Disclaimer: All Disney works are the property of The Walt Disney Company. All other characters and settings are the property of their respective legal owners.

Author's note: Originally posted by Anon e Mouse Jr. on 2017-09-23. This is the first of two chapters posted today.

Disney/Kingdom Hearts Loops, Chapter Six

6.1 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Sleeping Beauty]

Mickey and Minnie looked on in mild interest as Maleficent made her needlessly flashy entrance into the main hall. "Okay; here's hoping your plan works, Minnie," he whispered.

"If all of those legends about the Fae we studied are true, then I think it'll work," Minnie whispered back.

"And if they aren't?"

"I have a very large ax made of cold iron, and you have a Keyblade."

"Nice plan B."

"Such a lovely turnout for the young princess's christening," Maleficent drawled. "Why, you've invited the royalty, the nobility, the gentry, and… oh!"

She looked at the three Good Fairies, and chuckled darkly. "Even the rabble."

Right on cue, Merryweather tried to go for Maleficent, only to be held back by Flora and Fauna. Maleficent chuckled again. "Yes, it is truly a privilege to have been invited to this celebration among such august company."

This threw everyone in the room for a loop. Everyone except for the royal couple and the two mice. Maleficent smiled widely. "Oh, there's no need to be so shocked. The King merely saw the wisdom of inviting such a personage as myself to to this most joyous occasion. As such, I feel obligated to 'return the favor', so to speak."

She spread her arms wide, and lightning flashed in the background. Mickey rolled his eyes. Man, what a drama queen, he thought to himself.

"Hear me well, lords and ladies of this court!" Maleficent announced. "The young princess will indeed grow up to possess grace, and beauty, and the adoration of the people. However, she shall also possess the most cunning and brilliant mind in all the land. She will be possessed of a keen political sense, and the ambition and drive that she will need to rule her kingdom wisely and well, repel all those who would invade this land, and CRUSH her enemies under her heel! So say I, Maleficent!"

She laughed loudly as she teleported away in a burst of green flame, leaving the Good Fairies and the assembled nobility to wonder exactly what the hell just happened. Mickey and Minnie smiled at each other. "Well," Minnie whispered, "I think that being a political prodigy trumps being cursed to fall asleep after getting pricked by a spindle, wouldn't you say?"

"Yep," Mickey whispered back. "I think we can call this experiment a success."

"I'll check it off the list when we get a spare moment. Let's just enjoy the party for now."

"Good idea."

6.2 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Bayonetta] / [The Hunchback of Notre Dame - no Loopers present]

As the city lights of the Isla de Sol twinkled below them, and chunks of the wall of Father Balder's office whistled past them, Oswald and Mickey sat on a particularly large chunk of building as it hurtled through space towards the ground. "Mickey?" Oswald asked.

"Yeah, Oswald?"

"How do we get into these situations?"

"Cause we're too nosy for our own good, and like meddling in the plans of villains."

"Oh yeah. Still, I was not expecting Frollo to be Father Balder this time around."

The two Disney Loopers winced as they heard a particularly loud explosion further up. "Sounds like Bayonetta's starting her counterattack. Should we do the thing?"

"Probably, yeah."

Oswald snapped his fingers, and the Sixth Key manifested in his outstretched hand. He grinned. "Darn lucky that today's Saturday, huh bro?"

Mickey checked his watch. "As of five minutes ago, yes. Okay, you know what to do, right?"

"Oh yeah," Oswald responded, while sketching a hole in the air. "See you on the other side."

"Likewise. SHAZAM!"

Bayonetta neatly flipped out of the way of another of Father Frollo's salvos of energy balls. "My, my, we just can't hit anything today, can we?" she taunted.

"Silence, witch!" Frollo snarled, as he conjured up an immense glowing blade. "In the name of my Lord, I shall cast thee into the Pit alongside your sisters!"

Bayonetta smirked and drew Pillow Talk in response, the green glow of the blade contrasting with the golden light of Frollo's sword. "Really now? I'd like to see you try!"

The Lumen Sage and the Umbra Witch rushed at each other, and engaged in lightning-fast swordplay. Bayonetta had the years of experience given by Looping and the advantage of speed, but Frollo had the strength of a fanatic and simply refused to go down, no matter how many times he was cut, so they were evenly matched. Hmmm, not bad for an old judge, Bayonetta thought to herself, as she parried Frollo's overhead strike and locked blades with him. I might have to use one of those abilities to get an edge...

