There was a full house in the club and Daisy's hand cramped by the time she finished checking off the final reservation. Mickey thought about what Clarabelle said about Pete, so he had the waiter penguins and the Fantasia broomsticks guard every pole in the house.

"Now, Steamboat Willie himself, Mickey Mouse!" Mike announced.

Mickey slid on stage like always. "Hey everybody! We got another great show tonight! We'll start it off with a Goofy cartoon!" he then pointed to the large screen expecting Horace to play it. The screen was still black and Mickey was awkwardly standing there.

"Uh, hold on a bit everyone while I check what's going on."

Back stage he noticed Minnie wasn't there. Maybe there was an emergency that needed her he thought to himself.

In the control room Mickey found Horace laid back on his chair reading a magazine. "Did you break another cartoon Horace?"

"No, why? Aren't you supposed to be on stage now?" he asked.

"Yeah, but you didn't play the cartoon."

"I didn't get the OK from Minnie to start playing."

"Really? Well play the cartoon while I go find her." Mickey told Horace.

Mickey went back down where he expected to see Minnie on her PDA like always, but this time he was wrong. Confused, he scratched his head. "Where is she?" he then thought that she was probably in the prop basement again, like the last time she went missing. "Pluto!" he called to his faithful pet.

Pluto appeared right away to his master. "Hey boy, did you see Minnie go down in the prop basement earlier?"

Pluto responded by nodding his head left and right with his usual groan. "Could you check if she's down there?" Mickey asked while petting his head.

Pluto barked happily and scurried down to the prop room. "Good boy!" Mickey called out.

Pete took his seat in the audience, put up his feet, and slyly grinned. "Haha! Time to watch this place crumble down." And he just happened to have a small cookie in his hand and crushed it into little pieces as he said that (Got to love puns ). "Hey Goof!" he yelled.

Goofy then appeared at his side with a handful of menus, a notepad, and a pencil. "What would you like Pete?" he asked kindly.

"Bring me another cookie, and this time with a glass of milk!" Pete demanded with a hard slam on the table with his fist.

"Yes sir, Mr. Pete!" Goofy said happily with a salute and clumsily ran to the kitchen like always.

Back at the reservation desk Daisy wondered why Minnie was taking a long time to return from her talk with Pete. "She's been gone for a long time." She told Donald. "She needs her things to work backstage."

"I'm surprised nothing bad has happened yet." Donald commented.

"Guys, have either of you seen Minnie?" Mickey asked while approaching them.

"We were just talking about her." Daisy said. "Pete needed to talk to her and Minnie left her things with me and she hasn't come back to get them."

"Why did Pete need to talk with Minnie?" a shocked Mickey asked.

"Pete said that it was private." Donald answered. "There's something screwy going on here." He added with a wise chin stroke.

"I agree. After I present the next act I'll have a talk with him. He's responsible for Minnie's sudden disappearance. I just know it." Mickey said angrily.

Meanwhile Minnie struggled inside the sac inside the dumpster. "Ugh! This is so 1930's! I thought I was done with this damsel in distress nonsense!" she pouted angrily. The only thing she could do at the moment was kick the side of the dumpster through the sac and hope that someone would hear it.