Mickey Mouse Funhouse: Silly Stories

The truth p.3

Donald felt as if he were in a hole with a rope just out of his reach that would pull him to safety. Funny couldn't worry him any more than he was now because he was already on edge. Goodness, what kind of show was that writer up there running?! (a good one, Donald! Hehe) Funny could feel the tension and sighed. " I didn't want to bring it up because I thought I could just push through it like I had done for so many years...I thought I could... I w-wanted to..." His eyes welled up with tears and despite his protests with himself, he began to cry again, " I-I'm supposed to make you h-happy! To re-relax! I'm a FUN house for goodn-ness sake! " The Funhouse began to tremble and Funny's hands went back to the side of his head.

Donald's feathers seemed to stand up at the sight of everything trembling again. " O-Okay Funny, let's take another breather. H-How about a walk? You like walks in The Forest, remember? " He stumbled over his words as he held his hand out for Funny to take. " He just needs to clear his head. " Donald thought with some hope but he saw that Funny didn't want to move. Or maybe he couldn't? His eyes were starting to turn into that hazy lime green he had seen when Funny had gotten angry. " F-Funny! Funny, stay with me! W WINDY!!! WINDY HELP!! " He yelled out, rushing out of The Funhouse and towards the woods. There was silence, then a worried whistle, and then Windy was flying over to Donald with Teddy hot on their tail. " What's wrong? " They asked.

Donald explained the situation and the weathervane seemed to freeze. They shook their head and then started towards the house. Teddy followed, biting at Donald's shirt and tugging it so he'd follow. Donald didn't waste any time booking it inside but the three were horrified to see that Funny's colour was really starting to fade. Windy started searching for The Funhouse Phone. Teddy barked fearfully for his friend and rushed to his lap, whining and yipping in utter terror. Funny, though his eyes were still starting to turn green, he managed to look down at his dog. He smiled tiredly, seemingly starting to yawn. " I'm just tired Teddy...I'm okay.." He muttered while sighing. That only made Teddy whine more. He needed Funny to cheer up. Over with Windy, they had finally snagged the phone and pushed a button that no one had touched before. It was the exclamation point button!

The screen of the phone abruptly showed three pictures in a triple split screen. On the right was a picture of a dark blue flower, on the left was a picture of a purple swirl, and on the bottom was a picture of a yellow lightning bolt. Windy didn't hesitate to push the bolt and wait for the friend to pick up on the end.

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Silly Summerville was projected on a rocky cliff that overlooked a wonderful afternoon, ocean view. He had decided to pay a visit to one of his friends, Bolton, who happened to be a Lighthouse. Silly always told him that he had the most wonderful view of one of the Earth's many marvels but the Lighthouse always laughed because Silly said that about everything. That purple Funhouse loved all things nature and surrounded himself with anything like it. As he admired the sparkling water, he heard someone call his name. It was the Lighthouse and he sounded worried. So he popped inside of the workroom on a pillow on the couch. It was like living in a modern one-bedroom, one-bathroom apartment. Small but cozy. A plush bed by a window that overlooked the grass that ended with a view of the sea in one corner, from there was a larger portion which was the living room! The decorated couch sat there as well as a large, moving globe, a work desk with a computer (with scattered papers on it), and a yellow rug in the shape of a lightning bolt that sat underneath the globe.

Paintings and pictures of other Funhouses hung around in a very, specific way and, the main attraction of it all, a tank that was just like Funny's! But it was a beautiful shade of electric blue which matched the side-ways, and rectangular eyes of the owner. A bright yellow circle seemed to frantically zip around his tank, resembling bolts of lighting. A fitting name when you think about it. " BOLTON " Laughed Silly, " You're going to run your tank's protective magic to the flooring! " His voice was mellow and joyful, his German accent only making that joyous sound grow. Bolt suddenly stopped his dashes and looked directly at Silly as if he had said nonsense. Utter nonsense. " Silly, you know that our magic doesn't allow that. Not unless we're sick or flat-out losing touch with our magic. " He spat out with a deadpan tone.

Silly didn't take his anger to heart. Bolton always got that way when something was wrong so he knew he just needed to keep the spirits high. " I'm only kidding, Bolton! So, what's the matter? " He asked with a cheerful smile. It faltered when he heard the news. " Windy just called. Funny is losing his spark. " He stated flatly. " He...no..no, not Blau (Blue) " He popped off the pillow and turned into a floating orb, flying straight to the middle of the room to face the yellow Funhouse, " No, not again. He can't fade away again! " The Lighthouse sighed, offering the first small smile he had come inside. " It's a Funhouse Stupor! " He said with a sigh of relief. Silly blinked. " A coma is nothing to be happy about..." He mumbled. " But it is better than a death.." Bolt added.