Mickey Mouse Funhouse: Silly Stories

Where's Nana? pt. 3

" Wheezeleene? Do you know where Cheezel could be? " Asked Donald when the realization kicked in. She thought for a while, leaning on the counter of her kitchen that faced the living room. Her tail soon flicked as an idea came to her. " There's a tree house that's in the woods behind us! Cheezel goes there a lot to relax, he could be there! " She said. Donald nodded and walked back to the hallway where Minnie was talking to Sneezel and Feliciá was listening in. Don motioned for the human to follow him. " We're going into the woods. " He told her.

" I think we're a bit too preoccupied with a problem to- "

" Feliciá, there's a clubhouse that Cheezel hangs out in the woods! "

" Oohhhh, that makes sense! Well, come on! Minnie, we'll be right back! And Sneezel? We'll find her, I promise. " She said, putting her hand on the door. " sniff I...I know you will. " Sneezel manged out and although the three couldn't see it, the young weasel was smiling softly. He trusted the gang just like they were his own family. He knew they would keep their word. And, for once since he had closed it, the door slowly crept open. " Y...You can c-come in, Minnie..."

The Forest reminded both friends of Funhouse Forest, in which it was quiet and large and there was this buzzing feeling of magic in the air. Donald shrugged at the feeling, he believed that the only reason why he felt that was because Feliciá had created these worlds so, of course, it was her magic doing all this. Feliciá, on the other hand, felt otherwise. Sure, she had the magic to create worlds but she couldn't do it on her own. Many of these worlds came from the imaginations of others! Ideas and suggestions that she got from so many people and she just made them physical. It wasn't just her magic that made these places but others as well. She took a deep breath and felt the wind playfully blow her hair up a bit. And what wonderful imaginations those people had! While they searched, Donald felt himself thinking about how Feliciá...well..was Feliciá and not Funny right now. He couldn't understand why she felt that way...it felt strange to ask but it felt strange to have it swirling in his mind.

" Feliciá? "

" Yes, Donald? " "

" Can I ask you a question? "

" Of course! "

" ...Why do you like being called Feliciá? "

Now that was a question that made her think back. Faaar back into the banks of her childhood. Her hands started to feel itchy and she started scratching at them but she took a few breaths to calm down before answering. " Have....Have you ever seen something or someone you really liked and you wanted to be that? " She asked. Donald thought about it and his eyes lit up. " I always wanted to be a sailor! To sail over the seven seas and relax while the waves crash behind me? " He admitted. Feliciá nodded. " I always wanted to be a lot of things and, I had the power to do it, " She giggled before continuing, " but I always wanted to be a princess! I loved dresses and jewelry and pretty make-up when I was little and whenever I'd play Princesses with my Mamá, I always went by the name ' Princess Feliciá '. I liked the name so much that I kept it! " Donald blinked. " ...You have a mom? " He asked and Feliciá nodded cheerfully. " I'll take you all to meet her one day but, I talk about you guys to her so much that she's practically met you already! " She giggled loudly, snorting a few times which made Donald smile a bit. He felt a huge wave of clarity wash over him but he just needed one more thing. " So, what you're saying is that being ' Feliciá ' makes you happy? " He asked with a genuine look in his eyes. She nodded, tilting her head a bit as she saw something in a tree. It looked like a large, brown wooden box. It had a had a rectangular door and a window cut out as well but it was covered with white drapes. There was a safety platform with railing so you wouldn't fall out and there was a square hole that was cut out so you could use the wooden steps, that were nailed to the trunk of the tree, to climb up.

" It makes me the happiest Funhouse who ever lived! Now come on, we have a weasel to question! " She winked before racing to the clubhouse. Donald smirked before following right behind her.