Chapter 15

"A Visit to Mickey's 'House'"

Like, this was an unexpected twist…Fred was accusing Mickey Mouse, the Mickey Mouse, of being responsible for all those ghostly activities on River Country and Discovery Island. With Velma in the hospital, again, I had to go along with the idea of destroying my childhood…literally. Like, who asked for this? Certainly not me and certainly not Scooby Doo.

Anyways, it was late into the night when we arrived at Team Disney headquarters. The building was heavily guarded, so we had to have someone from the Orlando Police Department escort us in the building.

"I can't believe this," I whispered to Fred and Daphne. "Here I am…about to interrogate Mickey Mouse."

"Shaggy, you know that the forensics don't lie," Fred countered as we got out of the van. "Mickey needs to be questioned, so if you don't like it, you can just wait here."

But like, I had every reason to believe that Fred might pull the Scooby Snax trick on me and Scooby, so I changed my mind right away.

"Um, on second thought," I chuckled nervously as we walked to the front door. "Maybe, we'll join you."

"Reah."

So, we proceeded to walk to the front door and it was apparent that Fred and Daphne were planning on arresting Mickey. Like, Daphne had dressed herself in a dark purple business suit consisting of a long-sleeved jacket and knee length skirt with matching flats, a light purple long sleeved blouse, a purple necktie and a purple headband.

She was basically dressed like she was going to court. So, that was one sign.

"Hold it!" said a security guard. "State your business."

"We need to speak with Mickey Mouse at once," Fred insisted.

"Mr. Mouse is unable to take visitors in the middle of the night," the security guard barked. "Go away and come back tomorrow!"

"You don't understand," Daphne started to say, only for the pain in her ribs to prevent her from speaking. "We…we need to ask Mickey a few questions."

"I'm sorry, the answer is no."

Just then, an FBI car pulled up and out stepped Beau and Clarice, walking over to us.

"They have permission from the FBI to question Mr. Mouse, as do I," Beau said, showing the security guard his FBI badge. "But if you refuse us access, we'll come back in the morning with a search warrant. The decision is yours."

Faced with the pressure of an FBI search, the security guard accommodated us and let us in the building. Little did we know that we weren't alone as hiding in the background was Disney World's only reporter who also had some things to say to Mickey.

Inside his office, Mickey Mouse slept on a cot snoring and muttering to himself about how he was afraid that Reverend Kane was going to reward him with money and power to grow Disney World and beyond.

But, like, his sleep was interrupted by the sounds of loud banging on the door.

"Mickey Mouse!" shouted Beau as Mickey ignored the calls and went back to sleep. "FBI! Open up!"

"Oh go away," he moaned, trying to go to sleep.

On the other side, Beau knocked on the door again loudly, but Mickey still didn't respond. That mouse could sleep through anything if you ask me.

"All right, we're going to have to break it down," Beau sighed. "Can one of you kick a door down?"

"I can," said Daphne, much to Fred's concern.

"Daphne, you're hurt, let me do try."

"No Fred, you're not the one who has been taking martial arts since 3rd grade," Daphne insisted. "Yes, my chest hurts, but I'm willing to try. Stand clear."

Doing as we were told, we, like, stepped back as Daphne got into position to kick open the door.

Taking a deep breath, Daphne stuck her leg into a kicking position and aimed it at the doorknob, amazingly able to kick it off the door. The door flung open and we charged into the office as Beau and Fred forced Mickey out of bed.

"Hey, what's going on here? Let go of me, ha ha," Mickey protested as he was forced to lie down on his back on top of the bed. "What's the big idea? Take your stinking paws off of me you damn dirty apes!"

"Now that was personal," Daphne said, her femininity once again being attacked.

"Mr. Mouse, we did some analyzing on Discovery Island and discovered your footprints," said Beau as Scooby and I held Mickey down. "What were you doing there?"

Insulted, Mickey didn't respond.

"Answer the question," Fred warned sternly.

"Scouting land for another hotel," Mickey said. "That's all I was doing."

"Oh really?" Fred asked. "You possess magic, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?" Mickey retorted. "I'm just a business mouse trying to carry on Walt's legacy, ha ha. We need more hotels and both Discovery Island and River Country were suitable. Now, take your hands off of me!"

"Not until you answer all of our questions," Daphne said, walking over to Mickey. "What was the deal with the tiger?"

"The tiger?" Mickey asked, gasping in anger. "What about the tiger?"

"The tiger," Daphne explained. "Attacked Ms. Dinkley and caused her leg to be injured. Attacked an FBI technician and badly injured his arm. Tell me something, did you send that tiger to guard the island?"

"Screw you," Mickey hissed and Daphne retorted with a slap across his face. "Hey, I'll have you arrested for assault on account of that!"

But Daphne remained unfazed and stood back.

"Oh, I know what this is, ha ha," Mickey laughed. "You must want to extort money from me. Okay, the money's in the safe…"

"Keep the money, you are going to need it!" Fred cried, grabbing Mickey by the scruff of his nightshirt. "The game's over, Mickey! You are the one behind all that's been happening at River Country and Discovery Island!"

However, Mickey wasn't going down without a fight.