Suddenly a red and gold blur erupted through the chunk of concrete Bayonetta was standing on, breaking the stalemate and knocking both combatants back. "AGH!" Frollo yelled in surprise and pain, as Bayonetta jumped to another piece of concrete.

Frollo was sent hurtling through space, as his sword was shattered by the red and gold blur, which was continuing on into space. Bayonetta spared a quick glance upwards. Ah, this must be Mickey's little surprise, she realized. She smiled. This fight is getting more and more interesting.

Frollo regained his balance, and was shaking in anger. "Your vile arts will not save you, witch!"

Bayonetta laughed cheerfully, which only angered Frollo even further. "Oh, that had nothing to do with me, judge. I do suspect that my friends are quite unhappy with you throwing them out of the window. Can't imagine why..."

Frollo snarled in fury, before re-summoning his sword. "You will burn for this blasphemy! BUUUUUUUUUURN!"

He snapped his fingers imperiously. "SMITE HER!"

For the next few seconds, nothing happened.

Frollo snapped his fingers again. "I said, SMITE HER!"

Once again, nothing happened. Frollo snapped his fingers rapidly, then snarled in outrage. "Why. Isn't. This. WORKING?!"

"That would be my fault, I'm afraid," an all-too-familiar voice said.

Frollo whipped his head around, and hissed, "Impossible."

Oswald grinned cheekily at Frollo from within the confines of an old-fashioned elevator, which seemed to be descending smoothly like a elevator normally would, instead of tumbling around and around in free fall. He was tossing a strangely complicated piece of computer technology that was probably worth more than several countries' GDP in one hand, and holding a peacock-feather quill in the other. "I'd say that this nifty little doodad is a rather important piece of that particle beam you have in orbit, huh Frollo? Good to know!"

He laughed heartily and shut the doors as Frollo launched a ball of celestial fire at the elevator. The elevator popped out of existence before the fireball could connect, which did nothing to ease Frollo's temper. "Vile demon..." he growled.

Bayonetta took advantage of Oswald's brief appearance and brought back Frollo's attention to herself with a slash across the face. "You're not good at this, are you, Frollo? Never take your eyes off of the opponent during a duel. Poor form, you know."

Frollo, at this point, had been reduced to sounds of animalistic rage. While his swings were much stronger than they were before, they were also wilder and more sloppy. Twice, he cleaved through a piece of concrete that wasn't even close to where Bayonetta was standing. "Such a temper," she chided.

"ARGH!"

Suddenly, dozens of buildings wrenched themselves free from their foundations, and floated up next to Frollo. He bared his teeth in a crazed grin and pointed at Bayonetta. "DIIIIIIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE!"

And that was when the satellite crashed into Frollo at Mach 2.

Bayonetta shielded her eyes from the resulting explosion, and the buildings fell (more or less) harmlessly back to earth. The Umbra Witch looked up to see Mickey floating back down to her level. "Nice throw."

"Thanks. You alright?"

"Never felt better. I'll admit, the multiple building thing did catch me off guard, but nothing I couldn't handle. Still, it was a nice thought."

"Anytime. Now, why don't we wrap this up?"

"I'd like nothing more."

The Umbra Witch and Earth's Mightiest Mouse smirked at each other, before turning their attention to the wounded Lumen Sage. Mickey hummed along with the background music as the fight resumed in earnest. I gotta admit; this song is pretty catchy…

6.3 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [The Stepford Wives - non-Looping setting]

Mickey, Donald, Goofy and Oswald hid in the alleyway, and watched the perfect women walk by. They didn't react at all to the heat, despite being a sweltering August day. The four Disney loopers, on the other hand, were sweating buckets, as they planned their next move.

"Okay," Mickey began. "The facts are these: We're in Stepford, Connecticut. All the guys except us are members of some sort of men's club, and all of the women are replaced by a bunch of androids."

"These are no ordinary robots, either," Oswald added. "It's nearly impossible to tell them apart from the people they're impersonating. Well, unless you know where to look."

"Minnie's conducting her own investigations, and she brought along Daisy and Ortensia," Mickey continued. "Now, ten to one the men's club is behind this, but we'll need some concrete evidence to prove it in court."

"So what's the plan?" Donald asked.

