A/N -Please note, content contained in this chapter is intended for satire only, no offense is meant for any person or group of people what-so-ever.

Mickey turned to look at Oswald, "You know this chap?"

Oswald looked a little uncomfortable, "Yeah, he was like some guy chased me and Pete around back when we were trying out the hobo life and the like, he wasn't even that important. The public domain must be getting pretty desperate to pull on old strings from my past."

Mickey took a step forward and faced the policeman square on, "And what is it to you who we are," Mickey asked, bravado filling his every limb.

The policeman laughed, tilting up the cowboy hat he had slappily plastered onto his head to look the mood, "Didn't you see the signs," he asked, pointing to a poster on the wall: "REWARDO El Gaucho", "You're a wanted man."

Mickey looked at him dismissively, even spat to the side to give a little emphasis (which was kind of yucky, because it landed on Oswald, and Oswald had to shake it off his hand non-to-pleased), "That poster is nearly 100 years old," Mickey said, "if my copyright has expired in that time, surely that poster has as well."

The police man brought his face closer to Mickey's, "Wanted posters never expire."

"Hey hey hey, move aside," came a voice. The crowd parted and Felix stepped out into the circle to face the police officer, "How'about we don't start anything. Aren't we a bit far outside your jurisdiction here in the Grandiose el Argentina?" Felix asked critically.

"Public Domain, aren't we? Everywhere is my jurisdiction."

"I'm not sure that's how that works," Felix said, "Technically, Copyright oughtn't be within your jurisdict-"

"ENOUGH!" cried the officer, firing his gun

Oswald barely ducked in time, but just as he did so, Felix leapt atop his head, took one of the rabbit's ears, and swung it, hitting the bullet like a baseball bat, sending it ricocheting off the walls, through the air, into the ceiling, and right into the Guitarron Guy's guitar.

Guitarron looked at his shambled guitar in horror.

Now that was ENOUGH!

SMASH!

The policeman crumpled to the ground, leveled by the impact of the fragmented guitar.

"Nobody shoots me guitar," Guitarron Guy said.

The four of them looked at him, gratefully. Felix glanced at the guitar, and held out a hand helpfully. The Guitarron Guy passed it over, and Felix started meshing and bending in a way only cartoon physics know how, and a moment later, handed him back a fully functional guitar.

Guitarron strummed it testfully for a moment, adjusted a few strings, strummed again, then looked up at Felix pleased.

"Come on, come on, we talk," he said, gesturing the four of them toward his new favorite space at the bar counter.

Mickey was glad to see his old friend, but as he followed him, he couldn't help but notice, that there was just something about the way he walked, that goofy smile... Though he was technically supposed to be a cat, he somehow still managed to feel an offensive latino stereotype.

The Guitarron Guy reached his corner and turned to his old friends, "Well Hola my old Amigo, what-ah brings you back to these-ah here parts?"

Mickey hesitated, trying to remember how best to commune with an old Latino Stereotype. Obviously language barrier wouldn't be an issue considering that in a cartoon it'd all be dubbed, but it's not like Mickey could expect a character of another culture to understand what he was saying without exaggerated hand gestures and enunciation of his dialogue, that's just how they were down South, especially before the era of sync dialogue.

"Well well ye, SenIor GuitArrOn, me old AmIgAto...," Mickey announced proud, enunciating every sound, "WEE be lOO-kin' for the Old Pete OutlAw PrIsOn, caHn you haElp Us?"

The Guitarron Guy made a face at this butchery of his homeland culture, and suddenly, Mickey couldn't help but wonder, in all that time between 1928 and the present, was it even proper to approach other characters of different ethnicities in a stereotypical manner anymore?

Ah, who do I care, Mickey thought to himself, he was a 1920s mouse, and Cultural Sensitivity hadn't been invented yet in 1928.

(Actually, it probably had, but you can't be too hard on Mickey for thinking this, if he suddenly stopped and got all culturally sensitive on us, he would probably get sued by his future versions for copyright infringement. I mean, take a look at Sherlock Holmes for example, he ended up tied up in his own share of legal troubles after he decided to start respecting women that one time.)

So cultural insensitivity it was. I love my life, I just love it!

And the worst? The guy responsible for worldbuilding here knew practically nothing of 1920s culturally offensive stereotypes, so he went ahead and decided to invent his own. (I've been telling you, the guy's a raving doofus.)

So instead of giving a natural response to this butchery of his homeland culture like a normal Latino-Gato would have, he deteriorated into an even wilder state of lunacy than he had been in when the four of them first entered.

"Well ceoitinely," said Guitarron Guy, "But let me finish my bUU-rIiTO fiost."

(Okay, what even is this?)

"Wait, you have a burrito?" Minnie asked.

(Also, why is he pronouncing burrito like that? "Burrito" is already a Spanish word!)

"Well course," Guitarron Guy said, "A true Latinee always has the freshest InGREEDies on haynd foi the moist axsquEEseet buu-riito. Or shold-ee sai 'oNn fOOOt?'"

At that moment, he pulled off his shoe, ripped a wanted poster from the wall and stuffed it inside, and grabbed a couple of seasoning bottles from the table and started sprinkling them on. Then, completely satisfied with the results, he took a bite of his creation.

(Where is Mr. World-builder guy even getting this!?)

"But isn't that dirty?" Minnie asked appalled.

The Guitarron Guy shrugged, "Germs a'e de bahst seasoin-oing!"

(Okay, I'm done.)

APOLOGY

Well, I should probably do some sort of apology I guess, like that would go well, but…

All the best apologies are already copyrighten by some of the best YouTubers out there.

I suppose there is that one Stories Matter notice on Disney, but I don't think that's Public Domain either and I'm trying to avoid getting sued here- who knew that cultural sensitivity would be so hard under current copyright law? Why don't you just get on Disney and watch one of their more offensive films and read the notice in my voice or something; now that is some good reading right there (which I have to say so it qualifies under fair use as review and criticism)…

But still…

Unsponsored product placement, I guess.

Well, since we're now doing this-

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