"So where are you from, Mr. Mickey?" Minnie asked her mousey boy, while riding on her scooter.

"I'm from Walt Disney Company. And it's just Mickey."

"Oh." Minnie said. "The nose on your face just told me otherwise."

Mickey narrowed his eyes. "Did you just insult my nose?"

"Would calling it a big, round shape count as insulting?"

Minnie turned to look at Mickey, her eyes fluttering and her grin.

Mickey responded with an angry glare.

"I'm just kidding around, mouse guy." Minnie said. "My, you better watch that temper of yours, or one day you'll do something bad you won't regret."

"I do watch it, mousey gal." Mickey retorted back. "It's not my fault if someone is purposely trying to annoy me."

"You act as if I've just been going off the speed here, or something."

"You sure like to push the mouse over, don't ya?"

Minnie chuckled.

"That's what I live for, Michael."

A few minutes passed by as the mouse and his girl rode in silence.

"M-I-N, N-I-E, M-O-U-S-E! Now it's time to come along and join our family. M-I-N, N-I-E, M-O-U-S-E!"

"Whatcha doing, Min?" Mickey asked Minnie.

"Singing to myself cause I am bored as I can be. M-I-N, N-I-E, M-O-U-S-E!"

Mickey facepalmed.

"Oh, for cheese's sake...'

"M-I-N, N-I-E, M-O-U-S-"

"ENOUGH!" Mickey shouted, getting annoyed.

"Excuse me for trying to ruin my song!" Minnie frowned at him.

Mickey sighed. 'Bob Jim, give me a break.'

"Do you just wanna talk?" Minnie suggested.

"What?"

"Y'know, actually have a civil conversation with each other?"

Mickey nodded his head. "That's all I ever wanted."

"Funny. So how's Disney like? Isn't it as wonderful as they say?"

"Well, yes. They enjoy making some of my scenes, but they do have others as well."

"What do you mean?"

"Everything might have my name on it, but there's only one of them."

"My, I don't know."

Mickey sighed. "Disney's fun and all, but they didn't exactly create me, y'know. Pete is always the big guy and every time he tries to take the step, he kidnaps you every time, and I, myself, have to pick up the pieces and glue them back together."

"Oh, you always love it there. But it's kind of boring." Minnie said, taking a quick glance at Mickey.

"Sometimes it is. I think, why? Whatever did I do to deserve this?" Mickey said. "Disney may seem funny, Minnie. But remember there is no such thing as funny. Sometimes I consider it cheesy, but it only has other Disney cartoons as well such as Oswald, and Donald.

"Gee. I might enjoy watching Oswald." Minnie said.

"I remember when I found the lucky rabbit. I was a squeaky little mouse, so I thought I'd meet him. But every time I ran, the rabbit ran away from me, and I always end up in the same old spot. I tried to meet him in person...only to be ran away from him everytime."

"Hey, come on." Mickey said, getting off of Min's scooter.

"Let me tell you a secret, Min. It's a secret a lot of people hid. Nobody's ever perfect. Look at me, I'm just a mouse, but does that stop me at all? No!"

Minnie sniffed, looking at Mickey. "My, you remind me of a friend I used to have. I remember it was the first day of high school, and I was the lone one sitting by myself at a table. Then in comes my mouse and his friend. They asked if they could sit here and I said sure. Then my mouse turned to look at me and introduced himself. It's been awhile since I last saw him, so I don't remember his name. All I know is that it started with an M."

"Gosh, your mouse must have been special for you to kind of remember the first time you two meet."

"He was." Minnie sighed. "After that, the three of us became the Three Blind Mice. All of us hanged out together, whether it was at school or their house. I remember-" Minnie giggled, putting a hand to her mouth.

"What?" Mickey said, chuckling lightly as well.

"I remember my mouse and I used to talk to each other so much in class that the teacher eventually gave up telling us to be quiet, and let us talk away. The class could hear our loud chatter and giggles from the back of the classroom!"

Minnie began laughing, remembering that fond memory.

"I miss him." Minnie said, sadly.

"What happened to him?"

"He and his friend moved away all of a sudden. It was so odd. One day I see him and the next it was as if I had imagined him the whole time."

Mickey patted Minnie's cheek in a sympathetic manner.

"Gosh, you remind me of an old friend as well." Mickey said.

Minnie's eyes brightened. "Really?!"

Mickey nodded. "Yup, you act just like her. She was very odd, but in a good way. She was so happy all the time, she danced when he walked."

Minnie laughed. "Now I'm imaging a little human girl dancing."

"Oh, she wasn't human."

"What?"

"My friend, she wasn't human. I think she was a mouse."

Minnie gasped. "Your friend's me?" She exclaimed.

Mickey put a hand under her chin and smiled. "Must have been. I remember she was like you. My memory isn't the best so it's a bit foggy in some parts."

"I wonder if our mice ever meet each other."

"I could imagine that." Mickey giggled, putting an arm around Minnie's shoulder.

"They'd make a good mice team."