The Tower of Terror Malfunctions Causing Chaos And Fist Shaking
"Woo! We're going on the Tower of Terror!" Squealed Mickey as he dashed to the queue. He did a stereotypical jump of glee and froze in the air a few seconds, fist in the air triumphantly and heels just about to click.
"Why does he have to be so excited about EVERYTHING?" Minnie said, rolling her eyes and walking past the mouse in midair. Mickey landed, and turned around to the others. Donald, Goofy, Pluto and Daisy all stared at him.
"Someone one needs to lay off the estrogen," Daisy said dismissively, and joined Minnie walking towards the hotel. Donald babbled something incoherently, because he's Donald.
"No kiddin' Donald," Goofy agreed. Pluto 'marked his sent' on a bush they passed.
Soon, they rounded a corner and saw the Tower of Terror in the distance. Thunderclouds suddenly zoomed in from either sides of the sky and lightning flashed brilliantly in the sky. Thunder sounded.
It had been absolutely clear a few seconds earlier.
"Don'tcha just LOVE Disney magic!" Mickey said gaily and headed towards the entrance.
"If it weren't for Disney magic, we wouldn't have to put up with YOU," Goofy muttered under his breath.
Donald babbled something incoherently, but it might have been that Minnie looked like a hooker in that polka-dot dress.
To which Minnie replied, "Oh, shut up you CENSORED."
The gang soon entered the hotel, drinking in the atmosphere like a dehydrated camel. Suddenly, more lightning flashed, and everyone shielded their eyes from the bright light. When they opened their eyes, a bellhop that resembled a young Hannibal Lecter had appeared.
"Welcome to the Hollywood Tower Hotel," he said in a somber tone. Mickey cheered gleefully. The bellhop led them to the library, where the door slid shut behind them.
"Geez, Haunted Mansion much?" Daisy whispered to Minnie. Suddenly the lights went out. The TV flickered, and Rod Serling appeared on a TV in the room.
"Hollywood, 1939. Amidst the-"
"We know, we KNOW!" Minnie interrupted, "Now go away and promote your Cheez Whiz."
Rod scowled. "Fine. Be that way," the TV said back. The lights snapped back on, and the entrance to the boiler room opened.
After waiting impatiently in the line for the elevator to come back down, the doors creaked open and thunder boomed. Donald walked into the elevator and the others were about to follow, when all of a sudden the metal doors snapped shut. Blue sparks of electricity raced down the crack of the closed doors, and the group listened as the elevator suddenly wooshed upwards.
"I think something's wrong," Mickey said stupidly.
"No duh!" Daisy yelled, and went over to the bellhop. "What's wrong!"
"Seems like the safety key wasn't turned the right way," the bellhop replied.
"What!" Daisy barked. She and the others listened to the elevator. They heard a distant 'ding!', and suddenly, the elevator could be heard wooshing back down towards them. Donald's squawking and rambling became echo-y, then…nonexistent.
When the elevator doors opened, smoke and steam escaped. The seats were sizzling. Donald was gone.
Daisy glared and started shaking her fist. "Son of a-"
"Donald has now entered a world of sight," Rod Sterling interrupted, stepping into view in front of the others, "A world of sound…The Twilight Zone!"
Bongos mysteriously reverberated around the basement.