AUTHOR'S NOTE: Your author would credit the Looney Tunes short, "What's Opera Doc?" and mein sister for making this chapter possible.
Mortimer returned to the castle, and put Minnie down gently, before he returned to his normal (if you could call it that) state.
"Here we are, beautiful downtown . . . . uhhhh . . . ." Mortimer said, before realizing he had no idea where the heck he was, anyway! Quickly, he pulled the emerald out of his pocket.
"Hey, Cherno, where are we?" he asked.
"Dragonwilde," Chernoberus's image said. "My old homeland."
"Right," Mortimer said. Then he snapped his fingers, and his clothes changed from his regular attire to a king's robes, crown, and scepter. Then he pulled a mirror out of hammer space and started to admire himself.
"Ha-cha-cha," he said. "Not bad, if I do say so myself! Perfect for the king of the world!"
"Oh, well, then, let me crown you!" Minnie shouted. She grabbed the scepter out of Mortimer's hand, and whacked him over the head with it as hard as she possibly could.
"YEEOUCH!" Mortimer shouted.
Minnie ran off while Mortimer was busy moaning and groaning. She wanted to get out of that castle, and find Mickey, fast. As she ran down a staircase, she began to heard strange, muffled sounds coming from a room down the hall. She was about to run off in the opposite direction, when curiosity got the better of her, and she ran in the direction of the strange sounds. She ran to a door at the end of the hallway, and tried to open it, but it was locked.
"Well . . . . maybe I should leave well enough alone," she said, and she started to turn, but something was telling her to get into that room.
"Oh, the heck with it," Minnie said. "There are other ways of opening doors."
Minnie took a few steps back, ran for the door, jumped into the air with her leg outstretched, and kicked it into the door.
"HIYAH!" she shouted. Once her foot hit the door, it fell right off it's hinges.
"I knew those karate lessons would come in handy some day," she said.
Minnie looked around the room, and immediately saw Donald tied to a chair, and trying to get himself loose. She gasped, ran over, and began to untie him.
"Donald!" she shouted. "Oh my goodness, you're alive! Everybody thinks you're dead!"
"I know," Donald said. "Mickey told me earlier."
"Come on! We'd better get out of here! I think Mortimer's flipped his lid!"
"You're just finding that out now?"
Minnie ignored Donald's remark, and the two of them started running. Unfortunately, they didn't get far before they ran into Mortimer, literally.
"Ooof!" all three of them shouted, as they fell to the floor.
"Well, ha-cha-cha!" Mortimer shouted. "Fancy running into you, Minnie!"
"Uh oh," Donald said, nervously.
"You two are just in time for the wedding!" Mortimer shouted again.
"What wedding?" Donald asked.
"Why, my wedding, of course!" Mortimer shouted. He snapped his fingers, and then pointed to Minnie. Her clothes changed to a white ball gown, which looked like a white version of Cinderella's gown. Minnie's bow was replaced with a diamond tiara.
"Shall we get started?" Mortimer asked, offering his arm to Minnie.
"Forget it, Mortimer!" Minnie shouted, somewhat exasperated. "I am not going to marry you!"
"Oh yeah?" Mortimer asked. "We'll just see about that!"
Mortimer snapped his fingers, and he, Minnie, and Donald disappeared. A moment later, Mortimer and Minnie appeared on the roof of the castle, between a couple of towers.
"Where's Donald?" Minnie asked, looking around. "What did you do with him?"
"Well, since everyone thinks he's dead," Mortimer said, shrugging, "I figure, why disappoint them?"
Mortimer snapped his fingers, and a gallows appeared. Donald was standing on a trap door, with a noose tied around his neck, practically choking him. His arms were pinned to his sides with rope, his hands were tied behind his back, and a piece of rope was tied around his bill. He was also sweating bullets. He didn't necessarily want to start struggling, because he might accidentally break his neck in doing so.
"Donald!" Minnie gasped. Mortimer started twitching his finger back and forth, which caused the lever on the gallows to move back and forth, slightly.
"Whattaya say, Minnie?" he asked, sneakily. "You gonna marry me, or do we play Hangman with Donny-boy?"
"You wouldn't!" Minnie shouted.
"Try me, Minnie. Just try me! You've got five seconds to say the secret word, or the duck goes down!"
