's shorts were all filled with various characters that looked like him. Hey, remember the Hockey Cartoon?"
"Oh, yes!" Gus laughed, "I think they're showing it in the movie theater! There are others that are like those Goofys here."
"Like me!" a voice declared as a figure approached, his peg leg clanking on the ground.
"I thought these folks were forgotten!" Mickey growled as he glared at the figure, "I'd never forget you, Big Bad Pete!"
Standing before them was Small Pete, but not in the dress and wig to Lan's relief. He wore jean overalls with white gloves, a single brown boot, and a bowler hat. Lan also noted the cigar in his mouth and scrunched his nose. He just hated cigars.
"Big Bad Pete, Small Pete, Pete Pan, Petetronic. This place has got lotsa me!" Big Bad Pete grinned proudly.
"Please tell me there aren't more of you male cats in women's outfits…" Lan pleaded before receiving a shocked face from Pete, "…What?"
"You…You called me a cat. No one…No one's ever remembered that I'm a cat…" Pete sniffled before pulling the teen into a big bear hug with a stream of tears spewing from his eyes like the spray from the top of a fountain.
"Uh…There-there?" Lan sweatdropped before waiting for Pete to stop crying, 'So, uh, Pete-san, why are there so many of you?"
"We get things done in the Wasteland, see. So, work with us and nobody'll mess with ya!" Pete replied with a laugh.
"You got it, Pete-Tono!" Lan saluted, "If I meet any Petes, I'll make sure to remember that."
"Great! Just tell 'em that ol' Big Bad Pete done sent ya!"
"Good morning, everyone," Minnie greeted as the shop gained a few customers in the morning.
"The Rescue Rangers?" Mickey pondered as Lan came downstairs, brushing the last bit of his hair.
Lan blinked as he looked at the five on the counter. He noted the two chipmunks on the counter might be twins, seeing how they looked like one another except for the one that seemed to be old had a black nose and wore an Indiana Jones outfit while the one that seemed to be the younger brother had a bigger, red nose and a Hawaiian shirt. The outfits seemed to fir them both actually. He then looked at the white mouse of the five. She was slender and wore a violet jumpsuit with makeshift goggles on her head. He also noted the blue eyes and long, blond hair she had. Buzzing around them was a little, blue-green fly in a red sweater. He seemed to be a mascot of sorts if he had to guess. The one that really got him was the biggest mouse of them all. He had brown and peach fur, a pilot's hat and goggles, a blue sweater, and a detective's jacket. He also noted the big, red mustache and lime-green eyes he had.
"Minnie! We were all worried about you," the white mouse spoke in relief.
"I'm sorry about that, Gadget. A Beetleworks got to me," Minnie apologized before hugging Mickey, "But Mickey saved me as always."
"Mickey?" the red-nosed chipmunk exclaimed.
"Mickey, you were forgotten?" the black-nosed one gasped.
"Do you hear those voices? They're so squeaky! I hate squeaky!"
"I think it's cute. They must have been for a cartoon series for children."
"You think?"
"No, I haven't been forgotten. The Phantom Blot dragged me and Lan down here. Oddly enough, he had no clue about anyone here," Mickey said.
"Even you?" the red-nosed chipmunk asked.
"Yep, Dale. But especially dad," Mickey said, earning a gawk from the five.
"How could you not know the greatest man alive since Charles Lindbergh?" the biggest mouse demanded, his voice a bit Australian.
"He comes from a Zone where dad never existed," Mickey explained.
"Is everyone here going to flip out like this?" Lan demanded, "I thought DW already took care of this with those Gremlins!"
"Yep," the black-nosed chipmunk said as he ran up Lan's shoulder, "My name is Chip. That's my brother, Dale."
"Hi, lady!" Dale waved, earning a bop from Chip when he ran down Lan's arm.
"What are you, an idiot? Lan's a boy!"
"Nu-uh! She's got long hair!"
"I'm a male, Dale," Lan narrowed his eyes at the red-nosed chipmunk.
"Well, G'day to you, boy! Name's Monterey Jack, ace flyer!" the big mouse introduced himself before motioning to the housefly that was waving at Lan, "And this little guy is my pal, Zipper."
