MouseTales

1: Here For the Summer!

MORTY'S POV

I slumped down in my seat. We had to stay with Uncle Mickey ALLLLLLLL Summer long! Me and my brother Ferdie that is. We have to stay in Mouseton for months! Nothing EVER interesting happens in Moueston.

"Mooooooom, are we there yet?" I complain. She glared at me "Now boys, staying with your uncle Mickey is not going to be boring, and if it is, well, man up!" she replied as we drove into our Uncle's driveway.

He waved. I just.... UGGGGGGGGGG, HE'S SO... Urrr.... BLAND! Nobody, and I mean NOBODY'S life is that perfect.

He has a girlfriend, a dog, a nice house, and some awesome friends! I, have none of these things.

Uncle Mickey ushered us in and listed off some rules "Lets see.... No breaking things, no going into my closet, and if you do, please don't play the horn in there, and no pranking me or Minnie, or... I mean... That's it!" Mickey looked down

I shrugged as I ran into my room, Uncle Mickey was just... Soooo...... Just.... he's something....

Mickey's POV

I sighed. All of my friends had moved away. If course, I can't blame them. They both have children to take care of.

My little nephew Ferdie tugged on my shirt "Are you okay Uncle Mickey?"

I nodded. I was lying, but I don't want them to be worried. I usher Ferdie upstairs to his room and head downstairs to make some lunch for them.

I saw Felicity leave, I waved, she waved back. It's a shame we never see each other anymore.

I call the boys for lunch and then turn on the TV.

FERDIE'S POV

I quickly got my things unpacked and rushed downstairs. Macoroni? Yum! Uncle Mickey shuddered once he saw what was on the news, some blot guy.

"Uncle Mickey, what's wrong?" I asked " Oh... Errr.... Nothing! " Mickey replied sitting down.

"Go get your brother, his lunch is getting cold," Mickey said to me.

I nodded in reply and rushed upstairs, when I came downstairs, I was dragging him.

Morty sat down and grumbled. I don't know why he didn't like Uncle Mickey, he was super nice to us, but oh well. We quickly said our grace and started to eat.

Uncle Mickey's eyes were glued to the TV.

What was so special about this blot guy anyway?

(Oh, you'll find out >:) If you like this, then uhh.... Tell me if you want more, bye!)