Mickey Mouse Funhouse: Silly Stories

Mickey needs a break!

(When Mickey gets overstimulated, Funny helps him calm down!)

Mickey scratched all over his arms feverishly. He didn't like it. He couldn't take it. His fur felt strange to him and he wanted to take it off as if it were just an uncomfortable sweater. Being a Knight was a great honour but it came with the price of people crowding, overlapping voices asking you questions, being asked to do what seemed like millions of things to do in short periods and so much more. It could become more than one mouse could take! He, unfortunately, had to deal with many people crowding him to ask him to do things after he had just spent so much time helping other people and everything started getting loud, uncomfortable, and itchy. So he ran as far as he could away from everyone and deep into the forest.

And now, here he was trying to keep himself from having a full meltdown. He tried flapping his hands to let the stim have its moment but it didn't work. It just seemed to make things worse so he tried pacing and taking deep breaths. " Come on, Mickeyyy, " He tried to say cheerfully, " You're a strong mouse! Y-You can get through this! " But his pace only quickened and soon enough, he had to stop himself and he simply fell to the floor and sat down, scratching at his head. He hated this. Oh, he hated this! Tears welled in his eyes as he tried his hardest to stop himself but he just couldn't. Even the quietness of the forest was just too loud. How was that possible?!

As Mickey started to cry, there was a familiar noise that came from a tree next to him. Normally, it would be such a welcoming sound but it was just adding to the noise. And then, a happy face appeared on it. " MICKEYYYY! Boy, I was getting worried about you! I heard from the townspeople that you ran off and- " He cut himself short when he saw his friend sitting on the floor, rocking back and forth as he scratched wildly at his head and sobbed. " M-Mickey?! Mickey! Mickey, what's wrong? " He asked. The mouse couldn't answer him. He couldn't make his mouth move to make words so he could only manage whines and cries.

Although Funny had never seen Mickey act this way, he had seen (and done) this enough times to know what was going on so, as quietly as he could, he poofed from the tree and onto Mickey's ears as sound canceling headphones. Quiet. Mickey needed silence. And, sure enough, the itching began to slow down and then stop after a while. His breathing, though still hitchy, started to slow down to a normal rate. While Mickey was regulating himself, Funny separated himself from the headphones so that Mickey could still wear them and then poofed into his princely human form. He touched the grass in front of Mickey so he could capture his attention. Once he did, he started signing and Mickey did just the same.

" Mickey? What happened? "

" People kept crowding me. I'm sorry for running away. "

" That's okay, Mickey. You had every right to run away! Do you want to go back to The Funhouse? You can use the sensory room! "

" Not right now. I can't move but I would like some company. "

Funny nodded and popped back onto the headphones so that Mickey could have his peace. When Mickey did (eventually) find the strength to move, the two would go back home and Funny would take care of him until he returned to his perky self once more!

THE END!