Note: Okay, one of you asked for drama. Are you all ready?
You: *pumps fists* Hell yeah!
Even if it's completely stupid, a parody and maybe a little offensive to some readers due to some bashing relating to the topic (hint: it rhymes with Larry Goo)?
You: Yeah!
All right. Consider the previous line your warning.
As the Nintendo Icon, Mario would say: *claps hands* Let's a go!
~The Invasion~
Part 1 of 3 (planned)
Prologue:
It is a well known fact that animals can never evolve to the point where they develop a human-like personality, along with a human-like structure. In our normal world, there were no such things as a dog that could walk and talk, or a rabbit that can have a complete conversation with you on the meaning of life.
Of course, in case you haven't realized yet, this is not our normal world.
For example:
There goes Daisy Duck, W.D. Academy's head secretary, running through the hallways to get to the Headmaster's office.
Her eyes were wide, scared and desperate. She had something she had to tell the Headmaster before the crisis got worse, and the whole student body was overcome with panic. Any student out in the hallway stops and stares after her as her flat feet (which are wearing a pair of sexy green pumps) leave a trail of smoke due to her speed.
Finally, she slammed open the office door, panting through her beak. Her boss, though small in stature, stood regally in front of the huge window overlooking the campus, his back facing her.
"Mickey, something terrible has happened!" Daisy gasped out.
Mickey Mouse (cue applause and cheers from audience) turned his head to face her, his face stern and serious.
"I already know Daisy," he said. "That horrid disturbance in the force was just too much to ignore."
Daisy calmed down somewhat, but still quirked a skeptical eyebrow. "What are we going to do? There are probably a hundred of them in the school by now."
"I already have a plan," he replied as he walked away from the window, toward the exit. "Donald, Goofy and I are about to leave now for help."
"Well at least you guys work fast," she said dryly.
He eyed Daisy sternly, silencing her. "Until then, you and Minnie are in charge of the school. Make sure all the students and the entire faculty is safe, and whatever you two do, try not to approach the threats—at least not without a weapon. Though they don't look it, they are too dangerous, even for the five of us combined."
"But what if the students start asking questions?" Daisy asked. "They are going to notice the threat eventually, no matter what we'll say to try to cover it up."
Mickey paused in the doorway and contemplated that. "I trust the students to protect themselves if need be, but just in case, prevent casualties if you can."
With that said, the black mouse clapped his white gloved hands. There was a loud crack that resounded in the room, and the area reverberated and sparked with magic.
Then, in a flash of smoke, Mickey Mouse, Headmaster of W.D. Academy, was gone.
Daisy swallowed harshly as she walked towards the same window her boss had been previously looking at. It was early morning, and all the students, donned in their uniforms, had stepped out of their dormitories to start the day, unknowing of the threats that had breached their precious school.
She exhaled a shaky breath.
"Walt help us all."
Think this is enough drama for ya? Even if it's a little exaggerated?
Why I used "Walt" instead of God: Because Walt Disney is their God, that's why, XD.
And Yes! I made Mickey say it, "the force"! (In other words, I can't take it back, and you can't make me, even if you tried! XP--Yes, I can be this immature in real life...sadly)
Because one: I'm a bit of a Star Wars geek.
And two: we can't deny that The Mouse kicked ass with his Keyblade in Kingdom Hearts II, just like how the equally awesome Yoda kicked ass with his lightsaber in Episode II and III (well, almost, but the way he moved was awesome anyway; he made Revenge of the Sith worth watching).
What's going to happen next, I wonder?...
Probably nothing that different if you've read these kinds of fics before.