Hello friends! I'm sure you saw the title of this chapter and you were like o.O Trust me, there's a reason. If there's one thing you should know about me besides the fact that I get way too involved in TV, it's that I'm fairly obsessed with Disney. In fact, I'm so obsessed, that come August 4th I will be working in Disney World in Florida on the Disney College Program. Super excited and super honored and thus, I needed to outlet some Disney here. :P

The chapter title comes from the "Mickey Mouse Club March." Anyone who had a Disney-filled childhood like I did should know that. Please enjoy and since this one's fairly short, I'll most likely update again at some point this afternoon. Thanks for your feedback! Love y'all.

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"Mickey's gone."

Of all the things Toby might have expected his wife to say when he'd answered the phone, this had not been one of them. "What are you talking about?"

"Mickey, you know, the mouse? Yellow shoes, annoying voice, mind-numbingly catchy theme song?"

"I know who he is," Toby rolls his eyes, checking his rearview mirror and switching lanes. "What do you mean he's gone?"

"I'm trying to put Grace to sleep and she has Minnie but no Mickey. I've literally torn the house apart and I can't find him."

"Spencer," Toby says. "I'm a half hour away."

"I know! I know but you were with her all day so I thought maybe you could point me in the right direction."

Grace's Mickey Mouse obsession had started around Christmas when Peter and Veronica had bought their granddaughter Mickey and Minnie stuffed animals. To say she had taken to them would be the understatement of the century. Mickey and Minnie go everywhere with Grace; they sit beside her at the dinner table, they're constantly being force fed plastic food in her play kitchen and they're always tucked in bed with her at night. In January, Grace's second birthday party had been Mickey Mouse themed and when she'd seen the cake shaped just like Mickey's head, she'd been so overjoyed she'd bounced nearly out of her seat. Hanna had mistakenly bought Grace a Minnie Mouse dress and now, she wants to wear it everyday.

Today had been a snowy and cold Friday in March. Toby had spent his day off with Grace while Spencer was at work and then the three of them had attended McKenzie's second birthday party in the evening. Now, it's pushing nine o'clock and Toby's on his way to Philadelphia for a weekend job he now regrets signing up for. He knows they could always use the extra money and that's most of the reason why he's doing it, but it had been a long, exhausting day and Philly is over an hour away. To say he isn't looking forward to the drive would be hitting the nail right on the head. He wracks his brain trying to think of what he did with Grace that day to be somewhat of a help to Spencer.

"I fed her breakfast and then I got her dressed."

"Toby, I'm not kidding when I say I've torn the house apart. I would've noticed if Mickey was in the kitchen or her room."

"Okay, um… I did some laundry," He says next as the gas light on his dashboard flicks on. "Maybe he got mixed up in some clothes."

"I'll check. I mean, she's freaking out. She will not go to sleep without both of them. Mickey Mouse is going to be the death of me."

Toby smirks and scans the edges of the thruway for a rest stop. He's got thirty miles until his tank's empty; he's just hoping there will be a gas station before then. "Any luck?"

"No sign of him. What else did you do?"

"We played in her room most of the day," Toby says. "She ate lunch, took a nap… Oh, when she woke up she wanted to play outside. Maybe he's in the garage; that's where I got her dressed."

"Alright, I'll look there next. I hope you got pictures, by the way."

"Of course," He chuckles, successfully locating a gas station and pulling off the exit. "She had a great time."

"He's not here, either. This is ridiculous. I'm getting a GPS tracker installed in this mouse."

"I don't know what to tell you," Toby states, switching off the engine and stepping out of the car. "After we came inside, I made her a snack and then you came home and we went to the party."

"In your truck."

"Yes, in my truck," Toby repeats. "What's your point?"

"I'm saying Mickey's probably with you."

"That's not possible," He disagrees, using his free hand to pump gas into his vehicle. "She didn't even bring the mice to the party."

"Well then where in God's name is he? It's late, she's exhausted and she won't go to sleep until-"

Anything else she says goes unheard by Toby because as he's peering into the bed of the truck, he can see a flash of yellow tucked beneath the passenger side. When he's finished pumping gas, he opens the passenger door and tugs on the soft yellow material. Out pops Mickey Mouse in all his cheery glory. Toby sighs, "Son of a bitch."

"You found him?"

"In the truck," He elaborates. "Like you said."

"I knew it."

"I'll turn around and be home in thirty."

"No, Toby, I'm not going to make you come all the way back just for a stuffed animal. Grace is just going to have to deal with it. Minnie will have to last her until you get home Sunday."

"Yeah, I hear what you're saying," Toby says, getting in the car and back on the thruway, towards home. "But you and I both know she's as stubborn as you are and Minnie isn't going to be enough for her to sleep."

"As stubborn as I am? Like you're so irresolute!"

He laughs. "I'll see you soon."

"Drive carefully, okay? No falling asleep at the wheel."

"I'll do my best."

He has to blast the radio and open the window a crack, but he doesn't fall asleep. Truthfully, there's not a lot of traffic so the drive isn't as trying as it normally would be. Granted this isn't what he would like to be doing on a Friday night. He can think of plenty of other things that sound much more appealing and every last one of them involves being at home with his girls instead of being out here on the road. He's doing this for them, though, so they can have the life they deserve, so he supposes it's all worth it in the end. By the time he makes it home, it's almost ten o'clock and he tries not to remember that once he's delivered the mouse, he must return to the road, for he has to be onsite bright and early tomorrow morning. Toby doesn't even bother removing his shoes once he's inside- something he's sure Spencer will crucify him for- and ascends the staircase as quickly as he can.

When he reaches his daughter's room, there are overtired tears pouring down her cheeks. But the moment she sees what's tucked beneath her father's arm, she squeals, "My Mickey!"

Spencer turns in his direction from her spot at the edge of Grace's bed and smiles. "You better thank daddy for this, Gracie. He drove all the way back here to get Mickey back to you."

Grace hugs Mickey tight but hugs Toby even tighter. "Thank you daddy."

He presses a kiss to the crown of her head and says, "You're welcome, monkey. Now get some sleep, okay? You look like you need it."

"Don't we all," Spencer teases and they tuck their little princess into bed together. She's asleep within seconds.

Downstairs, Toby shrugs into his coat again as Spencer asks, "You sure this is really worth it? You're going to be so dead tomorrow you might not even be that much of a help."

"It's worth it," He assures her and bends to kiss her goodbye. "Plus, Super Dad never sleeps. So long as there are tears to be stopped and Mickeys to be returned, I shall not rest."

"Oh my god," Spencer rolls her eyes but despite this, kisses him again. "You must be delirious. You're not usually that much of a dork."

"What can I say," He grins. "You crazy girls must bring it out of me."

When he's on the road again, he realizes he wishes he truly were a superhero because it's going to take superhuman strength to remove him from bed tomorrow morning.