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[F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« on: June 10, 2014, 10:47:59 AM »
(i didn't want to borrow on an existing idea as seen in the lovely drawings by ggolddduck, so i opted for something else... well, enjoy.

fairly rusty here, haven't really written in ages here so...)

Summary: Miss Kitty Mouse heads for home, but is reminded of whom else she shares the neighborhood. A well-meaning but inept chap who carries the dust and soot of his job with him, much to her displeasure...

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   As the carriage taking her into London's foggy, quiet and mysterious streets echoed into the night, it's passenger - a white mouse - yawned quietly. This was her first day off in a series of ongoing shows she's performed at one particular part on the bad side of the town, given not because she had particularly wanted it but rather the barroom was in dire need of repairs. An unfortunate brawl amongst hoodlums over who'd be the lucky one to toss her a bouquet of flowers didn't end as well, and left such a mess that several holes in the walls were made and numerous seating arrangements had to be replaced. Seeing as they were hurting financially, this was going to take some time to fix. She promised to return on the basis she would be paid, with safer restrictions in place. One couldn't be too careful in London's midnight hours, everyone who had been down on their luck retreated there for a moment to be spared the humility of life and all it's shortcomings. Aside from her beauty, which was a key factor in bringing in business, her songs of dance and comfort were enough to turn things around and send the crowd home happy. Alas, things got worse before they could even start, and along with her back-up singers she was forced to take the night off. Once the damage had been done, all future showings would be cancelled.
   For what it was worth, she had some money leftover and opportunities to go somewhere else. She would have to go looking for the next show to abide her time until she could return; would they take her? She knew a variety of songs, the most popular being 'Let Me Be Good to You'. When she wasn't working, going out for a morning breakfast, or even late in lunch, she would hear some of the familiar people and those she hadn't recognized humming the tune in some form. If she could search for that one big number to follow-up to that one, there was no doubt maybe she could find herself doing dances for some of the more wealthier parts of the city. Feline dancers were a dime a dozen, but rodent singers were admittedly the more favored amongst all other critters.
   As she had been rushed out quick for her safety, her civilian clothing was not put on and thus she still had her showclothes underneath a thin black long coat covering all over her. It was long and held together by two small buttons of light old color, with brown fluff at the cuffs and sleeves, which also extended down to her jacket's bottom. She wore a hat, of nice red glimmer much akin to a rose. For the civilian clothes they were hurriedly cramped into a luggage of which she brought over, along with a variety of other things inside.
   The cold air did wonders for her health, seeing as she was around cigar smoke each time she performed. Regrettably, the drawback of being wearing very little underneath only brought her simply back to square one-- it was a dreadful chill that sent shivers through the coat and up to her backside. Next time, she figured, she'd do remember to not leave in such a hurry. If she were to hang around like this any longer the breeze could bring about a dreadful cold. And looking out, there was also the sudden signal of snowflakes; winter was rearing it's ugly head again in the side of the city of which she lived.
   "Is this where you'll be getting off?" said a voice. It was the ticket-master. A stubby little mouse which a thick beard, possibly in his late-thirties. He had a pale gray fur, marked with age and wrinkles which shouldn't be there. Perhaps he'd seen better days.
   She was known as Miss Kitty Mouse by her fans, and she adopted the name as her own, wanting to leave another one behind her. The white mouse looked up at him with a sparkling eye, and smiled brightly despite the shiver beneath her one and only coat. "Oh, yes, this will be alright. Not longer from here and up the road, that's where I live."
   Nodding, the ticket-master whistled a stop, and soon so did the carriage. Within minutes she had exited out in a hurry-- a mistake of which she later regretted, as the winter winds suddenly crept up faster than expected, blowing at her like a hard wind, the sign of an impending storm. She quickly shut the door behind her and wished the man farewell, and hurried along the rocky sidewalks which would lead into an apartment complex for rodents further down the road, and into an alley.
   Where she lived was an odd assortment of stray cats and dogs, most of whom she associated with as they weren't too threatening. Very few knew of her burlesque business and association, and she preferred to keep it that way. As far as the mice were concerned, she was friends with one pale orange-furred rodent, slim and slender, around her age: his fur matched his hair, in more ways than one. He was an easy-going fellow, but his fur was thick and he wasn't one to be clea nand kept. She had joked with him sometimes that they'd celebrate on the day he ever -did- cleanse himself, maybe she'd give him a kiss on the cheek! That bet had yet to completed. Some days he worked as a chimney sweep, other times he played babysitter with children around the neighborhood. But his dreadful lack of brushing kept all of the dust and dirt from him, it made her sneeze an awful lot.
   "Oh, hey!"