"Nice to meet you both," Lan said with a formal bow.
"And my name is Gadget," the female of the five spoke, "I'm the inventor of the Rescue Rangers."
"An honor to meet a brilliant woman such as yourself, Ms. Gadget," Lan bowed, knowing his niece would probably kick his kiester if she found out he was rude to a lady.
"Oh, yes, that reminds me," Minnie smiled before walking to a locked fridge, "I had something in here that Monterey pre-paid for. Ta-dah!"
With that, she pulled out a seven-layered Cheesecake from the fridge. Each layer had a cheese wheel-shaped edible decoration on it and the top had a block of cheese on it. Lan looked at Monterey and sweatdropped. Monterey Jack's mustache extended and twisted so much it ended in two puffs of hair while his eyes entered a hypnotic trance.
"Cheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeseee eeeee~!" Monterey Jack called out in joy before jumping and landing in the cheesecake, eating it while swimming in all the layers.
"…The fuck just happened?"
"Sin! Though I agree on wanting to know what just happened, there's no call for such language!"
"…What just happened?" Lan asked.
"He loves cheese so much, that he enters a hypnotic trance whenever he either sees or smells it," Gadget explained.
"I see…" Lan sweatdropped.
"I'm really starting to hate these Toons…"
"Oh, come now, Sin. They're amazing, in my opinion."
"No one wants to hear a hag's opinion!"
"Hold on, Chip, Dale, I've seen you two outside of the Wastelands. How can you be in here?" Mickey asked as no one seemed to notice Lan getting a headache from Sin and Lifecalibur arguing AKA Lifecalibur showing Sin who is the boss of whom.
"Oh, those are the original us," Chip explained, sighing sadly, "People just forgot about the Rescue Rangers and we ended up here, just like all the others down here."
"Ah! Found it!" Minnie called before walking up to the group, holding up a sphere of yellow energy, and giving Mickey a kiss, "Here, Mickey, as a 'Thank You' for defeating the Beetleworks and finding all my parts."
"It's nothing, Minnie," Mickey chuckled sheepishly while blushing.
"So what is this, Ms. Minnie?" Lan asked as Mickey was handed the sphere.
"That is a Power Spark. We use them in the Wastelands to power up the Projector Screens," Gadget explained, "They're the residual memories that linger of the forgotten and converted into a form of power."
"Oh man…" Lan whispered as he looked at the Power Spark before it went into his hand, "What in the…?"
"What just happened?" Chip asked.
"The Power Spark just got absorbed by him!" Gadget gasped before Lan's Dragon Armor engaged.
"Ah! Are you a Beetleworks?" Dale gasped, earning a bop on the head by Chip.
"My Nanites…" Lan gasped before he retracted his armor, "The Power Spark reactivated them."
"Nanites?" Gadget awed, "You have actual microscopic machines within your bloodstream?"
"Bloodstream? More like the majority of my body is made of them thanks to an organ I have that makes them like wildfire," Lan chuckled, "Now it'll be easier for us to find Oswald and restore this world."
"You guys need some help?" Chip asked.
"I guess," Lan shrugged.
"Then we'll help by being your eyes and ears around here. If you need to know anything, just ask," Chip offered.
"Really? That's great, guys!" Mickey grinned, "Do you guys know where we can find Oswald?"
"He's probably mopin' around Mickeyjunk Mountain again," Monterey Jack replied, licking his lips from eating the entire cake, "Been doin' that for years now."
"Mickeyjunk Mountain? Why do I get the feeling I won't enjoy that place?" Mickey asked.
"That's because Mickeyjunk Mountain is what it is; Mickey's Junk," a voice said before Pete walked in, "Morning, Minnie. Five chocolate pies to eat here, if you'd please. Oh, and one of your delicious coffees."
"Hello, Peg Leg," Lan greeted.
"What do you mean 'Mickey's Junk?'" Mickey gulped.
"All the stuff that wasn't made into merchandise based on you, all the rejected models, everything involving forgotten, abandoned, or lost memorabilia is what makes up that place," Pete chuckled as he sat down and reclined in one of the chairs as Minnie went to work, "I should know, 'cause…I helped make his base up there."
