Who frame roger rabbit and Mickey Mouse? (A fan fiction)

Going places

"Where are we going now?" Vanessa asked Eddie as she stepped out of her car

"We're gonna visit a close, personal friend of mine to help crack this case," Eddie replied, then turned to the boys on the back of the trolley and waved to them. "Thanks for the cigarettes!"

Vanessa followed Eddie. The detective slicked down his hair and tried to look his best as he led Vanessa behind him to a local bar. They walked in and saw a lot of men either shooting pool, sitting together with raunchy conversation, or drinking on a stool to drown their sorrows in the crazy world they live in.

"Hi Harry, you okay?" Eddie greeted one of the bar flies.

"Hi, Eddie." the man, Harry, spoke back, briefly.

Vanessa felt shaky as a trolley was rumbling from outside, but no one else seemed to be affected by it. Must have grown accustomed to it after dealing with it for so long.

Eddie spotted an officer and placed his cap back on his head, looking dead drunk. "What's with Earl?"

One of the men on a stool took out a notepad and wrote something down, showing it to Eddie to answer his question.

"Laid off?" Eddie was appalled.

The man with the paper nodded.

"A new outfit bought the red car," another man said to Eddie, explaining. "Some big company called Cloverleaf."

"No kiddin'," Eddie remarked. "They bought the red car?"

"Yeah, put the poor guy on two weeks notice." the man answered, walking away. "Cutbacks, they said."

Eddie sighed for his friend. "Oh, well, Earl. Here's to the pencil pushers. Maybe they all get lead poisoning, huh?" he then took out a shot to sip it, but a hand stopped him.

Vanessa smiled discreetly when cloverleaf was mentioned, she then saw the woman who had stopped Eddie from drinking his shot. She seemed to have been a waitress with puffy and short length black hair in a uniform and bore a strict look on her face.

"Tomorrow's Friday, Eddie," the waitress told him. "You know what happens here on Friday?"

"Fish special?" Eddie shrugged.

"My boss checks the books on Friday," the waitress swiped the shot glass from him. "If I don't have that money I gave you back in the till, I'm gonna lose my job."

"Don't bust a button, Dolores," Eddie said, coolly. "You've only got one left." he handed her the check from earlier.

"50 bucks?" the waitress, Dolores, eyed it.

"Yeah."

"Where's the rest? And who is this? Beat it he's mine" she said

"Well, this is only a snoop job away," Eddie answered her first question.

"You don't know who I am" Vanessa said furiously "Vanessa Mouse? Human wife of toon Mickey? Used to be the star of the ink and paint club until take Bitch Jessica took my job" She said obviously upset that Dolores didn't know who she was. "Oh and I'm not interested in that grubby man I'm not a whore" she said smirking Delores looked angrily at her for a moment.

"Anyway she's working this job with me was requested by our client, hey have you got that camera of yours? Mine's in the shop." Eddie said quickly changing the subject

"Wouldn't be the pawn shop by any chance, would it?" Dolores scoffed.

"Aw, come on, Dolores. You need the other $50, we need the camera."