   It was him. Miss Kitty Mouse had just reached the front steps to her home, and out came he. Roland was his name, and with it, a trail of dust and soot that he attracted came with it. The mere sound of his voice made her nose twitch, her eyes glisten with a bit of a tear, and a hitch of her breath. She paused a bit, hoping this meeting was brief and point, for if she did sneeze now it could be one in a series of fits to come. It as a miracle he hadn't come to the shows of hers, she would've been embarrassed to the bone.
   "O--Oh, Ro-Roland..." she managed to choke out, "I di-- di.... didiiii--din't...."
   Roland caught up with her. The dust was all over him, the soot covering his eyes. A goofy grin spread around his face. He seemed to be enjoying it immensely, annoying Miss Kitty just a bit, but she kept her face and didn't want to turn him away. They might not've agreed on some things, but that didn't rule out the possibllity of friendship.
   "Gesundheit," he teased, saying it before she had even sneezed.
   "HiEEaaachTK!!" she stifled a sneeze, followed by another, this time full-swing. The force bent her over backwards some, but she collected herself. "Hhh--heh-heh-HEEITTCHKK!!" The force was strong and she kept at it, pressuring her nose with her soft finger in an attempt to keep it in line. She detested spray, so stifling helped, but it hurt. Eventually they were going to come out, with little regard or control. She could feel the winds creep up into coat now, her breasts and outfit feeling the blunt of the cold winds. She shivered.
   Roland did it again. "God bless, and all that stuff. Hey, great to see you again, luv! Made it home safe?"
   Miss Kitty could barely get a word in. "Ohhhit--hitthhhcch---ch--... HehehEEACCHOO!! HeeeACTHCCH--CHOO!" Stifling was beginning to make her large ears hurt. Each one spreading a bit of light spray in front of her, and bent over backwards. There was no tissue in sight, and it seemed quite unlikely Roland, that well-meaning scrap, would have any on hand. "Oh, I.... I....... I'm alright, Roland, please-- I... need to get home quickly, start the fireplace, it's awfully cold in here, it---"
   In a bit of disservice, her filthy male companion went ahead and helped her with the keys to get inside her house. She had no time to react, but could only whisper a polite "Oh thank you" as she continued sneezing. Roland's large tail crept in front of her, and she got a good look at the site of his musty clothes and ruffled fur in front of her eyes. She couldn't bare it much longer, and her nose, try as it might, inhaled deep a patch of dust so deep it could make her cough.
   "Gggg-Rolaa--AHHCCEEEEEW!!! AAacchhheEEEEW!! Haattcchhhh--tththhtt---CHOO! AHHCCHHIEEEWOOO!!"
   At the sight of the door opening, she made an immediate rush inside before Roland could think of even joining her. Her sneezing henceforth continued, sounding more like the sounds of a zipper and spit, all at adorable feminine sounds. Roland, thankfully, was kind enough not to follow her in, but the 'damage' - if one could call it - had been set. The dust had not only followed her  inside, but she found herself sneezing uncontrollably on the way inside.
   "RolllAAHHCCHEEWWWWKK.. Aacchheepppsszzzzt.... acchhheebbpppzzzt..." she spit, struggling to stifle what her poor nose could not bare her the opportunity to do, she sighed, and grumbled. "Roland, please do something abbb-- ahhh--about that, for my sake, for your sake, you are completely unhealthy."
   Talking through the door slit, Roland chuckled nervously, and shrugged. "O-oh, sorry about that. Well, the thing about that-- the water leak isn't coming in again. I'm gonna have to try and get that fixed, but... yeah... I'm just happy to see you, luv! I'm always seeing you run off at night and wondering where you go-- I didn't scare you, did I?"
   Miss Kitty sneezed in response, and shook her head. "I aaahh---preccwssshnktt... I appreciate it, Roland, but please, this is bloody annoying."
   The showgirl didn't want to tell Roland about her line of work, and where she worked. She preferred it stay within people she could trust. Roland was not one who would take secrets and keep them, well, secret. At the sight of a rumor he had to be the one to let his curiosity take him in ways he couldn't imagine. Like the great mouse detective himself and anyone else in the line of sleuth-work, Roland was destined to get answers. It hadn't crossed her mind that so curious about her late night showings that he was intrigued with the prospect of following her. if anything else, it would be kind of a gas to see her sneezing up a storm wherever she'd be as a prank. A lighthearted one in his eyes, but to her, it would just be unfathomably evil.
   "Alright, will do, miss," Roland said, and waved good-bye. Miss Kitty didn't bother to answer him: she shut the door and locked it tight.
   Taking off her coat she sneezed again, this time in another single fit. "AACCHCH---CHCHEEWWSEEE! CChhAh---ahhh--acchhsasnnzzzttchoo! AAChheenssKTCHOOO!" At this point, both tired and miserable from the experience, there was little choice but to immediately look for a proper way to clean. There was no chance in this earth she was going to join the ranks of her unkept and dirty friend, much less spread it in the house. While the relaxing feeling post-sneeze was humble, at best, she hated fits, and she hated how diverse her kind of sneezing would be. One might say her singing talent was as ripe of talent as her dance moves and her own sneezing, at pitches and variations sight unseen. But deep down, she wouldn't quite consider -that- a talent... would it?
   "Aaah---cchheewssnkktt... aacchbbbeppfft....."
   Finding a working tub and a source of warm water, she took her clothing off and immediately dove in. Roland and the cold, the dust, the sneezing... had finally gone away.
   For now.