"So how do we get there?" Lan asked.
"There's lots of ways there, but I ain't tellin'. Unless…You'd be willin' to do something for ol' Peg Leg Pete," The anthromorphic cat chuckled darkly.
"…What do you want?" Chip asked.
"Simple; One of my connections in Os Town just cut himself off. I need you to find the guy and go tell him to reopen the Gag Factory," Pete ordered.
"Gag Factory?" Lan repeated.
"Just do that, and the guy will tell you how to get to Mickeyjunk Mountain," Pete grumbled before Minnie delivered his order, "Ah…I just love this place's chocolate pies."
"We'll get right on it, Pete," Mickey said, "But, uh, who's your connection?"
"Oh, you don't know? I'd expect the kid since the Gremlins have been goin' about tellin' us all 'bout the boy who doesn't known Disney, but not you. He goes by the name 'Quackerjack,'" Pete laughed.
"Who's Quackerjack?" Lan asked.
"He's the guy who ran the Gag Factory before it was closed," Gadget explained on Lan's left shoulder, "He's infamous for his dangerous toys, but makes up for it in his inventions involving gags."
"I still don't like his 'Itchy Cheese' gag," Monterey Jack muttered on Lan's right shoulder with Zipper on his head.
"Uncle Gus!" a blue-wearing Gremlin called as he appeared before them, "Hello, Uncle Gus."
"Good to see you, Markus. By any chance, have you seen Oswald lately?" Gus asked.
"Last time I saw him he was headed toward the Projector Screens at the end of the street," Markus explained.
"Those thing have been broken fer years now," Pete snorted.
"Yet he managed to get the one to OsTown working for a few minutes," Markus replied, getting a startled look from everyone but Lan.
"Why am I not surprised?" Lan pondered aloud, "I mean, this 'Oswald' is the true king of this place, so he should know about how to work everything."
"How did he get it workin' again?" Pete demanded, "Horace and I've got those two Gears."
"Yes, I do remember that," Markus deadpanned, annoyed at the anthro-cat, before Darkwing walked in, a bit miffed at something, "He somehow got Darkwing over there to act as the Gears."
"Did he say something involving a photo shoot?" Gadget asked.
"I…Yes…" Darkwing sighed.
"Pride comes before the fall," Lan shrugged before taking the hat off the duck's head.
"Hey!"
"You know…Why not go with a fedora? I mean, you're a detective, right?" Lan pondered.
"That is a fedora! Now give it back!" Darkwing scowled before taking his hat back, "Hmph! Now what do you mean by that?"
"So, why won't you let Markus have the Gear, Pete-Tono?"
"Well, kid…I done went and lost it to a Slobber," Pete admitted, looking away while twiddling his thumbs.
"A Slobber?" the Rescue Rangers, two Gremlins, Animatronic, and Duck screamed.
"Is a Slobber that bad?" Lan asked.
"Lan, think of a Spatter," Darkwing ordered.
"Okay."
"Now imagine a small hill."
"Yeah. There's the hill."
"Now make the Spatter the size of the hill and make it look horrible with three claws on its hands, a big beer belly, spikes all over its body, and eats everything made out of Paint while being immune to being sprayed by Paint or Thinner."
"Oh boy…" Lan paled.
"So where is the Slobber?" Gus gulped.
"Just outside Mean Street. Been campin' out there fer weeks now. I went to try and…persuade the thing from getting' closer and…" Pete smirked before lowering his pants a bit, revealing a deep gash in the side of his body, "…Got this fer my troubles. What's worse is that the beast went and ate the Gear! Tell ya what, boy. You go and get that there Gear back from da Slobber and I'll let Markus there keep it and give ya a few Power Sparks to power up the machine those Gears go to. Even throw in a surprise if ya manage to find a weakness."
"Mickey, Lan, don't do it. Slobbers are the invincible ones in the Blotling Army," Minnie argued.
"It's suicidal!" Gadget added.
"Suicidal, you say?" Lan asked, a grin growing on his face, "No sweat! I've fought some guys labeled as 'suicidal to fight' a few times in my life. Always came out with them being clobbered."
