The Magical Quest

While the earlier conversation took place, Pluto had been listening. His eyes filled up with hope, a big smile forming on his face when he'd heard that Mickey and his friends had broken out of their cells. He didn't even seem to mind the fact that Agan and his subjects were going to try to stop them. The dog had no doubt in his mind that his beloved owner would rescue him.

Meanwhile, in the hallway, a guard was simply standing around with a bored look on his face. The cat looked back and forth, making sure no one else was around as he quickly scratched his rear end, a look of satisfaction now taking the bored look's place.

Suddenly, a hand reached out from behind the guard and pulled him behind one of the castle's support beams as the sound of someone being beaten could be heard. Soon, the sound died down as Mickey emerged, now dressed in the guard's outfit, the others joining him while also wearing guard uniforms.

"Ahyuck, I feel manly," Goofy chuckled, Minnie looking uneasy as she asked, "Are you sure these outfits will work? If you haven't noticed, every guard in this castle is a cat."

"Your point being?" Goofy replied as the princess glanced at the jester before asking, "Are we cats?" Goofy chuckling, "Of course not! That's just silly! It's obvious that I'm a dog, Donald's a duck and you and Mickey are mouses."

Minnie gave the jester a nod as Goofy pondered this, soon realizing what she meant and asking, "Say, Mick, are you really sure these dees-kizez will work?"

Donald had an uneasy look upon hearing that question. What if the disguises failed? They may very well have to fight every guard in the castle if that were to happen.

"Aw, shucks," Mickey replied with a confident smile, "I doubt these guards are smart enough to notice."

With that said, Mickey boldly opened the door to the dining hall where a few servants were cleaning up from lunch earlier. Mickey simply marched by them with a look of certainty on his face, the others trying their best not to break their cover as one of the cleaners looked at Donald and blinked.

One of the cleaners simply shrugged and asked, "Didn't know Pete was hiring other animals now," as the other asked, "Are we even supposed to acknowledge the fact that we're animals?"

"You see?" Mickey asked as the group entered another room, "Nothing to it!"

However, just as they were about to exit, a box fell in front of them, their eyes going wide. Suddenly, the box opened up as a weasel dressed in a jester's outfit emerged with a goofy look on his face. Donald panicked and almost passed out, Goofy catching him and chuckling.

"Hey, look, they have an entertain-ier too!" the dog stated as the weasel grinned and said, "Yes, but I'm not exactly a royal fool, if you catch my drift."

That said, the weasel tapped his finger against the box he'd emerged from, the box bursting into flame before burning up into nothing while the others simply stared. The weasel then proceeded to pull out an assortment of fireballs, hurling them at the uniforms as they soon expanded due to the intense heat, falling off of each wearer's body.

"Did you really think I would fall for that?" the weasel asked with a sneer, "I mean, really, you're not even cats!"

Donald placed his hands against his sides, glaring at Mickey as the mouse shrugged, a nervous smile on his face. The jester then conjured up more fireballs, juggling them while stating, "I am Jaguar, King Pete's tactical expert in combat."

"Then why are you dressed like a jester?" Mickey asked as the weasel narrowed his eyelids remarking, "I'm juggling blazing hot fireballs right now. I don't think you're in any position to question my sense of fashion."

With that, he hurled the fireballs forward as they stayed in their wheel-like state. The group barely dodged them as they returned to the weasel like a boomerang, Donald noticing his tail feathers on fire as he panicked, rolling around to put it out.

With that, Goofy narrowed his eyelids as he pressed his hand against his spray flower, the water from the flower dousing one of the fireballs, Jaguar's eyes going wide. The jester then said, "For a court jester, you're not all that entertaining! I bet I could out-fool you!"

The others stared as the dog turned to them and said, "Y'all better go on ahead! I'll handle this!"

"But, Goofy..." Mickey pleaded as the dog gave the other three a serious look, the group seeing the seriousness in the jester as Mickey nodded, signalling the others to follow him.

As much as it pained Minnie, it really did seem like Goofy wanted to take Jaguar on his own. How could she refuse such a request from such a kind and friendly man? As such, the three headed for the exit, Jaguar replacing the burned out fireball and shouting, "NOT SO FAST!"

However, before the weasel could stop them, Goofy's ring glowed as he took on his cowboy form, shooting a cork into the back of the weasel's head. This caused Jaguar to fall forward, dropping his fireballs as they flew into the air, descending toward the weasel's head. Luckily, Jaguar was a master of fire, so when the fireballs closed in, the weasel simply held up his hands, grabbing on and made a juggling motion, the others following it and resuming their wheel-like state.

"Thank, Goofy!" Minnie quipped as she and the others fled the room, Goofy smiling with confidence before turning back to Jaguar who slowly rose to his feet, a look of fury in his eyes.

"You are so going to pay for that!" the weasel exclaimed as he hurled his fireballs at the dog, Goofy shooting a pair of corks forward only for the flames to burn them upon contact, Goofy barely jumping to the side in time to avoid the fireballs. One thing was for certain: Beating a jester of this kind was going to be difficult.

As the others headed down the hallway, Minnie looked back with concern as Mickey sighed, "Don't worry, Minnie. I'm sure Goofy will be okay."

