“Oh, toodles!” Mickey called out, pressing the center of his chest where a tiny, silver bell was sewn. On cue, the Mouseketool box sprang open. A single drawer slid forward, revealing three silhouettes: a familiar springy shape, a curved hook, and a small, spinning fan.
“Gawrsh, Mickey,” Goofy said, wiping a tear from his eye. “That was smart.”
With one final crack , Mickey yanked the licorice whip, and the Giggle-o-Matic popped free, leaving a giant, hollow gum-dome behind. The machine landed with a happy ding , then promptly shot a rainbow of confetti into the air, making everyone sneeze-laugh. mouseketool mickey mouse
“Now for the tricky part,” Mickey muttered. He pulled a small, blue-handled from his other pocket—a leftover Mouseketool from yesterday’s parade incident. He inserted it into the plunger’s side. As he turned the crank, the plunger’s suction reversed, blowing out a cool, steady breeze that hardened the bubblegum into a brittle, candy shell.
With a pop and a fizz , a bright red launched into Mickey’s white-gloved hand. “Perfect!” he cried. He clicked the plunger’s rubber cup, and instead of a suction sound, it released a boing of compressed air. Mickey vaulted over the candy-cane fence, bounced off a lamp post, and landed right on the edge of the gum puddle. “Oh, toodles
“Goofy, the lasso!” Mickey shouted. Goofy tossed the licorice whip. Mickey hooked it with the plunger’s handle, then pressed the suction cup onto the Giggle-o-Matic’s shiny dome. Thwump! It held.
Mickey winked at the toolbox, which had quietly closed its drawers. “Teamwork,” he said, patting its warm, painted side. “That’s the real Mouseketool.” “Gawrsh, Mickey,” Goofy said, wiping a tear from his eye
“We need the… Mouseketool!” Mickey sang, and the children watching from the sidewalk clapped their hands.