"So, what do you think?" I said. "Did I do good in that show?"

"Uh, you did just as fine. And you look so cool wearing that outfit."

I smiled and giggled.

"Oh! I do, don't I? Really cute compliment, Mickey. I like it."

So did Mickey.

"Look, Minnie, I know we spent like 60 years together, back in 1928. In fact, I appeared in your series too! How could we have met ourselves like this in your series?"

"Uhhhh..." I tried hard to answer that question. "No clue."

"From my 60th anniversary, I was wearing the sorcerer's outfit, which was a magic wizard hat, and a red robe. I even wore boots." Mickey said, arms crossed. "And nobody knows who framed Roger Rabbit there. I was gone! They said I wasn't going to appear in my special."

"Oh my!" I said. "I was in your anniversary special. I had cried about that."

"I was voiced by Wayne Allwine, back in 1977." Mickey said.

"Cute voice." I giggled.

"Thanks, Min." He bowed. "What were you voiced by?"

"Gee, I didn't think I had a voice back then." I was curious.

"Was that in the mid '80s?" He asked me.

"Ruth Clifford voiced me back in 1952, I could know."

"Gee, who are you voiced by now?" He asked me again.

"I thought you'd never ask." I took out a piece of paper and wrote who voiced me. Then I showed it to Mickey. "I'm voiced by Russi Taylor!"

"...huh?"

Mickey was confused.

"Oh, and before you ask, Russi was the current voice of me in 1986, which was two years ago. She also voiced Huey, Dewey, Louie, and Webby from DuckTales!"

"Well, glad to hear!" Mickey said in a happy tone.

"Thank you!" I kissed Mickey on the cheek, which returned back to me.

Then the two of us stayed silent for what seemed to be like a few minutes.

I felt Mickey place a hand on my bow and clear his throat.

"So, uh...you want to talk about DuckTales?"

I nodded. Mickey changed from the sorcerer's outfit to his regular outfit. He had red shorts with white buttons, and yellow shoes.

"Alright, let's start." He clapped his hands. "So Scrooge McDuck appeared there, right?"

I just shrugged. "I don't think I've ever met Scrooge McDuck before. I hear he's a rich duck."

"Never? He was voiced by Alan Young."

"I know the voice, I just don't know if I ever met him. I guess he's Donald's uncle."

I shook my head.

"Can I ask you something? So, you were made in 1928, right?"

"Yep. I don't know if I've had my own cartoon series, though."

"Why not? We had you in my cartoon series. I also was made in 1928, in my famous cartoon called Steamboat Willie."

"Wow! Really? You were known as Steamboat Willie?" I lifted my head up to look at him.

He nodded and smiled at me. "Yeah, didn't you notice that hat that I got on, and that steamboat that I got from my classic days? Take a look!"

He showed me to his steamboat and put on his hat, rode on the steamboat, and rode on it while whistling to the tune of Steamboat Bill.

"Wow!" I slowly leaned in closer to him. "You love riding on your own steamboat!"

"Yep, but Captain Peg Leg Pete stopped me, and switched places with me behind the wheel, sending me back down in the deck."

I wanted to use the wheel too, riding on the steamboat Mickey showed me while humming to that tune that Mickey whistled, and pulling the rope to sound the steamboat's three whistles. Unfortunately, the steamboat whistled at me, and I covered my ears, squashing my bow.

He chuckled. "Careful, Min! Just because the steamboat whistles loudly, doesn't mean it hurts your ears."

I shook my hand, and patted my ears, put my bow back between my ears, and he continued to talk.

"And I'm not alone. Peg Leg Pete is one of the big guys who was in my cartoon. He moved in closer and patted my head. "I've met that guy, and maybe one of the big ones. I even understand that the steamboat can do anything, but there's no reason for that. Instead of making the steamboat whistle, why don't you try riding the steamboat?"

I tilted my head and gave him a quizzical look. "But...how would I do that?"

"Try it like me. Just try to get the hold of the wheel, and ride! Pretty great, huh?"

He was right. Sure, the fact that he took me on his steamboat is rather fantastic, but being able to ride the steamboat like him is a really sweet power.

"I'll leave you here to ride my steamboat. Right now, I'll just sit here and watch."

He relaxed and watched me ride the steamboat.

"This is so much fun!"

After about 4 years of riding the steamboat, we got off. We finally saw The Swabbies, an un-released Disney film that never was completed, and that movie that I don't know the name of.

"Oh, this film? It's Prince and the Pauper."

"Uh, that's not what I wanted to show you, Minnie." He took my arm and pulled me along for a few more minutes. He then stopped and found Mickey Columbus, a film that was released. "Look."

I noticed him, taking the role of Christopher Columbus, in the picture.

"Gosh, you were a historical mouse."

"You think that my shipmates, Donald and Goofy, had my revolutionary idea before?"

