Hey, I'm back! With the first update of 2015! YAY! Hope you all had a great new year.
Just to let you know I have a new fanfiction story out for 'Winnie-the-Pooh' called 'The Hundred-Acre House'. Feel free to check it out.
See chapter one for the disclaimer.
After Goofy had quickly sorted out all of his 'mistakes' the guests arrived and Mickey, dressed like a cowboy, started the show.
"Hey Y'all everybody! It's western night here at the house of mouse, and so we've got a western-themed Donald cartoon for you!" The guest politely applauded and the lights went down.
Goofy had been serving the guest for about ten minutes when suddenly there was a yell. "Hey, waiter! What's this supposed to be?"
Goofy quickly dished out Timon and Pumbaa's critter-salad and hurried over to the table where the yell had come from. It was the Mad-Hatters table and he did not look happy. Next to him the March Hare was pouring imaginary tea and Alice was looking apologetic.
"What seems to be the problem, sir?" Goofy said, politely.
"WHAT is THIS!?" The Mad-Hatter stared at the pizza on his place like it might attack him.
"It's your pizza, sir." Goofy replied, keeping a perfectly straight face although he really wanted to burst out laughing. He knew this would happen.
"This is not what I ordered. I ordered a pizza with no base, no crust, no cheese, no sauce and no toppings."
Goofy was about to reply when Pete appeared behind him. "What appears to be the problem, sir?"
Pete had been keeping an eye on the goof to see if he could pick up on any more mistakes. When he'd saw how the mad hatter was reacting he'd decided he better get over there and see what the goof had done wrong now.
The mad-hatter launched into a re-explanation while goofy slid off. He went into the kitchen, paused and then burst out laughing, much to the confusion of Gus and the penguins. Then he heard Mickeys voice.
"Everything all right? I couldn't help noting the Mad-Hatter seemed a little…wound up." As the manager Mickey needed to be aware of any complaints.
Goofy pulled himself together and gave a quick recap of what had happened to his friend. "Right." Mickey said, after hearing the tale. "And I trust you're going to put this right?"
"Obviously."
"Good, I'm needed on in five minutes. See ya!" And the door swung shut.
Goofy smiled as he got the empty plate he'd originally served from the sideboard. He took a deep breath and composed himself like they'd taught him how to at drama college and went back out to the table.
Where Pete and the M-H were in the middle of an argument. Goofy frowned, the number one rule was that the customer was always right and one would think Pete would be aware of that. He needed to fix this.
"Almighty then, here we go, one pizza." He placed the plate under the M-Hs nose.
"Ah, this is exactly what I wanted." The M-H said, much to the confusion of Pete. "I don't know why you got it wrong, you never normally do."
This was the moment goofy had been waiting for. "Well you see, I can't take all the credit, this was all PETE's idea!" Goofy swung an arm around Pete's broad shoulders, much to the cat's horror.
And then Goofy hurried away as Pete and the M-H got into another argument.
"Goofy!" He looked and saw Mickey waving at him from the wings and made a bee-line over. "How'd it go?"
"I gave him the plate and made sure he knew it was all Pete's idea." Goofy grinned before hurrying of to serve Dumbo.
Mickey shook his head fondly, before glancing over at the M-H's table where Minnie was intervening. This bet was going quite well, he thought.