The Magical Quest

Mickey continued to run down the hallway with a look of determination in his eyes. His doubt was starting to leave him now. Surely his friends would be okay. He could just feel it. But most important of all, he couldn't let their sacrifices distract him from what he'd come all this way for.

Goofy was finally backed up into a corner as Jaguar held his sword up, a wicked grin on his face as he said, "Well, you have nowhere else to go now."

However, just as things seemed their worst, the jester's ring started to glow once more as soon enough, his fencing outfit was replaced by his Arabian entertainer gear. Jaguar froze to a few seconds, blinking at the sight of this as he asked, "Is that seriously all you have left?"

Luckily, this was big enough of a distraction for Goofy to pull out two flaming batons, spinning them in front of his face and knocking the weasel's sword out of his hand. The sword dissipated into nothing as Goofy rammed the batons into Jaguar's gut, the weasel backing up before noticing a flame now engulfing the front of his outfit.

But rather than try to put it out like most would have, Jaguar instead held his hand up against it and lifted it up, rolling it up into a fireball, much like how people rolled snow into snowballs. After all, the weasel could control fire, right?

But it didn't end there as Jaguar formed more fireballs, starting up his juggling act a second time. Goofy simply chuckled at the sight of this before quipping, "Two can play at that game!" pulling out five flaming batons and juggling them around himself.

However, for the first time, Goofy felt a little nervous. He wasn't exactly a juggling expert, and Jaguar could see it on the dog's face. With that in mind, Jaguar knew he would win.

As Jaguar hurled his fireballs toward the other jester, Goofy threw his batons forward. But unlike the fireballs, which always stayed in a perfect wheel formation, Goofy simply scattered around. Luckily, this worked to the dog's advantage as all five passed right by the wheel of flames, two jabbing themselves through the shoulder portion of Jaguar's outfit, two more going through his pant legs and one going through his hat, the weasel now pinned up against the wall as Goofy leaped to the side, avoiding the fireballs.

But it didn't end there as Jaguar's eyes went wide, the fireballs returning to him, and with his arms bound to the wall the weasel was unable to retaliate, the flames engulfing his body. But as the weasel cried out in pain, luck was soon back on his side as the batons pinning him up against the wall burned to ash. Jaguar's body was now free once more as he quickly gathered the fire surrounding him, forming the fireballs again.

"That was most impressive," the weasel stated, "but not quite enough to finish me off, I'm afraid."

However, rather than striking terror into the dog's heart, Jaguar instead noticed Goofy breaking out into hysterics. The weasel blinked as Goofy carried on his silly laugh for some time before calming down, turning to the readers and saying, "At least his pants stayed on.

Jaguar blinked before looking down, noticing a horrifying sight. Now his top had been burned off, the collar being the only thing remaining of it. His pants were now more like shorts, and not regular shorts, but short shorts. The fronts of his shoes had been burned off as well, but on the plus side, his hat remained in perfect condition.

"You..." Jaguar grunted, fury in his eyes while his body started to shake, Goofy now a tad scared as he gulped and said, "Oh, it's not so bad. You can always get a new one."

"YOU MONSTER!" Jaguar cried as his fireballs expanded in size, now fuelled by the weasel's hatred and anger, "THIS OUTFIT HAS BEEN PASSED DOWN THROUGH MY FAMILY FOR GENERATIONS, NEVER TARNISHED, ALWAYS CLEANED, AND NOW YOU'VE RUINED IT!"

"Well, maybe ya shouldn't have been playing with fire," Goofy suggested, but this only served to anger Jaguar further as the weasel hurled the wheel of fireballs at the dog, but he didn't leave it at that. He then proceeded to charge, bypassing the fireballs.

As dumb as Goofy may have seemed most of the time, he strangely knew exactly what Jaguar was trying to do. The weasel was trying to ensure that Goofy would get hit, even if it meant taking his own life with him. Now the jester needed to think faster than ever before, and he had just the plan.

Goofy pulled out one last baton, shoving the flaming end down his throat as his cheeks puffed up. Just as Jaguar had finally caught up to Goofy, the jester simply turned to the weasel and shot a torrent of flames from his mouth, sending Jaguar hurling into a wall, now covered in burns and out cold. However, Goofy was too late to dodge the incoming fireballs as they all covered his body, the jester shouting, "YAAAAAAAAAAHOOHOOHOOHOOHOOHOY!"

Bogard continued to fire an onslaught of cannonballs while Donald trembled, but strangely enough, both heard the loud cry of pain coming from a few doors down.

"GOOFY!" Donald yelped as Bogard laughed before saying, "Now you can join your friend," taking advantage of the fact that the duck had just dropped his guard, hitting Donald with a cannonball as his robe burned up, the sailor's body now covered in soot.

However, things took a turn for better as the duck's ring started to glow, Donald now taking on his Arabian bandit outfit, his magic lamp in hand. Now a look of confidence took over as he rubbed the lamp saying, "Now you're gonna get it."

Bogard gulped before closing his eyes, now afraid for the first time. See, he may have been head-strong, but he wasn't stupid. He'd seen over the past how powerful magic could be, so he had all the reason to be fearful. However, after a few seconds, he noticed nothing had happened and slowly opened his eyes, noticing Donald's lower bill dropped and then looking down and realizing nothing had happened.