"Easy. We petition to join the club ourselves, then make some noise about wanting our wives to be replaced. If my hunch is correct then we can spring an ambush after dark, when they come to snatch our real wives for replacement."

Goofy scratched his head. "Wait a minute. I'm not married this time around, so what do I do?"

"You can dig for evidence that the wives are being replaced by robots. Try looking around the area for signs of a holding area for the replaced wives, or a graveyard with a bunch of unmarked graves."

"Got it!"

"Okay, looks like we have a plan," Mickey said, clapping his hands to emphasize his point. "Now let's get out of this alley. It stinks like Horace's dirty laundry."

Later that evening, Minnie, Ortensia and Daisy holed up in Ortensia's house, and pored over the town records they had dug up. "Look at this," Daisy said, as she held up a particular newspaper clipping. "That's Eva Patterson, one of my co-workers at McDuck Enterprises. She moved here over six months ago. Last I saw her, she wouldn't take any guff from anybody, least of all her husband. Today, when we passed her in the supermarket, she was following his every order without a peep. That's not like her!"

Ortensia nodded, and pulled out another newspaper clipping. "Yeah, something similar happened to me. I ran into Gracie Netterly canoodling with her husband in public, but I happen to know for a fact that she wouldn't be caught dead doing that when we were working together on that mountaineering gig back in Burbank. And guess what: she also moved here six months ago! What d'you think, Mins? Coincidence?"

"I don't think so, Ortensia," Minnie replied. "Look at all of this. Every single woman on the marriage registrar here was famous for their feminist activism and led successful professional careers in their respective fields before they moved here, but when we actually met them, they were acting like housewives right outta the '50s. No, this is no coincidence. There's something big going on here, girls-wait, what was that?"

Suddenly, the door slammed open, and a group of men in uniform filed into the room, moving in a professional way to cover the room that showed lots of practice. Daisy and Ortensia shrieked in surprise, and started to back away. Minnie stood her ground, and began to mentally go through her subspace pocket, for a suitable weapon.

"You're coming with us, ladies," the lead grunt barked. "By order of the Stepford Husbands' Society."

"On what grounds?" Minnie challenged. "We've done nothing to break the law, and I highly doubt that you lot are law enforcement anyway."

"I don't give a donkey's patoot if you lot broke the law or not. The Husband's Society wants you three to undergo the Smiling, so you're going! Now get a move on!"

This doesn't look good, Minnie thought, as she slowly started to back away from the leering goons and their guns. She needed to get Daisy and Ortensia out of here. But how to do that without blowing her cover?

"Oswald, Donald, now!"

Minnie sighed, partly out of relief and partly out of exasperation. Of course. Wait for one of the guys to blow his cover first.

Suddenly, Mickey, Donald and Oswald burst out of hiding, from behind the surprisingly voluminous curtains, and rugby-tackled the goons. Daisy and Ortensia used the distraction to slip over to the kitchen and grab a couple of frying pans. Then, to Minnie's surprise, they proceeded to join in the ensuing fracas. I've underestimated them, she thought to herself, as she pulled out the Voice Stealer she had made during that one Mega Man Loop.

She then proceeded to set the microphone setting to "Godzilla", before clearing her throat. She inhaled deeply, and...

"SKREEEEEEEEEEEEEOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNK!"

The cloud of dust that had formed in the middle of the room was blasted away by the resulting shockwave, revealing the abruptly-stopped scuffle. Mickey had the lead henchman in a headlock, while the henchman was trying to throw him off. Another henchman was paused in mid-yell, while grasping his foot. Ortensia was caught in mid-swing, aiming at the other foot. Oswald and Daisy had punched the third henchman at the same time, and his face was squashed in between their fists.

Donald, somehow, had gotten himself in a rather intricate figure-four leg-lock.

Everyone present turned to look at Minnie, who daintily put the Voice Stealer away. "Now that I have your attention..." she said sweetly.

Chairman Wimperis examined the three women lying on the table before him. "Hmm..." he mused. "These are the wives of the three newest members, correct?"

"Er, yes, that's right," one of the suspiciously short goons (who was obviously Mickey in disguise) replied. "Mrs. Minerva Mouse, Mrs. Daisy Duck and Mrs. Ortensia Cat. That's them, sir."

"Yes, quite. Now, wheel them down to the laboratory. I'll need their brain imprints to complete the androids. Step lively! The sedative won't last forever!"

"Right, sir."

