Mickey Mouse Vs Oswald The Lucky Rabbit Novels & Stories

Willy regained consciousness slowly, the rear base of his neck felt as if it was made of led; it was sore and bruised. He touched it: “Ouch!” he exclaimed and sat up slowly. He slowly scanned his new surroundings. He then heard the now all too familiar voice: “Chinese dude almost bagged you as a trophy,” it was Oswald the Stranger. Oswald was talking to him, standing there– giving his back to him. Oswald was in a dark suit also, just like him. “You’re lucky I bagged him first,” Oswald turned around, and smiled coldly at him.

“What day is it today?” “It’s the day after Wednesday and the day before Friday which is Thursday. It’s Thursday all day long until midnight.” “Very good. Who are the people in this room with you today?” “Sister, Doc Harper Harper Harper, and Mickey Mouse.” “Is Mickey Mouse a person or a cartoon?” “Mickey Mouse is a cartoon in Disney and he’s a man over there in the corner and he likes my sister. I saw him looking at her with sparkling eyes.” “Oh my god,” I whisper. I stare at the floor, knowing there’s no way I can stop this freight train. When Jersey gets on a roll, no one can stop him. No one who doesn’t want a giant tantrum on their hands can, anyway.

From the shape of the gift, everyone knew it was a cake but they wanted to know how it looked like. When they saw how it looked like, Ford and Rod laughed out and Ford touched the shoulder of Oswald who had a smile on his face and teased, You are really a lucky man to get a homemade cake that has a cartoon of you. This cartoon looks so much like you, one would greet it when they see it thinking it’s really you. Oswald laughed out and said to Elsie, I appreciate this. Ford looked in the way of Elsie and asked before she could answer to Oswald,

I looked at Micah and said softly, "Micah, do you mind if I call you Micky from now on?" Essel burst out laughing, "Micky... I love Micky Mouse! Ms. Chancey, trust me. My brother is as smart as Micky!" Micah's eyes held disbelief.

Michelle's eyes were glued to Oswald and his, too. Oswald felt something strange, a feeling he couldn't fight off because it had a domineering power, so all he could do was submit to its authority. Oswald was happy they were not at the front while all of these were going on because he had no words to explain his feelings. "Hi, I am Michelle Madavaski, Kendrick Madavaski's cousin." Michelle introduced herself after she was able to shake the spark she felt off. "I am Oswald. It's nice to meet you, although it's not the right place to meet someone for the first time." Oswald said.

Wyatt's lips curved up in amusement, and he ruffled my hair in response. So good! All those times I have always believed that Wyatt was innocent, it turned out that he's very calculating. Saying one thing while meaning another—I don't know how many times I have slipped up. Poor me Oswald wrapped his hands around me and engulfed me in a hug. He pulled my cheeks endearingly and interjected in a coaxing tone. “Hm. I'm the most innocent, baby.” Instantly, my lips raised in a cold sneer, and I jabbed Oswald’s waist cruelly. Hmph, Oswald is the most innocent? Then pigs can fly! “You? Hmph! You are the biggest jerk.” I chided instantly.

I facepalm internally. “I’m sorry, I just… I… Can I leave? I’ll come another time to— I’ll go get new ones…” I stammer. “No. Clean up this mess immediately.” “But sir—“ “What have I told you about buts, Minnie Mouse?” Ah yes, the only form of humor Scott has is calling me that nickname. Other than that, he is as cold as ice and very inconsiderate. “I’ll clean it right away.” Minutes later, I'm cleaning up his office while he and this woman switch positions every five minutes.