Goofy's 5150 was over but the doctor didn't think he was well enough to leave. He sits at the frosted window pulling the wall phone's wire along with him. He took a deep breath and called his friend. "Minnie, they're sending me to residential and they diagnosed me with Schizophrenia. I can't do this, I have to tell you the truth about Mickey's death..."
"what are you talking about?!" Minnie's voice went monochromed.
"Mickey wasn't killed by the home less man. I- I killed Mickey..." Goofy said, scared yet happy to get it off his chest. Minnie is at a lost for words, the two sat in silence for a bit.
"I slept with... I slept with Donald's wife..." Goofy said eyes full of tears.
"you slept with Daisy?! But-" Minnie was cuted off
"I know... I shouldn't of. Mickey walked in so I chloridformed him and putted him in the trunk." Goofy sighed as another moment of quiet hitted them both.
"You slept with Daisy? But... but Daisy's been my side bitch..." Minnie felt betrayed.
"Daisy a thot Minnie. A big fucking thot. Fucking Pete, fucking Clarabell. Hell she's probably fucking Pluto too." There was a himt of anger in Goofy's voice.
"but uh, Mickey so uh. I was gonna put him in the basement. I didn't mean to kill him, it was an honest mistake. I dropped him down the stairs and he died from blunt force trauma. I then paid Pete to go out to the Mojave dessert and hide the body." Goofy stopped crying, feeling a monent of tranquility before Minnie shouted. "I need to talk to Donald!"
Goofy immediately fell out of his tranquil state "Minnie no!"
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Goofy gets diagnosed with Schizophrenia
HumorA classic heart wrenching story about our favorite Iranian war criminal Goofy and his struggles with mental health and a dark secret