The goon motioned to the other two goons (also suspiciously short, and also just as obviously Donald and Oswald), and the three of them pushed the table out of the room, and down one of the hallways of the mansion. They passed through many twists and turns, steadily going downwards, until they finally entered a cavernous underground lair. There were discarded android parts littered all over one side of the room, and electrical equipment of all types, from the most innocuous voltmeter, to a gigantic Van de Graff generator dominating the far side of the room. In the center of the room, there were three tables with straps, obviously designed to hold down unwilling subjects. Unusual bowl-shaped devices with blinking lights and dials rested at one end of the tables.

The three guards wheeled the table into this mess, and then shut the door behind them. They then took off their uniforms, and sighed in relief.

"That had no business working, Mickey," Oswald admonished, as he went to check up on Ortensia.

"Hey, I thought you did a good job with the mind whammy," Mickey replied defensively. "Anyway, we should be thankful that it did work. Look at all this!"

"Yeah," Donald replied, as he gently shook Daisy awake. "All this tech stuff looks real suspicious. We have to get some pictures of all this, and maybe a few android parts as evidence..."

Once all three of the girls were revived, the six investigators pulled out cameras of varying sophistication and proceeded to photograph everything within the lab. They paid special attention to the android parts and the tables with straps. They even posed by some of the more incriminating evidence, for laughs.

Suddenly, a noise from behind the Van de Graff generator made everyone spin around, and pull out various bludgeoning instruments (either from subspace pockets or from Hammerspace). They tensed up, as a secret door opened up in the main body of the generator and a dark figure started to step out.

They then relaxed when that figure proceeded to trip on an exposed wire, and sprawl inelegantly on the floor. They recognized a Goofy pratfall when they saw one.

"Goofy, good to see you! Ya find anything?" Minnie asked.

"Sure did! I found out where all of those women were being taken after they were replaced! Follow me!"

The party followed Goofy into the passageway, and for a few minutes could barely see the ends of their noses (or bills, as the case may be). Eventually, they entered a large, circular room that was lined with huge glass tubes. In each of the tubes, a person floated in mysterious green liquid.

Ortensia and Daisy gasped. "These people… this is everybody that's been replaced!" Ortensia exclaimed.

"Are they dead?" Daisy asked worriedly, as she looked at the tube containing Eva Patterson. "They don't look like they're breathing..."

Mickey looked at the heads-up displays attached to each tube. "Well, if these displays are accurate, they're alive. Unconscious, but alive. Fan out everyone, and let's see if there's a control panel around here."

Eventually, they found a control panel tucked away in a hidden alcove, next to another door leading to the surface. After much hurried discussion and passing the buck, it fell to Oswald and Minnie, as the most tech-savvy Loopers, to free the imprisoned women. It took them seven grueling minutes to work out the fiendishly complicated control panel, and safely drain the tubes of the mysterious green fluid, which turned out to be an anesthetizing gel. Minnie sighed in relief, and Oswald cut a little victory jig when the women started to stir, and the others hurried to release them from the tubes.

"Now what?" Goofy asked, as he kept an eye on the doors, his shield at the ready.

"Now..." Mickey thought for a minute, then smiled. "Now, we pay the Chairman one last visit, before turning evidence."

Chairman Wimperis didn't bother turning around when he heard footsteps behind him as he took his ease in the smoking room. "Well? Did the brain-scan work?"

"Better than expected, sir. The subjects were extraordinarily responsive to the treatment. However, there were a few, um, complications with the activation of the androids."

"Really, now? What sort of complications?"

"I think you should take a look for yourself, sir."

Sensing something wrong, Wimperis turned around, then froze. His expression of irritation slowly gave way to a look of shock and horror, and he found himself unable to speak.

Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy, Oswald, Ortensia, and Goofy were standing there, looking very pleased with themselves. Behind him, every single woman he'd operated on glared daggers at him, their hair and clothes still dripping with gel, and with android parts in their hands.

"I think that some of your previous associates want a word with you," Mickey quipped.

"Eek."

6.4 (Jcogginsa): [Frozen] / [Pokémon]

"The cold never bothered me anyway."

With that, Elsa turned and slammed the door, ready to begin her new life in solitude.

"That was a beautiful song," said a smooth masculine voice.

Elsa's head snapped to the side, and she saw a strange, floating cat creature.

"You need to leave. It's dangerous around me." Elsa warned the... odd creature.

