"I want you out of this house, right now!" Pete growled. "Sooner if you can manage it! You are the most horrible, vile, despicable creature that has ever walked the face of the Earth and DON'T YOU EVER THINK ABOUT COMING BACK!"
Without hesitation, he literally threw Mortimer right on to the pavement and slammed the door.
"I swear on my mother's grave, if I ever see you again, I DON'T KNOW WHAT I WILL DO!" He screamed.
Mortimer began sulking down the sidewalk.
"Well that's great." He mumbled. "Now who am I gonna mooch off of?"
Mortimer saw Mickey's car and then, he conceived a sinister plan right on the fly.
"Of course." He grinned evilly.
As Mortimer went to carry out his villainous scheme, Mickey went outside to drive his car, when all of a sudden, he accidentally ran over something.
"YEEOOWWWW!" Someone screamed.
"Huh? What was that?" Mickey gasped.
Mickey got out of the car and saw Mortimer holding his leg and yelling in pain.
"Owww! Owww!" He screamed. "Oh the pain! The unending pain!"
"Sir, are you okay?" asked Mickey.
"No! I am not okay!" Mortimer barked. "You ran over my foot and now it's fractured and practically crippled!"
Mortimer then secretly tossed aside a boulder that was underneath Mickey's car.
"Oh, I'm so sorry." Mickey apologized. "Is there anything I can do for you?"
"You'd better be insured, cause if you ain't, I'll be suing you for everything you're worth!" Mortimer waved his fist.
"No, no, please!" Mickey begged. "I'll tell you what! You can room with me until your leg is all healed."
About a week later, Mortimer had overstayed his welcome.
"Uh, Mr. Mortimer...you've been in there for a while, and I was wondering if I could get into the bathroom sometime soon..." Mickey knocked on the bathroom door.
"Hey, you can't rush perfection, Mouse!" Mortimer snapped. "It takes time! While you're at it, get me a fresh towel."
Mickey came back with a fresh towel and Mortimer snatched it. He finally came outside wearing Mickey's robe and walked away.
"Hot cha, cha." He said. "Nothing like a hot shower. By the way, I used up all the hot water, so you might wanna wait a while to shower. Oh, and clean up the bathroom. I'm gonna use it later."
Mickey walked into the bathroom and saw that it was all messed up with Mortimer's shedded fur everywhere.
"AAAAAHHHHH!" Mickey screamed at the horrific sight.
After cleaning the bathroom, Mickey went to the kitchen to eat something, when he saw Mortimer wearing his red shorts and yellow shoes while lying on the couch.
"My shorts!" Mickey gasped.
"Yeah, I figured I could wear them while my clothes dry out." Mortimer said callously.
Later, Mortimer went into the kitchen and started eating all of the food, completely emptying the fridge and pantries. As soon as he was done, Mickey went to eat something.
"Boy, I need something to eat." He thought as he opened the fridge door, only to find it completely empty.
"Hey Mouse, would you mind getting me some more food? You're all out!" Mortimer said as he wolfed everything down.
That night, Mickey went to go to bed, only to find Mortimer sleeping his bed and loudly snoring, forcing Mickey to sleep on the couch, but his large mouse ears could hear the snoring from a mile away.
"That's it!" He growled. "That Mortimer has got to go!"
The very next morning, Mortimer was about to make his way to the bathroom to hog it again, when Mickey stopped him right in front of the door.
"That does it!" He snapped. "You've been here long enough and it seems your leg is all healed up, so it's time for you to hit the road!"
"Forget it, chump!" Mortimer sneered. "My doctor says I need at least two more weeks of recovery before I can go home!"
"THAT DOES IT!" Mickey screamed.
He quickly grabbed a large sledgehammer and was about smash Mortimer into a pancake.
"Wait!" Mortimer ran away from Mickey. "If you smash me with that hammer, you'll go to jail!"
"What?" Mickey gasped.
