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PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! Captain Mickey was irritable today for a multitude of reasons. He was out of his drinks, he had to endure another meeting with Mirage, and most importantly of all, he hadn't seen his sweet Minnie in days. That latter bit was what occupied his mind the most, as he laid back in his chair, feet up on his desk, ignoring most of what the tall cat was saying. He normally tried to ignore her anyway, as Mirage was an annoyance. She was well known in the criminal underworld as a beautiful betrayer with an odd vengeance against the N.A.V.Y., and for far too long, she'd been trying to sink her c

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! It was almost as if that dreadful winter had never happened, judging by the warm weather and the overflowing plant life all over the kingdom. Mickey still didn't really understand the connection to the kingdom's well-being, the princess, and Uncle Scrooge's magic, but he was happy in his ignorance, as he was only a small child. Even now, as he and the family he had been adopted into approached the gigantic pale castle, he didn't bother asking just why Scrooge needed these daily visits nor why when he returned he always looked thoroughly exhausted. What mattered most in those visits wa

PLEASE READ THE DESCRIPTION BEFORE READING THIS STORYBIT! The footsteps were slower this time, and she could have sworn the cells were quieter now, emptier now. Sadness tends to make all surroundings seem worse off than they really were, and there was no denial that the little private was sad. Though she was loathing admitting it, she was very upset over the fate that would befall the only prisoner in these vast cells. Despite this, she did her best to keep a straight face, clutching the tray of food steady in front of her. Maybe it would be best if she just dropped it off and left. But when Private Minnie stopped at that particular cell, h