When Mickey awoke after passing out, his vision was blurred. He then saw Minnie standing over him.

"Minnie?" he asked weakly, "where am I?"

"Don't get up," she replied. "You're in a hospital."

"Hospital?"

"It's okay," she assured him. "You were hurt badly after the fight with Mortimer, but the doctor's say you'll be fine. You just need to rest."

Mickey realized he was lying in a bed and had bandages around his chest and right arm. Apparently that's where Mortimer's magic ball made the most contact and he had been burned, but thankfully not too badly.

"Wait, you were knocked into a wall . . ."

"I'm fine," Minnie added. "You know me, I have a hard head." She smiled a little, then looked apologetically. "Oh Mickey, I'm sorry we didn't believe you."

"Aw, it's okay Min. After that videotape, Mortimer had me convinced I did it too. Where's Donald?"

"He had to attend a family reunion," Minnie added with a smile.

Once Donald had helped Minnie get Mickey to the hospital, he quickly headed to McDuck Mansion. He definitely wanted to let his family know he was all right. As soon as Duckworth opened the door, he called out.

"Uncle Scrooge! I'm back! I'm okay!"

"Unca Donald!" Huey, Dewey, and Louie cried in unison as the ran to their beloved uncle and tackled him in a tight hug.

"Aw, boys," Donald replied with a smile. "I missed you too."

"Donald!" Daisy cried as she ran out of the mansion next. "Donald! You're alive!" She then tackled him, and covered his face in kisses.

"Bless me bagpipes," Scrooge added as he came down the mansion steps. "Donald me boy! You're alive!"

"Yeah, Uncle Scrooge," Donald said after getting over his daze over his girlfriend's potent kisses.

"But how? We were convinced you were dead!"

"It's a long story," Donald added. "I'll tell you all over dinner."

The next morning, the headlines read Mickey Mouse Cleared of all Charges in Duck's Murder. Nobody was more gratified then Mickey, who was still recuperating in the hospital. By now his room was full of flowers, get well cards, as well as notes of apology.

"Boy, Minnie," he said to his girlfriend, who had remained by his side through the night. "Am I sure glad this ordeal is over. Although I have to wonder, what happened to Mortimer?"

"If I know him, he'll probably still be his same, over confident pompous self," Minnie replied.

"Yeah, he never really did learn his lessons did he?"

Mortimer was now in a jail cell. Once Donald reported that the rat faced mouse stole the Dragonwilde Emerald and framed Mickey for his murder the police promptly tracked him down and arrested him.

"Curse that blasted mouse!" he shouted as he sat on a cot in his cell. "Not only did I not get Minnie, but I lost all my powers. One of these days, Mick, I will get even! Just you wait!"

"Aaaahhh, shaddap!" the prisoner in the next cell shouted. He reached through the bars, tweaked Mortimer's nose, and threw him into the wall.

WHAM!

"But first," Mortimer said, dazedly, "I'm gonna find me a good doctor!"

THE END