But why? Why hadn't Donald's magic worked? What had he done wrong? Well, it was too late to think about that as Bogard grunted, readying his cannons and saying, "I'm tired of this. It's time this battle ended."

Donald was spellbound for two reasons. One reason was that this was possibly the most intelligent thing Bogard had ever said since he'd made his appearance. The second reason was that Donald was helpless. What could he do?

However, he then remembered what Mickey told him. If he believed, he could get through even the toughest of situations. With that in mind, the duck rubbed his lamp, the genie hand once again coming out as Bogard fired a pair of cannonballs at him.

Both were wide-eyed in response to what happened next as the magic from the genie hand hit the cannonballs. But rather than transforming them like it had done to the icicles earlier, it instead sent the cannonballs over Bogard's head. The wolf looked up and gulped as the balls hovered over his head. After a mere couple of seconds, the balls finally descended, an explosion covering Bogard's body, the wolf's eyes spinning as he passed out.

Donald blinked, his regular outfit returning to him as he stared at the sight of Bogard now lying on the floor, unconscious. After a few seconds of staring, a smile replaced the look of shock as Donald broke out into insane laughter, the duck slapping his knee while tears of joy ran down his face.

"I did it!" the duck shouted before resuming his laughter, adding, "I actually did it!"

However, his laughter soon died as he remembered the sound of Goofy's trademark scream earlier. Now was not the time to laugh. With that in mind, Donald took off through the door he'd originally entered the room from, running down the halls. He needed to get to the dining hall quickly because, let us not forget, he also had to go back and help Mickey if it wasn't already too late.

Minnie continued to shoot an onslaught of magic blasts at Agan as the wizard simply blocked each one with magic from his hands, yawning while saying, "Come on, princess, just stop trying. Your magic is highly inferior to mine."

Minnie continued to fire magic at the man, determination in her eyes, but this was mostly an act. The truth was that the wizard was right and she knew it. Compared to a great sorcerer like Agan, Minnie was nothing more than a trainee.

Agan eventually got bored of her efforts as he effortlessly blocked her magic with one hand, using the other to shoot a small burst of fire at her, the princess avoiding it only to let her guard down as another flame hit her in the chest, the girl flying into the wall and losing her magician form along with her consciousness. Now she was powerless against Agan as the wizard laughed wickedly at the sight of this. Was this the end for her?

Meanwhile, Donald entered the dining hall, his eyes going wide with shock when he saw Goofy lying on the ground, his body covered in burns and his eyes closed. Donald held the dog up, shaking Goofy while shouting, "Goofy, wake up! It's me!"

Upon receiving no response, the duck proceeded to open up Goofy's right eye but was shocked to see the back of the dog's eye facing him, a sticky note attached saying "Property for sale". Tears ran down Donald's face as he held onto the duck, bawling while releasing waterworks from his eyes. He couldn't believe it. His best friend in the whole world was dead.

However, luck soon took a turn for the better as Goofy smacked his lips, slowly opening his eyelids, his eyes snapping back to the front of his face as he looked up at Donald and said, "Gorsh, I didn't think you cared that much about little old me."

"Yeah," Donald sniffed, still letting down tears, "Now don't talk, Goofy. You're supposed to be dead."

Suddenly, the duck's eyes went wide as he looked at Goofy who was now wide awake, Goofy chuckling and giving the duck a wave. Donald then looked up at the readers, his eye twitching before he let out tears of joy, embracing the jester while shouting, "I THOUGHT I'D LOST YOU FOREVER!"

"There, there," Goofy said, patting the duck's back, "I'm okay now."

However, things weren't looking quite nearly as well for Minnie as Agan used his magic to open up a large black hole in the floor, lifting up the princess by her collar while saying, "You know, Minnie, it's been fun, but I think we both know who the better fighter here is."

A grimace soon formed over Minnie's face as she opened her eyes, Agan's own eyes going wide with shock as the princess spat, "You might be the better magician, but I'm the better fighter!" as she proceeded to kick Agan in the chest, the wizard releasing his hold on Minnie and falling into the black hole, his eyes wide open as the hole closed in on itself, vanishing. And that was that. Agan was no more and Minnie was safe. Unfortunately, she was also in too much pain to move.

Finally, Mickey had reached the throne room. The mouse took a deep breath before opening the door. Pete was sitting in his chair, tapping his fingers against the arms of it before slowly rising to his feet, glaring at the mouse.

"You're not the princess," Pete stated as Mickey glared before stating, "I take it you're the king, right?"

"Oh, does my elegance really shine that brightly?" the cat replied as Mickey shook his head and remarked, "Actually, it's your ugly face that gave you away!"

Pete narrowed his eyelids as he reached down, picking Mickey up by his tail. Mickey threw his fists out, struggling to get free as Pete laughed at the pitiful efforts, flinging the mouse into the wall.

"With your size, you're in no position to insult me," the king stated as he held up his hands, magic coming from it as he said, "Just because I'm a king doesn't mean I can't do things for myself every now and again."

And this was it. Mickey was now face-to-face with King Pete, Donald and Goofy too far away to help him. Minnie was unable to move, so she couldn't come to his aid either. The mouse was on his own for this, but that didn't matter. He had come all this way to save his best friend. He wouldn't let such circumstances discourage him. But would he be enough to stop the king?