Dark 14; Mickey re-take 2

“Minnie, have we lost our minds… I mean our……” I heard Daisy well. I was having my mud bath with the lemonade drink within reach of my upper limbs. I have no concern on my surrounding for it was perfect then or it was until Daisy turned up.

“Our male counterpart. Alas, I do not feel their presence now and then. Are they in any danger of extinction?” I reached for the drink and then took a sip. Lemonade was nice when tucked in with the cubes of ice. That exquisite drink dropped some on my swim suit; a two piece that Mickey would not allowed me to wear at the pool. He said it will rip our ratings from Kids to SX. I argued that we have live out with the timeline. Mickey threw a fit and it was not our first argument on the matter. He had taken leave of me, along with his friend, Donald. I disliked Donald for he was giving Daisy a hard time.

“Minnie, the boys are gone. I can’t find Donald or his cranky blue shade car, that would pollute the neighborhood for days with the terrible fumes. Boy, did he fumed when I refused his advances during that stormy night ride. Mickey left me to his good pal when he wanted to jam with his goof out friends. It was a short ride but boy, did that duck took the opportunity to seduce me.

“I am not into affairs with M’s friends, Duck.” I made my statement then when he his amorous advances were denied. He went into his frantic behavior but it was funny then for his pants was down to his knees, and he was likeable at best there. Boy, was I generous that night.

‘I am Daisy’s friend, and we were at your consummation day when the two of you peck beaks.” I reminded the idiot then. He went on with his drunken rage that he was deprived of his freedom. I had enough and walked back in the rain. It mellowed my anger then but to be home to see Mickey lounging at the settee when I opened the door. That was still bearable but he voiced out his request then blew me up.

“oh, hello Minnie. How about a blow here? I am watching ‘Polly gets her dolly in the pulley with Dudley’.” I flew into a rage and tossed the wet hair piece I had on and told him to ‘pulley yourself with this’.

That was it. Since 1927, we have been the ‘adorable’ pair, the ‘paire parfaite’. The one where he was known as ‘Steamboat Willie’. He was one then and now; all steam and no heat to the Willie. I was younger then, fresh out from the litter, and work was tough then. I was tending at diners and flashing my boobs to get the extra tips. Heck, I had to work braless to get the heavy breaths to pay. Mickey arrived and took one look before he introduced me to the films. All I did was scream and lifted my skirt…. I had the decency to wear my bloomers. It was only down off the scene. We had some good moments; I was not into kids and Mickey he was not keen either. We did it the safe way…. I guess he contributed millions and yet we made none.

‘’Minnie, I can’t live without him. He is all I have. He held the viewer rights and me, I am just the standby star. I have no permanent slot in the films.” Daisy cried onto my shoulder. Funny, it was for we have never cried on in the films. We do it in the ponds or the rain.

“Let us paint the city red.” I voiced out. “You can call the others in Toon Town. Tell them we are having a costume party.”

Soon there was the pack and among the invited were the delicious listing here; Clarabelle Cow in her red blouse and green boomers, Madeline Mouse; the blonde but she was not dumb, my nieces; Melody and Millie alongside with Angela, Giselle (1956), and Mildred Mouse (1955), and from Daisy’s family, there was Clara Duck (1934), Penny Beagle; the relation of the Beagles Boys, Stella Curfew even flew in from the Finland when she heard of the party.

“Could we join in?” I saw the roosters crooning; the Rockhead Rooster doing it on behalf of the Cocks United; among them was Emil Eagle; misled by the breeding, Gyro Gearloose the Inventive Chicken, Panchito Pistoles; the fat chicken-faced tycoon standing there gyrating the hips. They soon burst out into the number by Elvis Presley; “rubbernecking”.

“Sorry, lads. I am taking the ladies to paint the town red, and it ain’t Toon Town. So stick your rubbery dick inside you.” I sympathized with them horny brats but we are going to bay at Looney Tunes. I heard names like Bugs Bunny, Daffy Duck, the Tasmanian Devil, Porky Pig, Sylvester Mel Blanc or we just called him Pussy Cat, Marvin the Martian; he ain’t no alien down below and explosive Yosemite Sam, Foghorn Leghorn, and Wilie E.Coyote. Those were the names which we could squeezed on without losing our cherries. Or was it?

“Filly my feathers!” I swore I heard Daisy in her baby doll dress swooned over Daffy Duck doubling with Foghorn Leghorn. You can deny Fog lived up to his reputation with his finger licking good then…I meant beak. I was with my girls, Angela, Giselle and Mildred then taking the Martian around the Sun more than twice.

“Naida! Naida!” Stella was moaning out loud then in her native language. Who wouldn’t when the bearded Yosemite Sam was tonguing on them canyons there with his explosive twirls.

It was not truly our doing that attracted the boys then but it was the carnival mood there; the Brazilian Rio Carnival have arrived there. Naturally, the ladies in us took to the wax treatment who needs a strand to spoil the looks, and then it was the costume dressing. I told the girls; ‘we ain’t in Toons, so all tools are off.” I went for a scanty boa feather look with the stunning head gear on my head and left the imagination on the neck below. I am telling you the conservative Daisy have to be struggled off her bra in a girl’s brawl with Madeline; darn she is blonde upstairs and down. Penny Beagle was in her familiar shades; leather lashes bounded that will invoke the pussy in the cat. When she meowed, the boys all spurted on the draw.

The night drew to the next and the next, neither of us remembering the daylights. We had the town croaking or spunking that the Carnival was re-themed ‘Puss on boots’. It was actually Clarabelle Cow in boots and leather attire, stepping on Bugs while telling him; ‘shove your carrot or I will garrote you with boot lace’.

We staggered back to Toon’s Town and slept in our own bed. It matters not if the boys turned up dead or alive, we had our time done.

“Darn, I left my panty hose there.” I knew of this when I got the email from Sylvester the Pussy telling me then. The pussy had it twisted around his back right paws. And then came another email that time was from Tweety the Birdie.

“I smelled a panty hose some where.”