"BeefOh ye heAd oit tomato, yoi SheIld gut a goid nioght's rahst," said the Guitarron Guy leading them down the upstairs hallways toward the "Cantinos" guest rooms.

He stopped at a door, withdrew some keys from inside his guitar, and fiddled them into the lock. He opened the door and-

"Here yE ah!"

Mickey and friends looked around the room; it looked cozy enough, a lot warmer than their situation last night. (A bit too warm perhaps, this was South America after all, a place where heat and mosquito galore inhabit uninhibited. (Oops, sorry, I might still be stuck in my Stereotypical Villain Arc here. Forget it, I'm sure South America probably doesn't have any pesky mosquitoes or heat at all, how's that for y' all stereotypes!))

Anyway, with the necessary mosquito nets and all that, it should be comfortable enough sleeping until it was time to head out again tomorrow.

But despite the simple accommodations, Minnie was aglow.

"It's just like I remember it," Minnie said happily.

Felix looked at her, understanding, "Ah, when you performed here."

Minnie nodded. "They took good care of me here. It may have been a simple life, and I didn't have much, but I was happy." She looked at the Guitarron Guy with a grateful smile, and he returned it with a simple nod.

"I bet, you did," Mickey said, looking at her admiringly.

"Well anyway..." Minnie said, cutting into the mood, "I call this bed!" And with that declaration, she leapt for one of the four mats laid out on the floor.

As Oswald paced the room, taking in the accommodations, Felix immediately claimed his bed, curling up in catnap position before anybody could stop him.

"I guess this oughta do," Felix announced sleepily.

"Hey, I was going to take that bed," Oswald declared.

Felix just cracked open an eye and glared back at him in displeasure.

While Oswald was busy resenting Felix's bed and all that rested upon it, Mickey took his bed.

"Hey, that was my second choice," Oswald complained.

Mickey just looked at him and shrugged, what's a mouse to do?

So Oswald just grumbled as he made his way over to the final mat. It actually wasn't bad, but it's more fun to see Oswald get the short end of the stick in life, so we're just gonna have to pretend it's not.

Anyway, when everyone was settled, the Guitarron guy gave them a deep bow and left.

Once the Guitarron Guy was out of sight, the team decided it was time to discuss the next day's plan.

"How do we even know this horror Mickey will follow us all the way out here?"

"He's a horror villain," Oswald stated confidently, "He'll find a way."

Mickey wasn't so sure. "Felix, what do you think?"

All eyes turned to the cat who was still on his mat curled up purring peacefully. He stretched and looked at them.

"I know nothing of horror villains," Felix said, "I just know Public Domain and I know how to design a trap, all other questions should be submitted to your fearless leader."

Oswald was aghast, "I'm not fearless." Then he stopped, that didn't sound right, "I mean, I'm not your leader," but that didn't sound very cool either. Oswald sighed, perhaps it was time to try humility again, and hopefully this time, there were no more chairs to throw at the back of his head. "What I mean," Oswald started again, "Is I have no idea what I'm doing; the Public Domain is a mess, and so am I. I don't know what we need to do, but I know becoming horror villains can't be all that's left for us, and if there's any chance that we can make sure that's the case, that's the path I'm gonna take." He looked at the others who were looking back at him with newfound understanding, "I think this trap we have planned tomorrow is our best bet we have on making our stand, so this is the plan we have to count on."

"Well, if that's all," said Mickey with a yawn, "then I think I'm going to hit the sack."

"Me too," said Minnie yawning after him.

And the two of them laid down in their beds to rest.

Oswald? You don't have to ask him twice, in moments, he was faster asleep than all three of them combined.

So much for him getting the bad bed. The worldbuilder of this story is seriously slacking.

Oh well worldbuilder, give the fella' a break.