Oswald: Part OneThe story of Oswald took place not too long ago before Mickey was created, but during that same time, Walt Disney wasn't even a head master of his own studio then. Walt Disney used to be animator at different studio that was even made before Disney Studios exisited.It all started way back somewhere in the year of 1927, and it was just about time for everyone to leave the studio to come home for the night.Walt Disney was about the last one to check out for the night, but just before he could leave, there was a crying noise that he heard that was coming from the animation room.As he check to see where the source of the cry came from, Walt saw an empty ink tube that had ink spilled out of it all of the floor near his desk.When Walt picked up the empty tube, he noticed that the crying noise he heard had suddenly stopped, and right under his desk where the ink stain is, were two big black eyes looking at him.It was a baby black toon rabbit with a white face, little floppy ea
Disney Marvel Origins - Spider MouseDisneyMARVEL Origins × Spider Mouse The sirens blared. The lights flashed. Cop cars littered the streets as a crowd of wide eyed spectators formed. As the moths buzzed around the fire, I myself was wondering, "What the heck is going on?" This was the exact place where Ben was supposed to pick me up. His car probably broke down somewhere a few blocks ahead. I swear that car is older than Disneyland. I was always trying to persuade him into buying a new, fresher one, but he says the one he has holds too many memories. The elderly can get so sentimental some time. But then again, I was older than he was. Eighty three years is old, even for a mouse. As a handful of questions rushed into my head, something caught the corner of my eye. A hospital gurney, with a patient on it. You'd think that wouldn't win my attention, but it did. Actually, it wasn't the gurney that was so interesting.
EM: Lonesome ManorChapter 9: Lonesome ManorMickey walked up the path that led to the door, looking around at the tombstones that littered the yard.On a stone platform among the tombstones were the four singing busts the mansion was known for. Only they weren't singing
they looked like their faces were frozen in position with a look of terror on their faces. One of the busts was also completely shattered.Mickey sighed and shook his head as he walked up to the door."Maybe we should find another way in
" Gus suggested, peeking out from Mickey's pocket fearfully."Don't worry Gus, I know this ride! We'll walk right through it, find Madame Leota, and walk back out!"Gus flew out of Mickey's pocket and flew right up to his face, standing on his snout and looking into his eyes."Do you NOT remember what happened at "It's a Small World"?? What if all the animatronics in here come alive and try to kill us again?? We got lucky with the Beetleworx there!""Hm
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Where's Donald: Part1As for today, Donald Duck's still the same duck everyone knows, and styill doesn't look a day over 27, but this year going to be every special for him.One summer morning, Donald woke up and the the same old morning routine as any average perosn (or anthro duck) would. Before Donald sit down to eat his breakfast, he looked at his calander to find out that an excitenting event is going to come soon. "Oh Boy!" Donald said with joy, "Next week is my seventy-fifth birthday and the day my first cartoon was filmed!"Then Donald looked at his watch to find out that he has to be at Disneyland Theme Park in two hours, so he ate his breakfast and rushed to his car.Before Donald could get in his car, a hockey puck flew from nowhere and broke the sheild glass of his car."Sorry, Uncle Donald" a voice called out to him. It was his nephews Huey, Dewey and Louie who are now teenagers, and were playing street hockey.Donald usually gets mad at his nephews if the break anything, but this time he didn'