Chapter 11 – A Day with Minnie
The day started so calm, she hoped nothing can ruin her first real day at work. As her mate told her Minnie first went to the pub and ordered a sandwich, like Mickey did every morning. The mouse quietly munched the breakfast and listened the pocket radio with one ear. Meanwhile she tried to hide her nervousness. She didn't want another accident like last time. But before Minnie could finish, a chair creaked next to her and Oswald took a seat.
"Morning bro." greeted her the rabbit.
"U-uh hello Os...brother." the girl's mouth dried out. Now what should she does?
"Geesh I think last time we lost control a lil bit." sighed Oswald scratching his head "Mah wife was like a dragon..."
"We?! It was only you who forced me to drink that horrible stuff!" said back Minnie angry.
"Hah? I never forced ya!"
"Yes you did! You're kinda annoying when you try to act the cool guy and drink endless. I hope your wife will moderate you, cause I'm slowly fed up with your stupidities!" while Minnie shouted Oswald hunched his shoulders and turned even smaller, almost hiding under the counter.
"W-what's your problem? I thought ya like drinking with your brother..."
"No I don't! I have enough you always make trouble and drag your brother into! Grow up Oswald!" bellowed into his face Minnie, then grabbed the sandwich and the radio and stormed out, leaving a confused rabbit behind. Oswald blinked stunned, he didn't understand the outburst of the mouse. But one thing just kept bugging his mind as he watched the entrance.
"What's wrong with him? Mickey never was this strange before. Hmm..." he suddenly stood up.
"Ya goin' Oz?" looked after him Goofy "Ya not even finished..."
"I have something to look after." answered the rabbit and left the pub quickly.
Minnie's anger slowly went down as she arrived to the city's police station. She fixed her jacket and stepped out the car, but her shoulders were immediately grabbed by a strong grip. She yelped startled.
"Finally you here, Mickey!" heard a familiar, deep voice. Minnie turned and noticed a huge horse in policeman uniform behind her.
"H-Horace? Gosh you scared me..." sighed the girl, but in the next moment she was dragged away "O-oy! Where are we going?"
"We have a case, dude." answered Horace and gently tossed the mouse into his police car. Things happened too fast for Minnie. She just blinked at the horse, then outside the window. Before she could as what's going on, the stallion began to talk.
"If you didn't hear the news, robbery happened at the city's bank."
"The Bank?"
"Eyup. We go there to find out what has happened. And you will catch some bad guy for us." grinned wide at the mouse. Minnie weakly smiled back, but inside her stomach squeezed tight and got the feeling the world turned upside down. She was in trouble. In the middle of trouble.
The bank was right in the center of the city, in the most crowded district. Int monstrous size showed respect to every citizen. There wasn't a fool who dared to rob out a high securities place like this. At least as Minnie thought. But when she and Horace entered, they needed to admit, bad guys always find a way everywhere.
The normally clean bank was a big mess. Papers and debris covered the floor. On the other side, where the safe and the workers took place, a giant hole spoiled on the wall. The ambulance was already at the scene, treating the injured officers and citizens. But one person was louder than anyone else, his inarticulate shouts and quacks echoed in the great hall. Minnie turned there and recognized a dusty duck struggling with the ambulance doctors.
"Donald? What happened with you?" she gasped and rushed to the duck.
"What's mah problem? What's mah problem?" Donald wiggled out the others' arm, bandage suspended from his head and arm "I tell you what's mah problem! I always said I have enough of this place, Mickey, but I never thoughtI'llbeinthagrabafffquack..." Minnie blinked and raised a confused brow as Donald's speech turned louder, hysterical and incomprehensible again.
"Donald, Donald! Slow down man. I don't understand a single word from what you try to tell us." placed a hand onto the duck's shoulder, who immediately stopped his sentence "Now take a deep breath and start it again." Donald took a sharp sigh and through his feathered head.
"Okay, okay... I was on mah place, muttering how much I hate this job when suddenly I heard scratches and ticking noise from the inner side of the safe. Before I could react there was a big boom and we were tossed out. Ugh mah back still hurt..."
"Did you see anyone coming out from the safe?" asked Minnie. Donald thought hard, but the shock gave him some trouble.
"Maybe... I not clearly remember."
"It's okay, just take some rest. And Donald... if you hate your job, then why not do something you prefer to do?"
"It's mah uncle's bank..."
"That doesn't mean you have to do what your uncle says. Everyone has a free will to do what they want." the duck stared at her unsure, but his eyes shined up by her explanation "What I mean it's that you have to go and tell your uncle this isn't the life you wished for. He will understand it."
"Now you say... maybe you're right, Mickey. I'll try... nah I must do it! Thanks pal."
"Hehe, you're welcome Donald." nodded the mouse. In the next moment her shoulder was tapped.
"If you finished the chat, Mickey, we have a case to solve." told her Horace.
"Ah yes, you're right. Sorry Horace." coughed Minnie and got back her serious expression. What Mickey taught her? Take a better look around. There's always something the badguys leave behind and she can start the tracking. Yeah, but between dust and debris how she can find any trace from the robbers? Minnie glared at the floor and around, until she noticed something. It was a ridiculously big, black footprint, half covered with dust. With her eyes she followed the track that headed out the bank. Didn't waiting for the others Minnie walked outside the building, the print turned a sharp right.
