Day Two
The disgruntled cartoon characters awoke the next morning to see Mickey Mouse hanging out in the living room. "Okay, now today we are not just going to sit around and become even worse than we already are." Ren folded his arms and gave a glare. " Where the hell are we going, then?"
Heifer, Pelswick, Patrick, and Stump were excited to find out what they were doing, but were left in suspense. Mickey had them all shoved into a 1982 Firebird and he drove them to a canyon in the middle of nowhere. They piled out of the car. Pelswick became sad. "I knew that I would be the first one to go! I believe its always handicapped that go first!"
Heifer was munching on some crumbs he had found in his bellybutton. It was a mix of chocolate, Doritos, and last night's dinner. "Well, what about Patrick?" The cameras zoom in on Patrick, with his tongue sticking out and eyes crossed. Pelswick sighed. "It's just mental. At least he won't feel it when he dies."
"Your legs won't feel it either, idiot!" Ren exclaimed, then began laughing meniacally.
Mickey Mouse cleared his throat, thus getting the attention of the castmates. "Today, you guys will be participating in your own version of a soap box derby. Ren, you will be riding in a a litter box." He hands a red litter box over to him, and Ren sighs. Mickey then looked over at Heifer. "You will be racing with a charred Boeing 747." Heifer hopped on happily, creating a large dent on the sides. Patrick found a used kiddy pool and decided to use that instead of what Mickey offered. Stump was given a tobbaggan without arguement.
Mickey drew a line from where they should start. "Whoever makes it to the bottom of the canyon first wins. If you die, neither Vh1 or its parent company has any liability, hence the fine print on the contract."
Pelswick shivered at the thought. "You didn't even give me something to ride in!" Mickey turned around and smirked at the child's stupidity. "It's because you're handicapped, okay? Quit your crying."
The cast all reached to the line, ready to compete. "When I say go, just go. If you decide to go before I say it, you will be disqualified. Whoever wins, will keep Pelswick's wheelchair." Pelswick became even more frightened. Ren became very happy. "Oh... I would love that."
In the end, Ren didn't win. Neither did Pelswick. Heifer's Boeing 747 blew up halfway down... and Patrick's kiddy pool was dissassembled three seconds after the race started. It was the quiet Stump who won Pelswick's wheelchair, and love the freedom the wheels gave him, and the fact that Patrick and Heifer wouldn't be playing pass with him anymore. Pelswick layed in the trunk of the Firebird on the way home from the canyon, sulking.