THE END?
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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #1 on: June 10, 2014, 11:45:14 AM »
Not too bad. There's actually some plot there. Always nice to see more than just the sneeze parts.
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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #2 on: June 10, 2014, 12:02:43 PM »
thanks :) i worked hard on this one

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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #3 on: June 10, 2014, 02:29:53 PM »
(eh, written out of boredom)

Summary: A new job found, at long last, but a rather difficult musical session... Miss Kitty Mouse thinks there's something in the air.

--continued--

   A few weeks had passed and for the most part, Miss Kitty was still looking for alternative work in a place where she could sing and dance. For every interview she belted out common parlor songs and sang one from her childhood to sweeten the deal. One such business, which used the name of the Queen Victoria in an effort to reel in more customers in a rather cheap advertising tactic, finally gave her the opportunity. Having already passed the audition, she would visit every Wednesday to study for a new song which she would then perform over the weekend for a respectable amount of cash: in order to protect herself from unwanted attention, a new dress and dance routine would have to replace her former and common one. It wasn't so much a matter of throwing the past away but rather so her history wouldn't ruin her chances of maintaining this job. That is, assuming the broken down tavern was able to repair itself after the brawl it lent itself to would ever be repaired in time. Burlesque in all of it's naughty forms, suggestive or otherwise, she enjoyed it. A little bit of 'cleaning up her act' wasn't a bad idea, and could only be seen as a neat transition.
   Wednesday finally arrived and here she would be prepared to study a new song by the orchestra, lead by several talented musicians and a handsome devil in a suit that must've cost more than a piece of land. Literally, it was a flashy thing that seemed so unnatural with the rest of the violinists and celloists that he might as well have been from another country entirely. Still, she kept her amusement in check and never bothered him about it and focused solely on adapting to this new gig. Her back-up dancers were no longer with her, so she would be all on her own. A daunting task, but certainly one she could get the hang of with time, care, and patience.
   She slipped into the dressing room and here she would prepare to slip on her new outfit. It was as white as her own fur and less risque, naturally, but with peacock-inspired feathers that addressed her backside and along the shoulders, making her almost akin to a strange avian creature. It was, however, a bit loose-- as they were all probably meant for larger women to use. Putting it on was far from slipping into a glove, at best it was like slipping into a dog's sock. Easy to come off, this sort of thing could very well slip off if she turned around or tried anything completely out of the norm besides standing still, exposing her waist and breasts, if not more than that. It was unfortunate, because this was the day it especially mattered. Once they fixed that, however, everything should be a lot better... all she had to do was get through this one audition.
   The dress was, in a word, uncomfortable. There was no way she could possibly do this without singing. Upon mentioning it to the conductor he told her that they would make her something better soon, but for now, this was all they had; her frame simply didn't match the ones given. Using her arms to keep her cleavage from being exposed, she kept her chin high and from there they sang from the top. It was a slow, melodic song - the kind of ones meant for a romantic evening watching the Big Ben or anything beyond the realm of the fantastic. It wasn't hard to please a mouse, for they were small and the world was quite huge to enjoy, and Miss Kitty could attest to admiring the wild fantastic.
   Like all good things, the best laid songs of mice among men, often go astray.
   Or in this case, often go in sneezes.
   The first signs of the tickle had actually been as she was putting the dress on earlier ago, slipping her dainty darms across the shoulder straps and trying to button the top of it. Not as if the buttons had done any sort of good seeing as it was still a little loose around her, but there was a faintly odd smell in the dressing room that had started to play around with her small rodent nose. She sniffled once, then twice as heavily, trying to make sense of it. After a pause, and grabbing a tissue to keep herself from inspecting it further, she paid it hardly any attention. However, now she was on stage, singing along the tune of 'When I'm alone with you, I feel this way in my heart' in a wonderful harmony alongside her musicians... and the tickly feeling sensation was starting to return. This time it was coming stronger than she imagined, and her best efforts to pretend it wasn't happening were starting to show. Miss Kitty continued to sing, only to stop when needed, to make adjustments with her voice.
