Mickey then saw Evil Grampa. Try me plumber! Dodge ball!
Mickey was back at the arena. You know, there really should be more fans of dodge ball here other then
Diglett in the arena, Mickey commented. Whatever. One, two, three, Go! Grampa started with the ball.
Grampa took 30 seconds to even get into position to throw the ball. It took him ten more to actually throw it. He threw like, hey, you know why don't you guess what a 50 year old, slow, zombie, Throws like. Correct answer: A paralyzed two year old.
Mickey just caught the ball. Grampa was sucked in the book, and mickey was Teleported back to the woods.