"I'm in no danger. You would not hurt me."

"That's not up to me. My powers... I can't control them." Elsa insisted.

The creature looked around, and spread his arms. "This beauty says differently."

"That's... it's..." Elsa struggled, but she couldn't find the words to rebuke him. "Who are you anyway?"

"My name is Mewtwo. I am a creature known as a Pokémon. I saw your palace being created, and wanted to see it's creator. Your power is wonderful Elsa."

"It's dangerous. I nearly killed my own sister!"

"Beauty often comes with danger. But I can tell from looking at you. You are a kind, compassionate person Elsa. When you use your power, you do not harm others. You create beauty. You create life."

"I've never created life before."

Mewtwo waved his hand, and the surroundings changed. Elsa was standing on a transparent blue platform, looking down on a snowing forest. She could see something, a snowman, walking through the snow.

"Olaf..." she whispered to herself.

"Yes, I'm to understand he likes warm hugs." Mewtwo stated warmly. "He was the first thing you created after you began using your powers. A living snowman."

"I didn't even notice." Elsa said, as she continued to watch Olaf, enraptured. Soon, the kind Snowman ran into Anna and Kristoff.

"Wait, what is Anna doing out in the wilderness? She should be back in Arendelle."

"Your sister is looking for you, Elsa. She wants you to come back."

"I can't. It's safer for Arendelle if I'm alone. It's safer for her if she stays away."

"I'm afraid that's not true, Elsa."

The view changed once again, now showing Arendelle, blanketed in snow. Frozen.

"When you fled, Elsa, you left a winter in your wake. And only you can undo it. "

"I can't! I can't control my powers!" Elsa said in anguish.

"Yes, you can Elsa. Remember back, when you and Anna played together. You could control your powers fine then. It is only when you began to fear them that you lost control. Fear is your enemy. Happiness and love are your allies. Think of Anna. What do you feel for her."

"I love her." Elsa said. There was no hesitation in her voice.

"That is the key, Elsa. Love is the key."

A realization came over Elsa. And for the first time in forever, she smiled a true, happy smile.

Elsa moved the icy wand away from her head, and returned the memory to the Pensieve.

"That was a beautiful memory, Mewtwo."

6.5 (Hvulpes): [Frozen] / [Adventure Time - no Loopers shown active]

"Elsa, Elsa! I think I found out where your powers come from," said the non-looping Anna as the looping Elsa was enjoying the day, even as she wonder why the loop was extended beyond baseline.

Surprised at the news, she asked, "Really? Where Anna?"

"Apparently our twelve times Great Grandfather. I found it in the book, King Simon of Arendelle, of the Petrikov Kings line."

Elsa knew that name and a slight look of horror crossed her eyes, which Anna didn't see as she continued.

Showing a picture of a man with a blue robe, blue skin and a long pointed nose, wild and long white hair and beard, and a tall golden crown with a large red ruby with two smaller rubies on each side. Anna finished, "King Simon was nicknamed... The Ice King."

6.6 (Hvulpes): [Frozen]

"The Clones never bother me anyway.

Right, Elsas and Annas?" asked the unawake Snow Queen to the number of copies of herself and her sister. Some as young as eight or so.

One Loop Later…

"So apparently you were able to make sentient live ice and snow clones which looked like real people. Figure if you made people from snow, you couldn't hurt them," Anna explained.

Elsa just stared and blinked... and also wondered if she could do that too.

6.7 (bubblesage; wildrook): [Kingdom Hearts] / [Mortal Kombat]

Sora blinked looking at the pots in front of the Palace gates. It was obvious which one held the enemy considering one of them was painted yellow and black. Sora promptly turned around and walked out. "Nope. Not going through that headache. I refuse. I already have three Ultima weapons, this isn't worth it."

That's when Sora felt a kunai with a rope wrapped around his person.

"GET OVER HERE!" the one in the pot yelled.

6.7 alternate (bubblesage; Evilhumour): [Kingdom Hearts] / [Mortal Kombat] / [The Legend of Zelda]

Sora blinked looking at the pots in front of the Palace gates. It was obvious which one held the enemy considering one of them was painted yellow and black. Sora promptly turned around and walked out. "Nope. Not going through that headache. I refuse. I already have three Ultima weapons, this isn't worth it."

All of a sudden, Link had shoved him to the side and started to flat out defeat all of the pot enemies.