"I'm pretty sure that the world had been round in the film."

"Were you in there?" He asked me if I was.

"Nope." I said.

"Well, if we wait 3 years..." I said to Mickey. "we'll run into a Runaway Brain."

"Runaway Brain? Well, my brain didn't run away."

I giggled and began walking with Mickey.

Minnie: And thus, that crazy mouse who was playing his game, suddenly got interrupted by that cute little girl mouse, making him lose the game, and have a runaway brain.

Mickey: Gosh, that sounded very scary.

Minnie: That was from Runaway Brain from 1995. I was in that movie.

Mickey: There was that one time when I turned into a monster, that fell in love with you.

Minnie: Wow...I wasn't afraid of that.

Mickey: Why WEREN'T you afraid? I mean, I know I looked like a monster, but why?

Minnie: Shopping. *winks* Anyways, onto the early 2000s...

Mickey was driving in his car with me by my side. Mickey still was wearing his red shorts with white buttons, and yellow shoes. I now had a blue bow on my head, and I wore a blue skirt, bloomers, and yellow heels. Together, we drove down the road instead of just walking.

The name "Mickey Mouse Works" was above us.

"Wow! Look at the logo above us!" I said. "Wait until I appear in my own shorts!"

Mickey still was driving his car, as the gates opened.

"You know, I can try to hang out with you if you'd like to." I placed my hand on his shoulder. He turned to me and smiled.

"Alright. But, before we go..." He then embraced me, making me turn red. "After seventy-one years we've been together, I couldn't have done it without you, Minnie." He gave me a few pats on the back and released me.

I awkwardly rubbed my shoulder as we walked inside.

"I'll be back soon!" He yelled as the gate closed behind him.

Again, I could do nothing but just walk to my house. And just wait. I noticed my bow was still on, so I rubbed it, and rubbed my cheeks to hide my blushing.

"My, what's been going on with me?" I thought to myself, while I sat on my couch. I've always been spending time with Mickey by my side, but this was just a little too much, so I just decided to lay down in my bed, with my bow now on the table, and my heels on the rug.

I've been with him for, like, seventy-two years.

I woke up, and decided to drive my car back to the Mickey Mouse works gate, and after about 20 minutes, it opened, and I wanted to drive away-

Mickey: Wait, drive away in your car?

Minnie: Oh! No, I was going to drive to the gate!

Mickey: You'd end up crashing it.

Minnie: ...Sorry about that.

Out of the open gate came Mickey, with his friend, Donald, and my best friend, Daisy Duck, along with Goofy.

He waved at me and introduced the three to each other.

"This is Donald Duck, my friend who can't understand a word. This is Goofy, one of my goofy goofs. And here's Daisy Duck, one of your best friends!" Mickey told me about them. I immediately kneeled down, but she just giggled and patted my head, while holding my bow. "No need to be so formal, my friend."

We drove in my car, and spent the whole trip talking. Mostly Goofy, who explained about his job and his cartoon shorts. I noticed Mickey Mouse was falling asleep close to me, so I sung quietly to him. After a few hours, we finally arrived to my house again. Daisy, Goofy, Donald, and Mickey got off the car, and so did I.I

"Gosh, I'm so tired..." Mickey said, as he stretched. "I'll check on my dog, Pluto, to see if he's alright. You two want to check on your cat, Figaro?"

Me and Daisy nodded, and we checked on Figaro.

"Mickey!" Donald yelled as he called out his name.

The duck looked back in surprise.

"I see you've got your own show. I was worried I would've lost you in the first place!"

"You know me, Donald. I always find a way."

"Aw, phooey. That's because you're just a mouse." He gave his mouse friend a noogie.

"At least I don't quack like you." Mickey gave Donald a pat on the back.

Daisy walked over to him. "So, how's life going with you these years, Donald?"

"Bad luck happens. At least you came to my rescue. I'll probably get stuck with bad luck again. And don't even get me started on the temper. I had to calm myself down so many times!"

"Well, in that case, I think you should control your temper a little more, Donald."

Daisy said before I introduced myself.

"Uhh, hi there, my name's Minnie Mouse."

"I know you, Minnie! You and Figaro were spending a quiet night at your house, after I took my bubble bath. There was a lion chasing us around, which made the water run and break down the house."

"Yep, I helped her after she got kidnapped by Pete, the big guy who always kidnaps my girl before I came to her rescue." He wrapped his hand around me and nuzzled my nose. My, I felt so happy after I got rescued by my Mickey.

"Hee hee, that was nothing. You were the one who beat Pete anyway."

"I would have got squashed by Pete if it wasn't for you!"

"Yes, but Pete wouldn't squash me too if it wasn't for the both of us!"

Goofy pulled me away.

"Sorry, Mick seems to be a great guy-who-saves-his-girl's-life sometimes. A-hyuck." He cleared his throat and extended his hand to me. "Anyways, pleased to make your acquaintance. I'm Goofy." We shook hands and we both giggled.

