The Mickey Mouse Crack House

Chapter 1

One day on the way home from the liqour store, a crack addicted rodent by the name Mickey decided to make a phone call to his good friend Donald, the Crack Dealer.

"Heya Donald!" He spoke into the phone, his voice thick with excitement, but also hazey from the beer he just chugged. "Ya got any rocks for me?" He'd been talking to Donald for so long that he didn't even have to voice what he wanted, as he always asked for the same thing.

"Nigga please, we both know you cant afford a sack right now, miss me with that bullshit and hit me up when you got something worth my time." *click*

Dissapointed and tipsy, Mickey began stumbling torwards home. "Aww, another dry night, Pluto!" Mickey said with a frown. "I was really looking forward to getting lit"

On the way home Mickey began to grow impatient. Feening for a hit, the desperate rodent smashed out the driverside window of his neighbors Honda Civic and proceeded to hot wire the car.
"Oh boy Pluto, hop in!" Exclaimed Mickey.

The car struggled, but it finally started. Mickey began to casually flip thru his collection of mixtapes looking for a jam to ease his mind. He comes across his favorite CD, Gucci Mane's Trap God 2. Riding dirty, and turnt as fuck, Mickey starts torwards Donald's house.

Mickey turns down Donald's street only to see the duck's suppliers car in the driveway. He cautiously pulls up to the house and gets out of the car.

"Knock Knock" yells Mickey.

The peep hole slides open..

"Who is it?" Says a mysterious voice.

"Its Mickey! I called earlier and spoke with donald about some buisness"

The door swings open, and Mickey walks in to find Donald getting his dick sucked by a trap hoe. "Oh gosh!" Exclaims Mickey. "Is this a bad time, Donald?"

"Nah man your good, you bring some money with you this time?" Replies Donald.

"Even better!" Says Mickey. "I brought you a car!"

"Where the fuck did you get a car from you broke as hell boy!" Laughs Donald.

"Do you want it or not Donald?" Asks Mickey.

"Depends, how much you trying to score for that car?" Replies Donald.

"I need to get about a 50 sack"

"You got a deal, go in the kitchen and meet my new cook, his last batch was killer."

Mickey heads to the kitchen in search of the new cook. He sees a friendly looking guy hitting the pipe and asks for a hit.

"You must be the new cook! I heard your batch was amazing, what does it feel like?" Asks Mickey.

Exhaling and trying not to choke, the man looks over at Mickey, with a big smile on his green face he replies "Feels Good Man!"

Mickey wandered back up stairs to get a pipe from the crackwhore sucking donalds dick.

"Um excuse me ma'am can i barrow your piece?" Requested Mickey

"Bluh bluh blah mmm blah blah blah blah" Replied Crackwhore

"Can you take the dick out of your mouth ma'am, i sure am having a hard timing understanding you" said Mickey

"Yeah sugar, its over there on the table" said Crackwhore

"Oh boy pluto!" Exclaimed Mickey
"I sure do hope she washed this pipe"

Mickey begins packing his stem with the wonderful rocks of joy. Burning thru his sack like there was no tomorrow mickey began to feel sleepy. He laid down on the used matress next to the rotting corpse of and overdosed herion addict and got comfy.
"Wow Pluto, I hope this feeling never ends!"
"Goodnight Donald!" Yelled Cracked out Mickey

"Whatever nigga" replied Donald

"Goodnight Crackwhore!" Said Mickey

"Mmm mmm mmm" replied Crackwhore

"And goodnight buddy ol pal pluto!" Said Mickey as he slowly drifted off into a deep slumber.