Sora looked at the massacre and then at Link. "You seriously need to get some help dude."

There was a screech as a pot monster tried to run away, before being dragged back into the melee.

"Seriously, you are scaring me."

6.8 (Mr. Egret): [Disney]

Mickey threw the office door open wide, and walked into the shadowy office. The large chair behind the ornate desk had its back turned to him, and the only light available came from the windows of the skyscrapers shining through the blind-covered windows, and the sickly blue glow of the computer monitor on the desk. There was a fancy-looking lamp on the other side of the desk, but it was switched off. On either side of him, file cabinets overflowed with papers and photos, and a single potted plant sat in the corner. Presumably to add a touch of color, but Mickey couldn't tell in the dark.

Mickey decided to cut to the chase. "Well, 'Boss Lady', I got your message," he said, pulling out a grubby letter from the pocket of his trenchcoat. "Now, start talking. What do you know about the Anderville mob?"

Smoky laughter wafted from the figure in the chair. "Oh, I know plenty, Mr. Mouse," a sultry female voice replied, with just a hint of artificial tuning. "I know who's in charge, what they're planning, and how they're going to do it. They may think that smaller operations like ours aren't worth anything except as tools, but we have ears."

"Well, unless they've been up against a keyhole, I'm not interested. Can we get to the point?"

"Tsk. Somebody's prickly tonight. Alright, here's the deal. You remember that assistant D.A. you busted last month?"

"Yeah, I remember him. Man had ties to some of the biggest smugglers in this town. What of him?"

"Well, it turned out that those ties were a lot more binding than he thought. Some of Caruso's goons jumped him while he was going to get some coffee, and put the squeeze on him. He spilled the beans about your involvement in the case, and Caruso was not happy."

"I'll bet. Some two-bit private eye from a nowhere town like Mouseton blows into his little kingdom, and takes out one of his friends in high places-that's gotta sting."

"Yeah, and you won't like what he's going to use for some ointment."

"What?"

The figure sighed deeply, as if she was carrying some burden that would put Atlas to shame. "He did some digging, and found out who your friends are. He's put out a hit."

Mickey put his hands on the Boss Lady's desk, and his voice would've given a penguin the shakes. "On who?"

"Your girlfriend. Minnie."

There was a pause.

"I see," Mickey said, his voice just a hint too light to be natural. "That's odd."

"What is?"

"From what I've heard of Caruso, he seems to be in his prime, and living high on life. So why would he want to commit suicide now?"

"I'm sorry?" the Boss Lady asked, her voice wavering just a little.

"I mean, it's the only possible explanation for a brilliant criminal mastermind who knows who I am and what I can do, going and doing something so monumentally stupid."

The figure in the chair was quiet for a while, as the sheer venom of Mickey's words hung on the air like a cloying mist. "It's not all doom and gloom, Mr. Mouse," she finally replied.

"Oh yeah? What's the silver lining for this cloud?"

"Caruso put out that hit when he had some bad intel. He still thinks that Minnie's in Mouseton, while we have it on good authority that she's on a nice long vacation."

"And how would you know something like that? If you've been spying on her-"

The figure laughed again, and Mickey definitely heard a change. It sounded lighter, more natural, and maddeningly familiar, like a song you've heard a thousand times before but can never name. "Nothing of the sort. We just happen to know her better than anyone."

"But that's impossible! Minnie doesn't know anyone from Anderville..."

But as he said those words, Mickey finally put a face to that laugh, and his brain came to a wholly unexpected conclusion. He felt the corners of his mouth pulling into a grin and his heart started doing the rumba. "Oh, no way," he laughed disbelievingly. "No way."

In one fluid movement, the figure spun the chair around to face him and flicked on the lamp, shining a soft incandescent light over the whole room. There, sitting in the high-backed chair, bold as brass and twice as beautiful, was a face that Mickey thought he had left behind in Mouseton, and showed up in his dreams every night since.

Minnie Mouse smiled, and put down her Voice Stealer to wipe some tears from her eyes. "Hi, Mickey."

"Minnie!"

The two mice all but tackled each other, and for a few minutes, only the sounds of kissing and cooing could be heard from the dark office. At length, Mickey and Minnie had calmed down enough to just sit together in the chair, cuddling.

"So..." Mickey began. "You're the head of a gang now?"

