Hey! I'm back, thank you to KaliAnn, MelodySouth65, Steampunk Wilson and NightFrostBreeze for reviewing the last chapter.

I have literally just thought of this idea about an hour ago. So as a side note, I just want to re-iterate the stuff I said about two or three chapters ago. Any stuff I say in regards to Mickey, Goofy and the rest is my personal headcanons and is probably not what the show-makers intend.

So with that out the way, let's crack on.

19/10/2019

Talk about a blast from the past! Minnie, of all people, called me today. There I was watching TV with Louie – well. I was watching TV. He was on his BLOODY STUPID PHONE, when Duckworth came in and said, in his prim and proper way. "Mrs Mouse is on the phone for you, Miss Della."

Well. You could have knocked me down with my own feather. I havn't heard from Minnie for…well. Eleven years. And, as a matter of fact, we're not that close really. So yeah, I was surprised, as a matter of fact I actually said to Duckworth. "What? Mickey's Minnie?"

To which he said, dryly. "I believe they're married, yes."

I rolled my eyes. "Well, I know that! I was at the wedding. One of the bridesmaids – remember?"

"I don't believe I was there, Miss Della."

I paused and shrugged. "Fair enough. Back in a minute, Lou."

"Please don't call me that." He said, not looking up from his phone.

So I pottered off to the phone and said, somewhat hesitantly down the phone. "Hel-lo?"

"DELLA!" Minnie literally shrieked. "Oh my -! I can't BELIEVE you're back! Oh my – this – this is BRILLIANT! Oh! How ARE you!?" And that basically went on for what felt about three hours, but was really about thirty seconds, until I couldn't help laughing as I said.

"Minnie, are you going to let me answer or what?"

She apologised and calmed down and I patiently answered her questions as best I could, and it was really nice, to be honest, which I was a little surprised at, because, basically as I said me and Minnie aren't REALLY 'great friends' to say the least. Basically when our parents died, me and Donald were home-educated for a little bit during which Mickey and Goofy came over and tried to help us with homework [though it was mainly Mickey who did that to be honest] and keep our spirits up. Then when it was time to move to High School, Donald, it was decided, would move back to Duckberg High School and attend lesson there, meanwhile I would continue to be home educated, because, as I think I've mentioned before, no High School wanted me within ten miles of there gates.

So, what I'm trying and failing to say, in that it was then that Minnie and Daisy joined the group. So I was never at school with them and I think that's part the reason I never got AS close to them as I did to Mickey and Goofy. That and, to be honest, I just get on better with boys than I do girls. And Minnie and Daisy are DEFINETLY girls. Girly girls I mean. Lipstick, clothes, boys, high-pitched giggling, the lot. So we were friends, but not proper friends. And although they never quite 'excluded' me – the pair of them were to nice for that – I always got the feeling I was never quite 'part of the gang' so to speak. And I was fine with that to be honest – friendship works both ways – I never went out my way to hang round with them. Mainly because there top three bonding activity's are - in order.

A spa day.

Shopping [preferably clothes.]

Going to see a girly chick flick.

Now. Those are perfectly acceptable activities for friends to do, but the chick flicks are mind-numbingly boring, the shopping is nice – but not every weekend and – I just don't like spa days. Strangers massaging and prodding and poking you – no thank you. So I didn't spend much time with them – outside of the group - at all.

But there we were having a really nice, warm, friendly conversation. I mean – it took ages. Eleven years to catch up with after all.

Yeah. It was nice, quite sad though. It's just…I hadn't really realised how much I'd MISSED over eleven years. I mean, I know I must have missed stuff just but the simple fact I was in space, and Donald has told me a little of what I've missed, but it was when I was telling her about the little strop Dewey threw a couple of days back that she said:

"Oh yes." And it was the tone that made me stop mid-rant and say.

"What do you mean 'oh yes?'"

To which she said. "Well he has been wanting to this for absolutely AGES now. Yeeeessss, it's definitely a reoccurring theme. I mean, Mickey HAS offered to pay for them – the classes I mean – in the past, but Donald, well. He's Donald, isn't he?"

Understanding her completely I agreed that he definetly was. She carried on.

"But, yes, Dewey – bless him – has been wanting to do classes for years and YEARS now. And he's good, defiantly good. Even Mickey says so – and you KNOW what he's like for lying."

Yes. Useless. Mickey can't lie – to people he likes anyway – for toffee. He's much to nice for that.

She carried on in the above vain for a little bit, but I kinda zoned her out. It was just hitting me that all my friends – except maybe possibly Daisy depending on EXACTLY what's gone on with her and my brother – know my sons better than I do.

TALKING of Daisy I did ask Minnie exactly what had happened, but she got [annoyingly] quiet and said. "Well…um…er…I don't know…"

I was beginning to get annoyed. "What's the problem, Mins? Clearly SOMETHING has gone on and Donalds not telling me-"

"-Well – to be frank, er Dells – if Donald hasn't told you then I don't really feel it's my place to. Plus I am actually still friends with Daisy so…"

I got it. I was putting her in an awkward position. So, putting on my 'mature' hat I changed the subject to Mickey and she leapt on it like a life-line and told me ALL ABOUT what he's up to now. [Which is basically filming. Very boring and with lots of long hours. I don't envy his job – even if it does pay ridiculously well]

Oh! One more thing before I go for my supper. Her and Daisy now run a 'Boutique' apparently. It is called [And I could have predicted this] 'Pink and Purple' with the tag line. 'You can dream it – we can style it!' She said if I ever wanted to come in she'd give me a discount on a haircut and an item of clothing.

I said that would be lovely - as I silently made a vow never to go near the place – and agreed that I would pop by the place if I could spare the time – but with three boys, you know!

She said she quite understood [despite the fact she possibly couldn't] and then I heard her yelling at some people called 'Morty' and 'Ferdie' before explaining that she was terribly sorry to cut our conversation short [we had been talking for over an hour at this point] but she had to go and would that be okay?

I said that would be perfectly fine and she hung up.

So yeah. Seems like all's going well in the life of Miss [sorry MRS] Minnie Mouse. Still no further with finding out what happened between Donald and Della though. It's definitely a mystery though and I LOVE a mystery…

Drat! Flippin 'ell, I've just remembered I never asked her whether she'd got the invitation to the party! Dammit, dammit, dammit…

Never mind. I'll ring her back and ask. Or get Donald to chase Mickey up – though that could easily take half a century at the rate it's going. Maybe I should just assume everyone's coming unless they say otherwise? Maybe that would be the best thing because there's at least half the guests who havn't replied yet.

And I reallyhavetogonowbecauseScroogeisyellingatmetogetamoveon – seeyounexttimediary – bye!