"Kid, you're just as insane as a few Toons that I know of," Pete chuckled, "And yer just a human."
"Actually, I'm a half-breed. Not sure which one it is, but one of my parents has or is a dragon," Lan explained, earning a few startled looks from those who hadn't been traveling with the teen since Dark Beauty Castle and just outside the 'Mickey and the Beanstalk' Projector Screen, before he stood up, "I'll be back in a few hours or less. Minnie-sama, I'll gladly pay for a chocolate cheesecake with a 6" diameter all around."
"Chocolate and cheese. Yuck…" Jack spat, "That's the only cheese you won't see me eatin'!"
"Glad to hear!" Lan grinned before walking out.
"Hold on!" Darkwing called before running after the teen.
"That boy is going to be the death of himself someday…" Gus whispered to himself before turning to Markus, "So where is the other Gear?"
"Horace Horsecollar has it. Horace can probably be found in the Detective Agency. I know he has one."
"So why are you following me, DW?" Lan asked.
"Because you're one of the rarest forms of people! The kind that has never heard of Walt Disney."
"Walt Disney, this. Walt Disney, that. DW, I am sick of it. I need to learn more about the guy first!" Lan groaned/growled.
"Man, your breath stinks!"
"What was that?" Lan asked.
"That sounded like Sonic and Tails," Darkwing replied before a demonic roar echoed across the area, "And that must be the Slobber…"
"Come on!" Lan ordered as he dragged Darkwing over to the roar's starting point.
The two an over a hill and skidded to a halt. Lan gulped as he saw what was going on and just what a Slobber was. The Slobber was, as Lan could guess, around the size of Bumblebee in his Autobot Form. It was made, much like all the other Blotlings, out of Blot that seemed to be solidifying and melting at the same time. There were three fin-like spikes emerging on each of its shoulders and going down its spine were shark fins laced with blades. Its arms were as thick as tree trunks with three claws laced with Thinner. Its lime-green eyes glowed a malicious light along with its melting/solidifying jaws. It slashed at Sonic, who quickly dodged it, while creating wisps of black energy that stayed in the slash path it made for a few seconds.
"That's a Slobber?" Lan asked.
"Seems like it," Darkwing replied as he pulled out his Gas Gun, "Well, Lan, let's get dangerous."
"Yeah!" Lan grinned, his eyes going from normal and chocolate-brown to cobalt and slit and back.
Lan drew Oathkeeper and Oblivion once more. The two charged at the Slobber as Tails flew Sonic out of an upwards slash. Darkwing fired his grappling hook and had it wrap around the Slobber. The Blotling roared before busting out of the ropes and exhaled as much as possible.
"Uh…What's it going to do?" Lan asked.
"It's going to inhale!" Darkwing screamed before running behind a boulder with the other two Toons.
Lan rose a brow at that. The Slobber began to inhale. However, unlike a normal inhale, this was more like one Kirby would do. Lan grunted as he dug Oblivion into the ground. He was praying to whatever deities he could remember at the moment that the area wasn't made of Paint, but of Inert, a material made in the 'real world' and not of Paint. A small trail of Paint emerged from the tip of Oathkeeper and into the Slobber's jaws. The Slobber began to cough as a third of its body turned into the color of Paint. Everyone looked at the Paint-colored part of the Slobber before looking at one another.
"Sonic, Tails, I need you both to pester that Slobber. When he starts to want to inhale, I'll deal a grappling hook and keep its jaws open. Lan, use that Keyblade…"
"Paintbrush!"
"Whatever! Just use its Paint Powers and let's get back another Toon! Does anyone have an argument on the plan?"
"Yeah. What happens if you can't keep that jaw open?" Lan asked.
"That's why I need you to paint my feet to be nice and heavy. Make sure the Slobber's back is facing my front so I can shoot its jaws."
"Right," Lan nodded.
