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Ventureland

"How dare ye!" a pirate yelled as Mickey and Oswald flew out of the ground. When they landed Mickey quickly turned and painted the hole they made. Hopefully that would keep the residents of Ventureland safe for the time being. Mickey and Oswald both took a deep breath and collapsed back to back.

"'Scuse me, mateys, but I believe that ole Damian Salt is not too happy with both of ye." The quivering voice of Mr. Smee roused the brothers. Mickey was the first to sit up fully. He looked around.

"Ventureland? But we entered in Autotopia. This is the whole other side of Wasteland." He pulled his hand between his ears. "Oswald? You okay?" Mickey looked to Oswald who still leaned against him half conscious.

"Um, Mouse, did you hear what I said?" Smee asked. Mickey gave him a confused look. "The PIRATE Damian Salt is rather cross with ye. Ye ruined his date." Mickey finally stood. Oswald moaned and curled up on the grass.

"Smee, could you go get Daisy? I'll deal with Damian." Smee nodded and waddled towards Daisy's pink house. Mickey turned and faced the angry pirate. Damian gave Mickey a death stare. He started towards the mouse pushing up his sleeves as he went. Henrietta, Damian's date, rushed over and put herself between the pirate and Mickey. "Damian, this toon helped you get the flowers to give to me. Remember. It's just one date. We WILL have more. I promise." She said placing her hands on the pirate's chest.

"I guess yer right," Damian mumbled, "It's just that I planned this date for months."

"We can plan another." Henrietta smiled at Mickey and led Damian away. Mickey quickly ran to where he saw Oswald last. He was still curled up and moaning. Where was Smee? Mickey looked to the pink house. "Mickey." Oswald said weakly.

"Ozzie. I am here. Are you okay?" Mickey asked kneeling closer to his brother. Oswald painfully shook his head. "Don't worry, you will be okay soon." Mickey touched the rabbit's shoulder. It was hot to the touch. Green welts had formed from where the Thinner sparkles landed on Oswald's skin. Mickey looked to the pink house again, just in time to see Daisy run out with Smee waddling behind her.

Mean Street

Ortensia paced in front of town hall. Gus fluttered in a group of gremlins discussing the second turn of Prescott. The strangely suited toons brought a sedated Minnie to the cells in the hall, and wouldn't let anyone in. Gus explained that they only needed Paint to turn the toons back, when they discovered how many toons were infected. Ortensia stopped her pacing.

"Gus." She called. The gremlin excused himself from the others and fluttered to her side. "Do you think they really tried Paint and Tints on the toons? Pete sounded like he was just trying to get rid of us." Gus took in what she said and thought about it.

"Could Big Bad Pete be in league with Petetronic?" He questioned. "If he is, then we have to break Minnie out and try to change her back." Ortensia nodded.

"We will not try. We WILL change her back and find Oswald and Mickey too." Ortensia said before she marched towards the door to town hall.

Back in the Tunnels

Prescott fluttered about his room. Can he call a windowless, bed-less, and damp box a room? He stopped at the door. Two Sweepers stood to either side. Prescott closed his eyes and tried to remember what had happened. He had been gremlin-napped, forced to create a machine that fills a toon with enough Thinner to make them almost inert and unable to discern good from bad, forced into the very same machine, and turned so many toons that he had lost count. A noise coming from the hall caught his attention. "It wears off too fast! I could make it last longer! Why won't you let me build the machine?" A male voice yelled.

"Because you are not evil any more, Mad Doctor. We cannot trust you when you owe your life to the enemy." another voice said. Prescott flew to the barred window he could barely see who was speaking. Another Pete in a dress that looks like it belonged in it's a small world, Small Pete, stood outside another room.

"So do you." the voice of the Mad Doctor came from the cell. Small Pete went silent. He turned to a Slobber coming down the hall. "Put two more Sweepers outside his door and order them to splash him with Thinner if he speaks again." He ordered. The Slobber nodded slowly and turned to fetch the new Sweepers. Small Pete made his way to the door of Prescott's room. "Hear that did ya?" He asked through the bars. Prescott backed away from the door and violently shook his head. "Liar. I see that the Thinner has worn off, time for another treatment." Small Pete unlocked the door. He stepped inside the threshold blocking the doorway. If this even works, let it work now, Prescott hoped. He pressed the red button on his glove. The fist extended with enough force to knock Small Pete to the ground. Prescott quickly shed the glove and flew out the open doorway. He avoided the Sweeper's attempts to sweep him back into his cell, and hit him with Thinner. Prescott flew down the hall, Seers blared as he flew by. "Prescott!" The Mad Doctor yelled as Prescott flew by. He stopped in his tracks. "Prescott, take me with you. I know the quickest way out of here." The Mad Doctor said through the bars.

"Why should I help you? You made me look like a villain, when I trusted you to get me noticed. You promised me that my machine would be unstoppable if I built you your TV. How can I trust you now?" Prescott fluttered and folded his arms.

"You have no reason to. But I do know the way out. And if you take me with you, I will tell all of Wasteland the truth about what I did to you. I promise." The Mad Doctor pleaded.

"Why save my reputation and ruin ours even more?" Prescott asked.

"That's what heroes should do." Prescott took a breath and told the Mad Doctor to stand back. Prescott hit the bars with his hidden wrench. The bars eventually fell away. "Quickly. The Blotlings will not be distracted by my glove for much longer." Prescott looked back to his cell. The glove was still punching Blotlings but Prescott knew it would soon run out of power.

The Mad Doctor climbed out of the bar-less window. "This way." He said turning down the hall. Prescott followed, hoping that the Mad Doctor could be considered for a hero.

Ventureland

Mickey tenderly picked up Oswald and carried him to Daisy's house. Daisy ran ahead to prepare a place for the rabbit. Smee followed keeping stray pirates and toons away. Daisy held the door open ", put him on the couch there." Mickey entered and walked over to the sheet covered couch. He set him down gently. Oswald gave a little moan. Daisy rushed forward with a room first aid kit. She pulled out a small container. "Its Paint, we need to apply it to the welts." She poured some Paint on a clean cloth and pressed it to one of the welts on Oswald's shoulder. Steam hissed as Paint came in contact with Thinner. Daisy removed the cloth. The Paint was gone. The welt was clean but still swelled. "Here," Daisy handed Mickey the cloth, "I am going to get another. Keep cleaning the welts." Mickey copied what Daisy had done. He cleaned three more welts when Oswald spoke. "Mickey? Where are we?" He asked weakly.

"Ventureland. We ruined Damian Salt's date when we came up. "Mickey said. Oswald smiled slightly.

"Tensia?"

"I don't know. Hopefully they got out safely." Mickey pictured them running away from Minnie, his sweet Minnie that no one would run from. Mickey was going to kill Prescott the next time he saw him. "It's okay Ozzie; Daisy is helping me take care of you. When you are well enough we will find Ortensia and Gus." Mickey watched as Oswald took a breath and closed his eyes. Daisy returned and together they fixed up the lucky rabbit.