Second Date

Chapter 5: Date Double, Double Trouble

Chapter 5: Date Double, Double Trouble

Fireworks smashed behind Mickey Mouse. For a climactic moment the colors smoked into the sky, outlining Mickey's silhouette. Then -

POOF. Sparkle. Drizzle. Drizzle. Sparkle. POOF. Millions of balloons into the air...

"Thanks folks!" Mickey Mouse waved over the Disney characters. The loudspeakers played When You Wish Upon a Star as the last guests (three little fairy princesses) exited the Magic Kingdom. "See ya real soon!"

"Bye!" called the Disney company. "Sweet Dreams!"

"See you tomorrow!"

"Wish upon a star!"

"Drive safe!"

"Bon voyage!"

"Annnnnd..." Mickey Mouse clapped his hands. The last firework fizzled. The final cymbal smashed. And Disney World was officially closed for the night. "That's a wrap! Hot dog everyone, that sure was swell!"

"Everyone in bed!" Minnie shooed princesses, fairies, and princes from Cinderella's Castle steps. "Scoot! Scoot! Must be bright and happy for tomorrow! Off with you now! Off to bed!"

"Get going!" Donald squabbled at lollygaggers. "You heard Mickey! Get going!"

"Gawrsh Mic!" Goofy clomped up the steps. "That was grrrrreat! Biggest crowd yet! Ah-hyuck! Maybe it'll be even bigger tomorrow! Ohh I can't wait!"

"Boy oh boy, I hope so!" Mickey trudged up the stairs. He was still bothered by Captain Hook's and The Darlings' demands. "So long as everyone stays happy! Dag nab it - I've still gotta tell Wendy and Peter Pan about her contract! Poor kids!"

"Tsk, tsk!" sniffed Minnie Mouse. "I never liked that Captain Hook! Mickey, do you think this will disappoint the children?"

"Dunno." Mickey opened the castle doors. "Let's just hope our Disney characters don't make any more wacky requests."

"WE WANT DATES!"

Mickey tumbled into Minnie, who tumbled into Goofy, who tumbled into Donald, who tumbled into Pluto, who barked at the Disney princes as they burst from Cinderella's Castle.

"Ya want what?" Mickey moved Goofy's legs. "Did you say...ya want dates?"

"Yup!" Flynn untangled Mickey from the pile. "More specifically, our women want dates. So we consulted the Manly Bible of Manliness: The Bro Code - "

Everybody spit out of respect.

" - and we decided that our females will have said dates! Ha!" Flynn thumped his chest. "Don't tell me who wears the pants in these relationships!"

Mickey's jaw lagged. "Aw gee. I'm confused."

"Ed." Flynn waved a hand. " 'Splain the situation to the mouse! Not with singing. Use your words."

Prince Edward took the podium. As he cleared his throat, villains slithered up the entryway, intrigued by the gathering. Where there were heroes, there was usually righteousness to mess up.

"It's is the desire of my dearest Giselle!" Prince Edward began. "Giselle my beautiful lady, my other half, my one coquette, the answer to my love's duet!"

"What batteries does he run on?" asked Aladdin as Flynn elbowed Prince Edward in the stomach.

"Giselle!" Prince Edward continued, looking sourly at Flynn. "Wants to go on a date! A date where I, Prince Edward of Andalasia, shall indulge my fair Giselle to holding hands, an eatery sublime, and conversation of her likes and dislikes - "