The princess nodded, but was still unsure about this. Perhaps Jaguar was out of the dog's league. After all, he was a tactical fighter whereas Goofy was just a jester. How could they be so sure that even the rings could help him?

Either way, they had gone too far now. They couldn't just turn back. As such, the three progressed down the halls, dealing with any guards that attacked them. After all, without their disguises, they pretty much had to fight. Luckily for them, the guards didn't seem all that powerful in smaller numbers.

Soon, the three found themselves in an empty room. There wasn't anything special about this particular area. It was just empty. Perhaps it just wasn't worth guarding. However, as the three advanced towards the door to what they assumed was the next hallway, they were shocked to see a wolf wearing armour emerge from behind one of the support beams.

The wolf held two cannons in hand as he laughed and shouted, "And where do you think you're going!"

"I'm here to save my dog!" Mickey retorted, folding his arms as the wolf pointed his canons at the mouse saying, "You won't be going anywhere, pal!"

"Says who!" the mouse remarked as the wolf laughed, firing a pair of cannonballs at the peasant, who narrowly dodged to the side in time to avoid it, the resulting explosion sending him and the others into the wall, the wolf stating, "For your information, I am Bogard, King Pete's new weapon..."

Then a dumbfounded look covered his face as he scratched his head asking, "Now, what was it Agan called me again? Weapon... person... thing?" then after a few more seconds, he snapped his fingers and quipped, "That's it! I'm King Pete's weapons expert!"

The three rubbed their heads, Mickey grunting as the wolf turned to the mouse, firing two more cannonballs at him. Just as it seemed the peasant was doomed, Donald glares, rolling up his sleeves. He was tired of letting the others help him with his problems. Now was the time to take action on his own.

With that in mind, he immediately leaped in front of Mickey, taking in the blow as the explosion sent him reeling back into the wall, the duck's feathers now covered in soot. Mickey and Minnie stared in shock as they ran over to their friend with worry, Bogard laughing insanely at his handiwork.

"Are you okay?" Mickey asked as Donald's ring glowed, the sailor taking on his barrel knight form before slowly rising back to his feet and breathing heavily, shaking off the soot covering his body and saying, "Mickey, Minnie, I'll handle things from here."

"But..." Mickey pleaded, Donald giving the peasant a serious look as the mouse nodded before saying, "Be careful, Donald. This guy's dangerous."

As Bogard was about to prevent the couple's escape, Donald stood before him, holding up his mallet majestically while shouting, "If you want to get to them, you'll have to get through me!"

Bogard turned his attention to Donald before biting his lower lip, his eyes filling up with tears and the sound of stifling coming from the wolf. Soon enough, he lost all control as he broke out into hysterics, holding onto the front of his armour and slapping his knee, laughing insanely as Donald's ridiculous look. The duck couldn't help but feel insulted as he frowned, the wolf continuing his laughter while Mickey and Minnie made their escape.

Turning his gaze to the door and wiping a tear, Bogard tried his hardest to stop laughing while shouting, "L-l-look at th-that! HAHAHAHAHA! The-they're g-getting away! HAHAAAAAAAHAHAHA!"

Then finally calming down and breathing heavily, the wolf let out a quick bit of air escape his mouth as he said, "Okay, Mr. Duck, I'm ready."

Donald rolled his eyes as the wolf continued, "I'm sorry, but you just look so stupid wearing that barrel! And come on, a cooking pot? Why not have a spiked helmet like me?"

The sailor gritted his teeth, charging towards Bogard who still hadn't quite gotten over the sight of Donald's form and rammed his mallet into the wolf's face, Bogard's eyes going wide as he backed up a bit, rubbing his snout. Now it was time for him to get serious. How dare this insolent peasant do such a thing to him?

"You're going to pay for that," Bogard said in a serious tone, aiming his cannons at the duck and firing the cannonballs. Unfortunately for Donald, he couldn't dodge to the incredible increase in weight his armour gave him. As such, the duck tucked his head into it hoping to survive the blast. Unfortunately for him, the explosion from the balls caused the duck's armour to blast open, leaving the duck exposed as he panicked, his ring glowing once again, the sailor now in a green robe.

Donald probably would have been happy with this except for one problem? How would a rope made for climbing help him against an enemy who was covered from head to toe in armour with only a few openings? Such an idea seemed more absurd than trying to overpower gold and silver with a barrel. Either way, he knew this was going to be tough.

Meanwhile, Agan was watching the cauldron from within Pete's throne room, the king glaring at the wizard and asking, "Are you sure your partners can handle them without your help?"

"I have all the confidence in the world in those two," the magician replied before noticing something odd within the cauldron, his eyes going wide.

Pete gave him a look as if to ask what was going on as Agan grinned nervously. He had, of course, seen in the cauldron proof that Mickey and Minnie had escaped from his servants. However, the fact that the other two were missing gave him a slight boost in self-esteem.

"Uh... sire..." the wizard said nervously, tugging on his collar before saying, "I'm afraid my services are needed," before vanishing in a puff of smoke, Pete rolling his eyes muttering, "It figures."

And that was that. Goofy and Donald was each facing one of Agan's minions while the wizard had gone off to stop Mickey and Minnie from reaching the throne room. Could they possibly get past him?