With that, everyone began the operation. Lan poked Darkwing's feet with Oathkeeper. The cracks appeared once more before engulfing Darkwing's feet, turning them into a dense, heavy stone. Darkwing nodded as Lan faced him towards the Slobber. Lan quickly ran past the Slobber as the two Mobians pestered it. The Slobber roared before firing a rain of Thinner at the two. Lan clapped his hands and quickly transmuted a wall on Inert to protect the two as he dodged the ones coming at him. The Slobber roared and began to Inhale once more. Sonic quickly grabbed Tails and managed to outrun the Inhale, getting behind Darkwing as he prepped his Grappling Hook. He fired once more and it got caught on the Slobber's upper jaw. He pulled back and Lan quickly unleashed a flurry of slashes at the jaws, Oblivion dug into the ground. The Slobber gasped and shuddered as its entire body was turned into Paint-color. The Slobber roared as it began to change. Lan, Sonic, and Tails felt their left eyes twitch. The Slobber was just as fat, but now shaped like an egg. It had pale skin, red irises floating in darkness for eyes, buck teeth, a large, orange mustache, and a jumpsuit in the colors of grey, yellow, black, and red. He also wore metal gauntlets that went up to his elbows.
"Robotnik/Eggman!" the trio gasped before Tails and Sonic fell over, laughing.
"Eggman?" both repeated between laughs.
"D'ooooohhh!" the man growled, "I am Ivo Robotnik, not Eggman!"
"Meh. Whatever, Doc," Lan shrugged, "So, ya ever been to a dentist or did your mom marry a donkey?"
Robotnik began to stutter and gasp out in shock and anger. Nearby, Sonic, Tails, and Darkwing were all holding their sides at the comment. Soon, Robotnik began to shake with anger as he growled. Lan blinked as he saw the man turn bright red and steam flared out of his ears. Back on Mean Street, Mickey was walking out of a semi-creepy structure that had a detective's magnifying glass on it for a sign. Gus followed him with the needed Gear with Pluto at Mickey's heels.
"Of all the things!" the trio heard the roar before Sonic and Tails were behind Mickey, shivering like leaves.
"I've never heard him scream that loud before," Sonic gulped.
"Uh…" Mickey began.
"I'll just take this Gear to Markus," Gus coughed before flying off to the arcade where Markus was floating beside, a massive machine behind him.
"I hate that hedgehog and that half-dragon!" Robotnik declared as Pete locked him up in a jail cell, a straightjacket on the villain.
"Thanks fer the help there, kid!" Pete grinned before giving Lan a badge with his mug on it-Oswald's face also on it-with a medium-sized box that was glowing through the lid and small holes along with a wallet nearly bursting with Green Tickets and a saliva-covered Gear, "Take these here Power Sparks, Green Tickets, and this here Badge of the Start. With it, ya can get access ta any place in da Wastelands. Now listen here, them Green Tickets are worth 50 Red Tickets each. With them, you're set fer a bit here in the Wastelands. Also, that there Badge makes you authorized to capture any o' them villains out there by teleporting them right into a jail cell here, savvy?"
"You got it, Pete-Oya-san!" Lan saluted as Darkwing was given one as well.
"I'm gonna need you to stay here, duck," Pete ordered, "Just in case those kids of Oswald's go and mess up the peace."
"Right," Darkwing snorted as Lan was about to leave.
"Help!" a voice screamed before a duck wearing a purple jacket over a yellow button shirt and a red tie ran in, "Help me, please! Big Bad Pete, I need some help! Come on, please?"
"Hold on there, Fenton!" Pete roared, making the duck hide behind Lan, shivering like he was on a glacier, "Now what's the problem?"
"B-Beagles! They stole something from me!" the duck replied, "Please, I need help!"
"Mickey and I will help you, sir," Lan offered, getting the duck to look at him.
"Hey…You're him! Lan Hikari, right?"
"Yeah."
"You're the guy who comes from a place that doesn't know Walt or the Disney Corporation! …Did you say 'Mickey?' As in 'Mickey Mouse?'"
"Yeah…?"
"Splendid!" Fenton cheered before running out, dragging Lan with him, "Let's go get him and I'll explain!"
Me: As you can see, Mickey will be collecting various Pins while Lan's out searching for Film Reels. And I'm not kidding about Pete being a cat and nearly everyone these days saying that he's a dog. He's got cat ears for Arceus's sake!