"Wow, Mickey always told me you're usually meeting new people."

"Yeah, I usually am after our adventures with him and Donald." He rubbed the back of his head. "But, you saved Max's life after that. And I'm pretty much thankful for that. But what's this about your relationship?"

"Oh, that? I pretty much enjoyed spending our time together."

"Pardon?" Goofy asked, confused.

"Not like that!" Mickey said with an awkward blush. "You forgot that she spent about seventy-two years with me."

"Oh, alright. In that case, sorry for any damages that you mice must've caused. If you want, I can pay you back."

Mickey walked over, furious with his teeth, red as a tomato, but Daisy just held him back by putting a hand to his forehead.

"Losing Mickey's temper is pretty much bad sometimes." Daisy told me and we all laughed (except for Mickey)

Minnie: And in the House of Mouse...

"Hey there, who's this?" Mickey said. As he went inside the House of Mouse, I appeared, jumping and hugging him.

"Mickey!" I said.

"Oh, uh, hey there!" Mickey said as he met me.

Goofy, Daisy, and Donald appeared.

"Hey there, Mickey!" Daisy said.

"Hiya, Mick." Goofy said.

"Hey, Mickey." Donald said.

"Aw, gosh. To be honest, this is the House of Mouse..."

"Come on, don't put yourself down..." I said, still hugging him.

"Uh, it's a place where Disney characters can just...hang out!" Mickey said.

"Can we try to repay you somehow after The House of Mouse?" said Donald.

I asked the Disney crowd to put him down safely.

"Repay? Well, I know just the right thing..."

- 30 Minutes Later... -

With everyone's help, the Disney gang were all done and went home. The Disney gang were just having a good time, while me, Donald, Daisy, Goofy, and Pluto high-fived each other after a job well done.

"So much after that, huh?" Mickey said and looked over to me. He smiled and waved and I awkwardly waved back.

"So, what do you say about coming to my clubhouse?"

Minnie: And after the House of Mouse, which was already aired on 2001, and ended in 2002, we went to your clubhouse just to have a little fun.

"That balloon can hold six people." Mickey told me. That balloon was a glove.

"Wow! Cool." Pete said.

"Really?" I clapped.

"Yup, after seventy-eight years with you, Minnie, my friends and I couldn't be more proud of you. We're mice since we had already had our funtime, but I still owe you. And to be frank, I really love you.

I blushed deeply.

"Really, Mickey Mouse?"

"Yeah, you're a pretty great girl mouse..."

"Aw, thanks, Mickey..."

"And... I want to spend the rest of my life with you after our marriage."

"I get to be your wife?!" I was really surprised.

"Yes, really. I don't wanna leave a great mouse gal like you behind after seventy-eight years."

Almost as if on cue, the balloon deflated (not because Donald popped it, Mickey was just testing it)

"Oh..." I rubbed my arm. "I... feel the same. I wanna spend a lot more time with you, my Mickey."

"So, you up for it? Because, if you need to, like, say good-bye or pack things up, we're leaving like a few minutes."

"Well, what can I pack? My bows? My dress? My heels?"

We both chuckled.

"Do you really want me to go with you?"

"Uh-huh."

"Then we better get going."

I walked towards Mickey's balloon.

Mickey and Donald helped me climb into the basket.

"So, ready to depart, Minnie?" Daisy asked me. I looked back again.

"Yes, Daisy."

Mickey's clubhouse is still there once his Glove Balloon began to inflate, slowly and slowly lifting up.

"Gosh, what's wrong, Min?" Mickey placed his hand on my shoulder and looked down at the clubhouse.

"I kinda feel homesick..."

"Come on, turn that frown upside down!" He pinched my cheeks, which was made me smile.

"Happy now, Mickey?"

"Yes."

No one really said anything for the most of the trip when the Hot Dog theme song began, which made Mickey's clubhouse disappear as his Glove Balloon floated away, with us as we stood in silence.

WHOA, WHAT THE MOUSERS WAS THAT?!

A NEW CHAPTER! YAAAAAAY! *starts arm flailing like Kermit the Frog*

Apologies and thanks for putting up with my lazy days, readers. You're all wonderful and I love you all.

So, the clubhouse disappears when the Mickey gang leave for the day, but in this one, it disappears as their Glove Balloon floated away with them in there.

And in 2013, Paul Rudish made the Mickey Mouse shorts. I thought I'd continue the flashback, but I guess that's all for the tenth chapter.

Yep, that's all for the tenth chapter, and the flashback. Apologies for this. Also, happy 10th anniversary to Square Root of Minus Garfield. I know this ain't no lazy and boring Garfield fic. I guess I'm just a crazy Mickey Mouse/Disney lover living in my studio with my two Mickey plushies who watches Mickey's shows like a total boring moron)