Minnie stood there nervously. She didn't want to do this, but it looked like she didn't have any choice.
"All right, Mortimer," she sighed. "I'll marry you, as long as you let Donald go."
"I knew you'd see it my way, Minnie," Mortimer said. "However, just to make sure you go through with this, Donny-boy stays exactly how he is now until it's official. Then I'll let him loose."
Minnie had no choice but to agree. Of course, Mortimer had no intention on letting Donald go. If he did, he'd probably wind up going back to Toon Town, and tell everyone there what was going on. He had to figure out a way to kill Donald and make it look like it was an accident so Minnie wouldn't suspect anything. But he figured he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. Right now, there were more important matters at hand.
Mortimer snapped his fingers, and a priest appeared from out of nowhere.
"Okay, buster, let's get started, and make it quick," he said. "Before she changes her mind."
The priest cleared his throat, and began the wedding ceremony. Mortimer was gloating. He had finally gotten the best of Mickey Mouse.
"If anyone here has any objections to this ceremony," the priest said, "speak now or . . . . ."
"I OBJECT!" a familiar falsetto voice shouted, from apparently out of nowhere.
"What the . . . ." Mortimer started.
"Mickey!" Minnie shouted.
Mickey swung down from out of nowhere on a vine (also appearing from out of nowhere), yelling like Tarzan. He stretched out his feet, and plowed right into Mortimer, knocking him to the floor.
"Ooof!" Mortimer shouted.
"Hiya, Minnie!" Mickey shouted.
"Oh, Mickey," Minnie said, giggling. She wrapped her arms around him, and gave him a big hug, and a kiss.
"I'm so sorry I didn't believe you," she said.
"Aw, that's okay, Minnie," Mickey said, and then he laughed a little. "I almost thought I was guilty myself."
"Well isn't this just sweet?" Mortimer asked. "But I think you're forgetting one thing."
Mickey and Minnie turned, and saw Mortimer standing on the gallows, holding the lever that activated the trap door in his hands.
"Omigosh! Donald!" Mickey shouted.
"Not one move!" Mortimer shouted. "Either one of you comes one step, just one step closer, and I'll pull the lever!"
"Mortimer, you wouldn't!" Minnie shouted.
"Oh, wouldn't I?" Mortimer asked.
"But . . . . but you said if I married you, you'd let Donald go!"
"You know, that's true, Minnie. Matter of fact, I think I will let Donald go. Right now!"
With a villainous laugh, Mortimer pulled the lever. Minnie screamed, as the trap door opened. Quickly, Mickey pointed his finger, and a beam of magic shot out of it, slicing through the noose around Donald's neck. This caused Donald to fall completely through the trap door, and land on the floor. Both Mickey and Minnie ran over to their fowl companion, and began to untie him.
"Donald, are you all right?" Minnie asked.
"Yeah," Donald said. "Thanks, Mickey!"
"Anytime, pal," Mickey said.
"Okay, Mouse," Mortimer said, approaching the trio. "I've had it with you getting in my way all the time! I'm sick of it, you hear me?! Sick of it! So now I'm gonna take care of you once and for . . . . . YEEEEOOOOOUCH!"
Mortimer had been stopped in mid sentence by a sudden chomp to the rear end. He looked behind him, and saw Pluto clinging to his posterior with his teeth.
"Why you dumb mutt!" Mortimer shouted. "I'll fix you good!"
But before Mortimer could do anything, he heard a cat's shriek, and Figaro jumped onto his head, claws bared.
"Yeeeowww!" Mortimer yelled. "Get offa me, you overgrown hairball!"
Figaro's response was to dig his claws deeper into Mortimer's head, and bite him in the ears. Mortimer managed to snap his fingers, and a large stick appeared in his hand. He raised it, and was about to swat Figaro with it, but the kitten saw it coming, and jumped off the tall mouse's head. However, Mortimer wound up hitting himself in the head with the stick instead.
"Yowch!" he shouted.
Figaro laughed, and ran over to Minnie, rubbing against her legs. Minnie giggled, and began stroking him. Finally, Pluto let go of Mortimer's rump, and walked over to Mickey.
"Atta boy, Pluto!" Mickey shouted with a laugh.
"That does it!" Mortimer growled as he looked at Pluto and Figaro. "You hairballs are gonna get yours right this minute!" He then zapped the dog and cat, turning them into stone statues.
