Chapter 9
"Thanks again for helping us capture Pete." Colonel Russell said, shaking Mickey's hand before reaching for Oswald's. The three stood in Mr. Whisker's living room with the girl's watching from the sofa. "He'll be locked up for a long time for his long list of crimes."
"That's good." Ortensia nodded. "So everything's all wrapped up, right?"
"Not entirely." Russell admitted, scratching his head. "Pete's confessed to kidnapping Jean-Pierre and Homer and the robberies and stealing, but swears up and down he never shot at your plane, Mickey."
"Any word about my plane, by the way?" Mickey asked as the old dog picked up his hat from the table next to the door.
"Yes, the boys fixed it up and filled it this morning." Colonel Russell smile as he placed his hat on his head. "Well, I better get going, we've gotta transfer Pete over to central tonight. I'll keep ya'll informed."
"Thanks Colonel." Mickey smiled as they watched the dog walk out into the dark as night fell around them.
"You know, Mickey," Minnie started, getting her mouse's attention, "you might have to get a new plane soon. One with four seats at least."
"And maybe one with heat?" Oswald offered, eyeing his brother.
"Hey, I like my plane." Mickey defended. "We've been through a lot together."
"We're not asking you to get rid of your old one." Ortensia said, smiling as she glanced over at Minnie. "We're just suggesting the four of us be able to use a newer one. I think we might have more adventures in the near future together."
Oswald and Mickey looked at the girls in surprise as Minnie nodded her head. "Yes, who knows what will happen." Minnie smiled.
"You know what, who needs heat." Oswald said, worry on his face as he looked towards Mickey. "Two seats is fine with me."
"Ya, I'm with you on that." Mickey said.
"Are you getting my daughter in even more danger!" Mr. Whisker's voice asked as he came into the living room. He glared at Oswald, forcing the rabbit to shrink back from his father-in-law's gaze.
"Ortensia! You've gotta see this!" Homer laughed as he rushed into the room and hopped up to sit in between his sister and Minnie with Mickey's phone in his hands. He showed the girls what he was laughing at only to get the two giggling.
Oswald turned towards the group on the sofa only to realize they were laughing at his picture. "Oh, somebody please! Erase that photo!"
"Send that to mine, will you." Ortensia asked, looking up at her husband. "I think you look cute."
Oswald dropped his ears over his face to cover his blushing only to gain laughter from the room. He peeked out from under his ears and smiled, knowing his family did love him.
The End
AN: there is going to be a story that takes place after this. I have always wanted to set up Mr. Whiskers and Homer into the story line but I couldn't figure out a way to do so with the Pete (Mickey's cat, not Oswald's bear) of today. That lug is just too docile compared with how he used to be. And he has a prosthetic leg now instead of the peg leg. I like the peg leg for some reason. So Putrid Pete works perfect. Who knows what he'll do when he escapes from the Colonel during the transfer.
Oswald: Oh Come on! You just gave away what happens next!
AN: I think it was kinda obvious, Oswald.
Mickey: I better get back to the shooting range if this is how you're going write these things. I do not miss Pete being like he was in the 30's!
AN: Oh well, I liked all the action from back then and Good! You probably can't shoot like you used to.
Mickey: I can't even find my guns, it's been so long.
Oswald: Hey, I found one.
AN: Clean it before you fir-
*BOOM!*
AN: -it… *looks at the rabbit who now has a black face from firing a weapon that hasn't been cleaned in years and blew back and crosses arms over chest* You are so lucky you're a cartoon. You know that?
Oswald: *smiles* Ya.
AN: Read and Review while we clean up this mess and the guns.
*Disclaimer!* Do Not Handel Firearms Unless You Know What You Are Doing! Oswald, Pete, and Mickey are trained professional cartoons! You are not.