Toons

The Brush

I grabbed the brush. Soon the whole room turned to light and it was like having power stuck against you. I was the chosen one. 

"Get out of there mouse!" I heard Felix yelling from the outside.

The wall broke with a loud swing of his hammer. 

"Come on Mickey. Give up and this will all be over soon." He said. I wasn't ready to give up though. Not one bit. 

"Oh please. I know cats are supposed to kill mice and all but you haven't even laid a finger on me!" I yelled back trying to get his self confidence down.

I didn't know how to work the brush. I thought of what they can do. They can create things right. That has to be what it does. 

Felix was running to me with speed. This cat is crazy. I shot paint at him. The paint was blue and a brick wall appeared in front of him.

BAM!

I looked at him. Then giggled. Being cartoons of course his body turned flat and had stars circling his head. It's a thing nothing but we old cartoons can do it's the best trick in the book!

I switched the hand the brush was in and I saw that I can also erase things with it. I admit this was one of the coolest but strangest thing happening to me. 

"Why you little-"

"Sorry Felix! Running into a wall is your fault not mine!"

"rUnInInG iNtO A waLl iS yOur fAuLt nOt MiNe- blah, blah, blah you and your smart little self who cares! It's not a big deal!" 

"Listen I don't understand why are you doing this! We can talk this out please!"

"I don't need your help!"

Felix turned his bag to the biggest hammer I've ever seen! How does he carry it? He then through it at me and hit the wall. I started running again.

Gosh Mickey why do you have to be so scared...

I stopped. It was a dead end, well I'm done for.

"Goodbye Mickey!" Felix said turning his bag into a knife. Why does he really wanna get me so badly?

He threw the knife at me and I knew that was the end of me. I closed my eyes tightly so I would at least not see it happening. Why didn't I save myself? I was standing there. I knew I was dead. I slowly opened one eye then another. I was shocked. Someone had come and caught the knife with one arm. One arm! I could tell you by the looks of it this cartoon was crazy.

"Oh please Felix throwing knifes at hero's aren't you. How would you like it if someone did it you!" The strange cartoon said. 

"Um- thank you!" I said "what's your name?"

"Names aren't important." 

"Well to me it is!"

"Fine. Names Spinel."