"Sort of. When I came looking for you, I ran into some guys that knew what you were up to, who were having some trouble with some of Caruso's lieutenants making it hard for them to do business. So, we made a deal: I help them take out the lieutenants, they point me to you. Then, all I had to do was bust out the ol' divine magic a bit, and put the fear of Yggdrasil into Caruso's men. I probably made an impression on my informants, too, cause they agreed to stick with me after I helped them out."

"Huh," Mickey replied. "Something similar happened to me when I first came here. While I was asking around for Sonny Mitchell, I found a diner where the cook and clientele all knew him. We became friends after I found out about that little fact, and they've been helping me with cases ever since."

"A diner? Is the food good?"

"Inasmuch as a greasy spoon's food can be, yeah. Wanna go get a bite to eat?"

"Sounds good to me. Most of my associates are gone, anyways."

The two mice left the office hand in hand, leaving it unoccupied, save for the plant in the corner, the files full of secrets, and the twinkling of the city lights.

6.9 (wildrook): [Kingdom Hearts] / [Aladdin]

Sora couldn't help but chuckle at the state Aladdin was in right now. Probably because Sora was older, for once.

"Laugh it up," the miniature thief said. "This tends to happen every now and again... other times, it sounds like Simba's narrating my every move."

"Sorry," Sora replied. "It's just weird seeing you like this... I never thought I'd be the older one in one of these scenarios."

6.10 (Mr. Egret): [Disney] / [Mythos Hackers]

Ortensia hummed cheerfully to herself as she pulled a fresh batch of cookies out of the oven, and set them out to cool. "Ah, they smell perfect! I'll have to thank Princess Peach for this recipe later..."

Her ears perked up as she heard the the door slam. "Oh, hi Oswald! Come on in; I've just finished with some cookies!"

Oswald padded into the kitchen and gave Ortensia a quick peck on the cheek. "Hey, Tens. They smell good!"

As Oswald poured himself a glass of milk, Ortensia picked up his robes, and folded them neatly. "So, how did it go?"

"Well, I found the place where the Dark Young of Shub-Niggurath were being summoned, and we worked out a way to talk without my brains leaking out of my ears, so it went about as well as any other time I chatted with our kids' boyfriends and girlfriends."

Ortensia sighed. "Did you set the place on fire again?"

"That was an accident and you know it. But no, they seemed on the level, surprisingly enough. They were all perfect gentlemen. Or gentleladies. Or gentlecreatures. I can never work out what gender Eldritch Horrors are..."

He laughed to himself as he remembered the meeting. "Some of the smaller ones actually looked nervous about talking with their dates' father. I guess some things really are universal."

6.11 (wildrook): [DuckTales]

Scrooge McDuck was downright annoyed.

Not because of the fact that Launchpad was flying. He was used to bracing himself for the crash that happened within every vehicle he let McQuack fly.

The reason he was annoyed was that he had experienced this event before. Donald had informed him of the Loops repeating certain events, but to involve the immortal Merlock and the Lamp that contained Genie, not to mention that his nephews and Webbigail hadn't experienced this got him over the edge.

"You didn't run into anything, did you?" Scrooge asked Launchpad.

"Not yet, Mr. McD," Launchpad replied. "I'm just about to land, so remain seated in the upright position!"

"TURN THE PLANE RIGHT-SIDE-UP BEFORE YOU LAND, MCQUACK!"

Much later... he was going to deal with an upside-down plane and destroyed ruins.

"Mental note," Scrooge muttered, "get Launchpad flying lessons next Loop." After finding a way to get the Treasure of Collie Baba... again... take out Merlock, and free Genie.

What's next, Magica DeSpell trying to revive Count Duckula... oh wait, that happened already. How he was able to breathe on the moon was something he questioned the first time he did that.

6.1: It's always better to be on Maleficent's good side.

6.2: Not being familiar with Bayonetta, I can't really comment.

6.3: Stepford is a disturbing place that needs derailing every chance you get.

6.4: Ah, Mewtwo and Elsa… a wonderful friendship.

6.5: That explains a lot.

6.6: Interesting interpretation of her powers.

6.7: A different take on "Pot Scorpion".

6.7 alternate: A second response to "Pot Scorpions".

6.8: Inspired by an actual comic series.

6.9: Inspired by The Thief and the Cobbler.

6.10: He's not kidding about the "some things really are universal" bit.

6.11: This is Launchpad, Scrooge. He's never going to be able to fly without crashing… and he takes pride in that.