A.N.: A friend of mine fed me this idea and I couldn't help taking the bait for it.
Minnie finally suckered Mickey into buying a GPS for the next time they went on a road trip together. And she couldn't have regretted it more.
Now she didn't worry about it at first, which she should have been since Mickey was notoriously not modern tech savvy. Cars were fine no matter what day and age, house hold appliances, the same thing, cell phones on the other hand…took him years to get the hang of no matter what anyone said, one could easily say he was as behind as Donald in that department. However he seemed to get the GPS just fine enough as he put in all the settings.
It wasn't until she heard the results for herself that she regretted him getting the darn thing.
"Turn right in 300 meters, Mister Mouse." Came a rather surprisingly seductive feminine voice from the GPS. Mickey turned beet red in embarrassment that it actually referred to him in such a manner, he knew he should've set the voice settings to a guy telling him what to do, even hearing Master Yoda's voice would've been better for him as he noticed Minnie sharply glaring daggers at the device out of the corner of his eye.
"Would you like me to direct you to the love motel, Mister Mouse?" Came the seductive voice of the GPS again.
Mickey nearly choked on his own spit. Sure they heading to Vegas, but they were going for the cleaner fun side of the destination so where in Sam Hill did that request of rerouting come from?
"Pull over and stop the car, please, Mickey." Minnie requested as soon as they both stopped reeling from the last line the GPS gave out.
He did as instructed, not daring to incur her wrath further. However he was surprised when she reached for it too.
"I'll pay you back for it since it was my idea." Minnie told him simply.
"But I can just change the settings ta some guy telling me what ta do." He tried to argue, but she had already scooched out the door, but hadn't shut it yet. "At least save the memory card please!" He called out after her, since he just knew what she was going to do to it.
Thankfully she heard his last request as she made movements of inspecting it a little and took something out of it, then she threw the GPS to the ground and stomped on it several times with the sharpest point of her heel. Mickey knew that if she had a gun she'd shoot the darn thing to smithereens.
When she was satisfied with the destruction she caused of it she returned to the car nonchalantly as if nothing had happened, though she made it clear why she did what she did.
"I don't mind being your GPS, and besides, if anyone's going to be flirting with you, it's going to be me." She told him heatedly, pressing her nose to his affectionately.
Mickey subtly gulped at her heated sincerity, he didn't doubt her for a second on that notion. However, the heatedness wasn't going to get them to Vegas any faster so he did the only thing he could do to douse her flames a little, he closed the distance between their muzzles and kissed her, albeit briefly by intention, she prolonged it a few good extra seconds.
"I don't doubt it fer a second, Min." He told her after eventually pulling away. "Now…was it this next exit that we hafta take?"
"Yep, that's right. By the way, what do you want the memory card for?" Minnie couldn't help but ask after directing him back on course.
Mickey smirked as he thought of a use for it that may or may not happen in the future as he pulled back on to the road and did as he was instructed.
"Oh, just in case really. Ya never know when ya need ta out somebody technologically, and who knows? If they've got a memory card with a dangerous program on it, what better way ta distract than ta pull the ol' switcharoo?"
"I swear you have an answer for everything." Minnie giggled at him as she got out the map to direct him the old fashioned way.
"Not everything, only with what I know." Mickey quipped back at her cheerfully.