"Pluto!" Mickey shouted in horror.
"Figaro!" Minnie cried.
"Now that that's out of the way," Mortimer turned to Mickey, "it's just you and me, Mouse. And I don't aim to lose this time!" He then began zapping his beams from his index finger at the smaller mouse.
"You missed me!" Mickey called as he jumped away from each zap. "Missed me again!" However Mortimer was lucky on the third zap, and he ended up singing Mickey. He let out a hoarse cough before replying in a dazed voice. "Didn't miss me that time."
"Oh, Mickey," Minnie cried in a worried tone as Mickey shook the charred ash away from his body. "Are you all right?"
"A little barbecued, but I'll be fine," he assured her. He then glared at Mortimer. "All right, buddy. Let's see how you like a light-ball special." He then rolled up one of his sleeves and curled his fist into a ball. A sphere of light appeared in it, and he quickly hurled it at Mortimer. The lanky mouse was thrown back into the wall of the castle, seemingly dazed.
"Oh boy!" Donald cheered. "That takes care of him."
"Donald," Minnie said worriedly as Mortimer slowly got up, "you might want to retract that statement."
"That does it, Mouse Boy!" Mortimer shouted as he slowly began to get bigger again. "This time I'm gonna show you how real magic works!"
"Mortimer," Mickey cringed as he began backing up to a cliff. "Don't do anything you'll regret now."
"Oh I'm not going to regret a thing," he smiled evilly as he grew bigger and bigger until he was about the size of the castle.
"Mortimer, stop!" Minnie cried as she ran over to him. "You're going too far!"
"AH SHADDAP!" Mortimer shouted as he backhanded her into a wall. She was soon knocked out cold.
"Minnie!" Mickey cried. He then turned to the overly muscled ninety foot tall mouse and gave him a death glare.
"Oooh!" he growled, "now you've done it!" He then stood on a boulder that was over looking the cliff and rolled up his sleeves. He then shot his arms into the air and shouted.
"Arise storms!" Soon thunder rumbled, and lightning came down from the sky. He then swept his arms across the sky to conjure up wind, rain, and haze.
"North winds blow! South winds blow! Typhoons! Hurricanes!" Mickey then took a deep breath before yelling at the top of his lungs "SMOOOOOG!"
He then conjured up all that power into a ball and hurled it right at the overly huge mouse. Mortimer created a huge ball of magic in his hands and hurled it directly at the smaller mouse. It landed directly into Mickey's torso, and forced him over the edge.
"Mickey!" Donald shouted as Minnie slowly was getting her wits back. At the same time Mickey's magic storm ball hit Mortimer directly in the face, and a large glow enveloped him. Soon a green light came out of his body and flew into the boulder Mickey was standing on earlier. At that moment Minnie's ball gown reverted back to her normal attire and Pluto and Figaro were released from their stone prisons. The boulder turned green, which prompted Donald to give it a swift kick into the ocean below the cliff.
"That's for all the trouble you caused!" he added. Soon the light surrounding Mortimer dissipated and Mortimer was back to his old self.
"Ha-cha-chaaa," he said in a daze before he fell face first on the ground.
"Wait," Minnie started as she looked around. Where's Mickey?" Donald looked at her sadly and then turned toward the cliff.
"No!" she cried knowing what the duck meant. "Oh no!" She then collapsed to her knees, buried her face in her hands and began sobbing. Donald helped her up, and gave her a hug, allowing her to cry on his shoulder. Pluto howled in sadness as well. As Donald was trying his best to comfort Minnie, he noticed some scraping coming from the edge of the cliff. Then two familiar gloved hands appeared on the edge before Mickey managed to pull himself up.
"Mickey!" Donald shouted as Minnie turned her teary eyes in the duck's direction.
"Mickey! You're alive!" she shouted as she ran over to him. Mickey was alive, in a manner of speaking. His robe was torn in several places and his hat was lying askew on his head. He also looked like he was going to pass out any minute and was singed again.
"Mickey, speak to me!" Donald cried as he ran over to help his friend.
"Ouch," Mickey squeaked before he collapsed into the duck's arm.
"Come on, Donald," Minnie said as she took Mickey's shoulders, "let's go home."
"Yeah," the duck agreed as he lifted Mickey's legs. "The further away from this place I am the better."