CHAPTER THREE Dog Crazy

My name is T.RedEye, and I hate kids. Especially kids who can teleport. I'm currently interrogating a few of them, following a series of clues that I'm hoping will lead me to the location of Mickey Mouse's silver key. These kids seem to know more than they should.

Arnold in front of Cinderella's Enchanted Castle was familiar with my reputation...

...and Lionel at It's a Small World knew Mickey's. These obviously weren't your typical, run-of-the-mill teleporting kids. If I didn't know better, I'd think they were part of our inner circle.

I was informed by Kenny at the front gate that a dog was seen carrying around a key. A dog. In Disneyland. If that dog isn't attached to a blind man, I may have to put it down. I won't have a flea-infested creature aboard the Mark Twain.

I find the dog at the docks, accompanied by a young girl. She doesn't look blind to me.

	"All right sweetie, step aside. This is between me and the dog."

	"He's right there! I'm not answering your goddam triva, just let me-"

Oh God, Plane Crazy. I couldn't forget that cartoon if I wanted to.

It was the start of a horrible, degrading relationship for Minnie Mouse. I guess when you're an anthropomorphic mouse creature, finding a mate is hard. Poor girl wants a kid so bad, she really has no choice but to deal with his abuse. She's the only decent person here, I wish I could help. It's not worth my life, though.

	"I don't know who you are, lady, but that cartoon is NOT to be discussed on park grounds, by order of the mouse himself. It never happened, all reports of its existance are false, and even a passing mention of it is strictly forbidden. This is a warning, one more violation and I'm going to have to escort you out of here! Understand me?"

	"Shit."

	"SHIT!"

The dog was heading east. I follow, and find him with another kid. All this for a goddam key. Why can't we just make duplicates?

	"Okay, let's get this over with. I just want the key. Ask away."

	"Easy. Pluto. Let's have it."

	"Oh, come on! I'm getting tired, and I've got five more keys to find. Just give me the damned thing."

	"Flower. Okay? It's Flower. Voiced by Tim Davis, the god damn copy boy from Citizen Kane. Key. Now."

	"Jesus Christ. Thank..."

	"...you."

I pocket the key and crack my back. This is going to be a long night.