Pluto had accidentally rolled Professor Von Drake’s newest invention, the Giggle-o-Matic, straight into the center of a sticky, expanding bubblegum puddle in the middle of the Main Street square. Goofy was trying to lasso it with a licorice whip, and Daisy was fanning the air as the bubblegum scent grew so sweet it became sticky in their lungs.
The toolbox hummed softly, its drawers glowing with a soft, golden light. This was no ordinary set of wrenches and hammers. These were the Mouseketools —enchanted gadgets that seemed to choose their own moments to appear. mouseketool mickey mouse
“Now for the tricky part,” Mickey muttered. He pulled a small, blue-handled from his other pocket—a leftover Mouseketool from yesterday’s parade incident. He inserted it into the plunger’s side. As he turned the crank, the plunger’s suction reversed, blowing out a cool, steady breeze that hardened the bubblegum into a brittle, candy shell. Pluto had accidentally rolled Professor Von Drake’s newest
With a pop and a fizz , a bright red launched into Mickey’s white-gloved hand. “Perfect!” he cried. He clicked the plunger’s rubber cup, and instead of a suction sound, it released a boing of compressed air. Mickey vaulted over the candy-cane fence, bounced off a lamp post, and landed right on the edge of the gum puddle. This was no ordinary set of wrenches and hammers