"That's right!" Mortimer smirked. "I am a beloved and most popular citizen of Mouseton and if you hurt me, you'll be arrested, sentenced to life in prison and shunned by everyone! You can smash and bash me all you want, but everyone will hate you and be branded as a criminal!"
"Jail?" Mickey said in a squeaky tone.
"That's right!" Mortimer laughed. "So I can do whatever I want! Now get to buy me some more food! Ha cha cha cha!"
Mickey went to the store to shop for food, pondering on what to do about his issue.
"Oh no, what am I gonna do?" He thought. "I don't wanna go to jail."
Just then, Mickey bumped into his arch nemesis, Pete the Cat.
"Hey, watch it, Squeaky!" Pete said rudely.
"Sorry Pete, guess I should've done that." Mickey rolled his eyes.
"Whatever, Mickey." said Pete. "I've got enough problems as it is. Some lanky tall rat ate me out of house and home, if I ever see that punk again, it will be the end of him..."
As Pete mumbled as e kept shopping, this caused Mickey to ponder a clever idea.
"Pete has encountered Mortimer too, huh?" Mickey thought. "That gives me an idea."
Mickey went back to his house to see Mortimer lying down on the couch, watching TV and eating a bunch of ice cream.
"Guess what? Mortimer? I brought over some company." said Mickey. "This is my good friend, Peg."
"Nice to meet you, Mortimer." Peg waved at him.
Mortimer's eyes popped out and his tongue dropped the minute he saw Peg.
"Ha cha cha cha!" He growled. "What a woman."
"You two get well acquainted, while I fix you up some drinks." Mickey said as he snuck into the kitchen to make a little call.
While that, Mortimer scooted over to Peg.
"Hey doll, the name's Mortimer, Mortimer Mouse." He said smoothly. "The big cheese, Gemini and self made man, extraordinaire."
"And I'm Peg." Peg introduced herself. "Real estate saleswoman and-"
"Alright, enough of that." Mortimer cut her off. "I'm just gonna cut to the chase. Tonight: Me and you go to dinner and a movie. Ha cha cha."
"Uh, I don't think so." Peg moved from Mortimer. "You see, I'm kinda busy and-"
"Aww, come on sweetie don't be shy." Mortimer grabbed Peg's hands.
"Mr. Mortimer, please, I'm flattered, but I am not interested." Peg pushed him aside.
"Don't be shy, baby, you know you can't resist me." Mortimer grabbed Peg and tried to kiss her. "I love my women when they play hard to get."
"Yeah, well I like men when they have boundaries!" Peg tried to free herself from Mortimer's hold.
"Come on, baby, don't be like that." Mortimer kept trying to kiss her. "Just one little kiss is all."
"I don't think my husband would approve of it." Peg growled.
"Aww, what's that palooka gonna do? Bore me to death?" Mortimer laughed and wouldn't let go of Peg.
Just as Mortimer was about to show his tongue and kiss Peg, Pete had busted into the house, much to Mortimer's horror.
"Oh Petey, help! Save me!!!" Peg cried for help.
"YOU!!!" Pete pointed to Mortimer. "Get away from my wife!"
"AAAAHHHH!!!" Mortimer screamed as Pete began to beat the tall rodent senseless.
Pete then grabbed Mortimer by the neck, spun him around and tossed him into the air.
"Next time I won't go so easy on ya!" He shouted, then turned to his wife. "Are you alright, muffin cake?"
"Oh snooki, it was horrible." Peg ran into Pete's arms. "If you didn't come, he would've-"
"No need to speak, Peggums, daddy is here." Pete kissed Peg's forehead, then turned to Mickey. "And as for you, Mouse, for leaving my wife with that creep, I'm charging double the rent for next month! So you'd better have it ready!"
"Sure, it's worth every pretty penny." Mickey said as he fell asleep onto his lawn.
THE END
Authors Note:
Nobody mooches off of Mickey Mouse and gets away with it! Stay tuned for another story, real soon.