"Hmm... it seems the robber hadn't noticed he guide me to him. This will be an easy case." thought the girl as she pursued the prints. The robber tried to go on very queer route, probably to confuse his chasers, but he messed with the wrong person. Minnie will shows she can be a tough girl too. She trotted determinative on the road, the track went into an alley between two tall building.
Minnie slid a stop and, with a soft squeak hid behind a large container, carefully peeking out. For her surprise there wasn't one single burglar but a smaller group. Three masked dog barked with the fourth member.
"... Momma told ya ta always clean yar slippers before ya gotta work?" slapped the loopy one's face the shortest one.
"Ow! Sorry bro!" whimpered the other.
"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god." sharply swallowed Minnie. She recognized the band from the book she got from Mickey and she hoped she will never meet them. With trembling hands she pulled out her gun, tried to calm her racing heart.
"We can't stay here." stated one dog.
"Yar right. We must hurry reach tha hideout!" Minnie heard footsteps moving. Time for action. She gripped the gun tight then jumped out from her hiding place.
"Halt!" she shouted. The voice surprised the dogs. They froze in the middle of their movement, showing their back to the girl. "Drop the bags and hands up Be..." uh-oh, what was their name? It was on the tip of her tongue. Something starts with 'B'... "B...Be... Beatle Boys!" right after she said she regret it. The males twitched.
"Now waitta minute..." the shortie slowly turned his head to face with the mouse "We aint bob haired punks but tha Beagle Boys!"
"I-I said hands up! O-or..." she couldn't help, but her voice began to tremble.
"Or what, mouse?" the bad guys, knowing their enemy got back their cocky attitude and faced toward her "Ya can't even spell our name. In tha city everyone heard about tha Beagle Boys. Now well it after meh: B-E-E..." loud snort of laugh stopped his lesson.
"Haha, you misspelled it, bro!" cackled the two middle beagle. The small one grit his teeeth and his head got the color of chili pepper.
"Shuddup ya educated donkeys!" bellowed and hopped angry. Minnie, while the Beagle Boys argued slowly tried to crawl away from the robber. Didn't go far...
"Oy-oy. Where ya goin', mouse?" snapped out from his rage the short dog and stepped forward the scared girl.
"Oh guys, guys. I think I know the fellah." blabbed in the loony brother again "This is that famous detective, Mickey Mouse..."
"Don't say stupidities." waved a hand the leader "This can't be that mouse..."
"B-But yes I am." muttered Minnie, unsure if they her the answer through her knocking teeth. It seems they had sharp eats, because all of them began to laugh again.
"Hahaha, now this was tha day's joke!" snorted the leader. By their laughter Minnie became red in shame and fury. She bet the bad guys would never make a joke on her husband, but Mickey wasn't there. It was Minnie who faced with the Beagle Boys, she needed to solve the problem all alone. The mouse bit her lips hard.
"D-don't dare you joke one me." sneered half aloud. The beagles smirked and made a step toward her.
"Or what will happen? Ya arrest us?" mocked the shorty.
"That's right!" said back Minnie and, gripping her hand around the gun, pulled the trigger. The power tossed her off her feet, landing on her butt. The Beagle Boys yelped with a duck, but the bullet zipped away high above them. They heard as it bang on the edge of the house, bouncing back and forth in the alley. The missile hit one of the containers, a rain gutter, once it made a hole on the tallest dog's hat. At last, with a louder bump it impacted into the fire ladder above their head, and the noise stopped. The Beagle Boys really slowly looked up, and, realizing the 'danger' is over, straightened with a malice grin. They made a step toward Minnie.
"heh, I think ya missed, mouse." cracked his fist the short one. Minnie shivered on the ground,she couldn't order her feet to stand up and run. When she thought the end had come to her something small fell onto her lap. She blinked and picked it up.
A small wrench. Suddenly the group heard a loud, painful creak from above. Minnie glared at the source and with a yelp covered her face. Before the Beagle Boys had time to realize what's going on there was a great bang as the fire ladder landed on their head. With a frozen grin they kept staring at the girl, then they collapsed at the same time with a big bum on their head. Minnie couldn't believe how lucky she was. She blew out the air sharply and placed a hand onto her poor racing heart.
"Phew... this was close." muttered and, with wobbling feet she stood up and called the police for a ride.
"I thought I'm dead. That ladder saved my life..." sighed Minnie as she finished her story. Both males glared at her surprised and jaw dropped.
"Y-ya really faced the Beagle Boys?" moaned Oswald.
"Maybe you think I lie?" frowned the female.
"O-Of course not! I just..."
"Minnie!" Mickey bounced at her, cuddled her tight, squeezing the girl "Oh girl, I'm sorry for how many bad things you went through because of me."
"Ugh... It's okay, Mick. I'm fine." tried to reassure him Minnie.
"It's not okay. What if you get seriously hurt? Or worse!"
"I can take care of me..."
"No, you can't. This time you were lucky, but what if next time..." his mouth was shut by a sweet kiss.
"You worry a bit too much, dear." hussed kindly Minnie "If you want I promise I don't make trouble again, okie?" caressed the male's cheek. Mickey sighed sharply, but nodded.
"Fine. I'm just worried about you, my love."
"I know, that's why I love you."
"I love you too.. And you know what? I have a small surprise for my girl..." Mickey gently took her hand and placed it onto his tummy. When she felt the soft bump Minnie's eyes shined up brightly and with a joyful squeak embraced his beloved one. At least... this day wasn't as bad as they thought.
End of Chapter 11.
