Mickey's Diner Mighty Ducks Novels & Stories

Oliver appears again and leads us to the door that will take us down to the ground floor. Within five minutes we are tucked up inside the back of the limo with Mickey Mike. “Play us some disco music please. MM.” Autumn says and pours some champagne from the bar in the back. We sip our drinks as Mikey Mike plays some cheesy pop tracks through the sound system for us and get this. There is even a disco ball hooked at the top of the roof. This is classic. We seat dance, grin goofy grins, and cheers each other’s. “This has been such a good night, Immi. I’m so pleased I decided to come and see my bestie.”

I asked worriedly. There are plenty of things wrong at the time being really. I couldn't help that one dark thought. He sat on the edge of the bed, "I was thinking…" He started, rubbing the back of his neck, "Maybe tomorrow night we can go out. There's this really good place, Wine and Roses." I perked up at the mention of the restaurant. It was one of the fanciest and most beautiful restaurants in Midwick. I've always wanted to go there, but I didn't want to go alone. "Really? You want to go to Wine and Roses?"

“Sure. See you soon.” “Minnie Mouse!” Frankie cried as he walked into the pub and saw her sitting in their regular booth. It wasn’t one of the fancy gastropubs that were popping up all over the place. It was an old place that had been the regular haunt of the Carrs through the generations. Frankie waved to a few of the regulars sitting at the bar and called to Rachel behind the bar. “I’ll have a Carlton Dry.” She nodded and Frankie made his way over to where Mia waited nervously nursing a Raspberry Vodka Cruiser.

It would definitely cost a lot to buy this in B City. “Are you the customer on Stormchase? Hop on,” Monique reached out her small face, blinking her bright eyes, then she went down and opened the door for that young man who had dumbfounded and standing there for a long time. “This is a Maserati! Are you Stormchase’s driver who has been taking requests?” The young man sounded amazed and opened his mouth wide in shock, that it could even fit a huge duck egg.

“The night is black, without a moon.” “And if you choose not to decide, you still have made a choice. What’s next, Mike? You gonna rickroll me?” “Over pancakes?” Mike grabbed the keys to his car, a new Jeep Grand Cherokee. Loaded. Paid cash. Dylan’s eyes lit up. “Jeddy’s pancakes? They’re open twenty-four hours. I could go for some chipotle maple sausage crepes.” Ugh. “Whatever happened to a simple short stack?” “You are so vanilla.” Mike arched an eyebrow dramatically in response.

Harmony city on the other hand is not going to make you feel as if you are safe, the danger and corruption is in the air you breathe, the food you eat and the water you drink and it does not take long before you learn that you are in a dangerous place. Mickey pulled the car to a stop in front of a restaurant with a giant dragon sign at the entrance, The Red Dragon Restaurant was boldly engraved beside the sign. On our way in, two angry looking chinese men who were dressed in black suits stopped us at the door. "What business do you have here, Micky? And who is this black twat?"one of the men referred to Micky in a familiar manner. "This is my new boss, Mr. Badur, and we are here to see your

She looked like a chipmunk with a mouthful of food stored on their cheeks. His little chipmunk. They both ate in peace. Talking about the tasty food, some things that they can see outside. Their peaceful lunch was full of laugh and giggles as they conversed with each other. It was the kind of peace that you'd want to experience all the time. Finishing up, Dario made sure that Madie drank both her strawberry milkshake and water. She just finished eating her ice cream, and her milkshake right after. Too much sweets for her throat might result to her getting sick, and he didn't want that.

"Take Millie to the duck pond game. Let her play until she wins the biggest prize." "Of course, sir." Marcus offered Millie his hand with a gentle smile. "Come on, sweetheart. I bet you can win that giant dragon." "Really?" Millie's eyes lit up. "Really. But you have to finish your ice cream first." She shoved the rest of the cone in her mouth and hopped off my lap, taking Marcus's hand. They walked off toward the game booths, Millie chattering happily. The moment they were out of earshot, I turned on Michael. "Tell me. Now."

"Yeah, that sounds good to us." Once they finish cleaning and we say goodbye to Chloe and Duke, Drew and I drive in our separate vehicles and follow Crayvin and Patricia to a local diner. We arrive at Mel's Diner, a local famous diner with an impressive roadside sign that features a giant tilted coffee cup and an arrow pointing towards the low-slung diner. My dad sometimes took Tarra and I here for their famous waffles and scrambled eggs.