   "Once more, with feeling, darling!" said the conductor, nodding, "We're almost there and soon we'll have a brand new star - you! - each and every week!"
   if Miss Kitty's nose hadn't been twitching, her hitching breaths and chest rising, breasts partially coming exposed, she might've cheered with joy! And yet somehow the faint smell of dust was apparent. Something awful, smelling old, as if it had been there for awhile. In a place like this though? How could that be? Wet fur, even, unkept and certainly far from perfumes or anything unique to her senses that she would enjoy. It didn't take her long to figure out that someone had decided to join the party, and that mouse could've only been ni the form of Roland... the mouse who simply was too lazy to take a bath. Whatever reason he was here for, Miss Kitty wanted to know soon; Roland's appearance was only going to make things terrible from here on, and it was starting to show.
   "And one, and a two, and..."
   Miss Kitty fought it, and she did an okay job, to an extent...
   ---When I'm alo---aall--laooo....ahha--acchCHHEENNXX... Aloo--acchnxxXXXT-- Alone--- wwii---wiiHiiiHeh... heh...HIIeeaACCHEWWEOO... acchhEEEEE.... chchichci alone--! I feel thiss sn---AHHCCHEEEWWW! Heh, feel dis---di-AACCHEEEWWW!!
   The sneezing couldn't stop. She tried rubbing her nose furiously, but the nose simply didn't agree with her. Pretty soon she was hunched over, sneezing, arms covering her breasts as best she could. Letting go to cover her mouth would only reveal her shapely chest to her conductor and she wouldn't have it. It came to the point where she would use one arm to keep her dress on, the other to use her arm to cleanse herself. Under such circumstances she would not want to be caught dead doing such an act for fear of looking uncivilized, but there was nothing she could do at this point. How did Roland even get here? Did he sneak in? Was he appointed as part fo a stage hand? She certainly didn't see him on the way in, much anywhere else! Chances were he snuck in, if she was sneezing now!
   "Darling, what seems to be the problem?" huffed the conductor, pausing everything to a halt. As he said this, several others helped her with her dress, tissue at hand as well, sparing her the humility. The sneezes, while toned down, still didn't quite stop.
   "S--Someone here is mak-- may... mayahayah-AACeehhNSXXTTT!" she said, stifling a sneeze, followed by, "Something, I ddudnn--doeehEEWYAACCHHEEWWW... HISSNNNZXXTT.. AbbffppttCHEEEW! AACCHHEENNXXTTCHEWWW!!! Someone please find it 'cause I cah.... I cah.... I cah..."
   For every 'cah' she felt like a circus performer clown. Certainly not something she'd see herself doing, but the sneezes were coming off as dramatic and intense, fierce yet feminine all the same. Still, she was able to cover herself up before anything could be seen, and gradually, if not slowly, her sneeze fit eventually wore off. Her sentences could be enjoyed with only minor interruption. For all intents and purposes, the singing would have to be delayed until she regained composure of herself: not cancelled, merely delayed.
   "Find this woman a tissue, several tissues," said the conductor, "and have someone inspect the premises, too. This poor dear will be the death of herself if she sneezes any further. And lord knows I can't have a sneezing act all on it's own!" The rodent huffed, and stepped aside to help everyone else look for what was causing the mess. When asked if she was sick, Miss Kitty declined, trying not to sneeze in their face throughout all of the hullabaloo.
   "Cah can't... can't hold out mmoo... much longAIIEECCHEEWWWW!" she squealed in a high-pitched ssneeze. Miss Kitty's singing was good, and perhaps be it her voice, her sneezes were almost like a symphony all to themselves - changing from deep or high, much like one would over a song. That wasn't something to be proud of though, and more annoyance than anything else. Each time she bent over her tail sprang up as if an electric shock had phased her. Sometimes this rang through her a bit and hurt, other times it did feel somewhat pleasurable. Maybe at home this wasn't so bad, but here, no, this was a travesty.
   "I'm so sorry," the white mouse singer finally confided in them, "Please... I think my nose is done now, let's finish th--- thi.... thi..... this, please..."
   A comical moment of silence ensued. "All sneezed out?" one violinist asked in jest.
   "....Goodness, bless me I would ha-- haHaaaho-- AHCCHHEW... --ope sooo..." she groaned, stretching her last word out a bit.

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   The practice session, despite it's sneezing shortcomings, ended positively. For all intents and purposes she got the song finished and remembered, and managed to work in a sultry dance in the middle of it. However one stray thing happened at the back of her mind, Roland was certainly on to her. If she were any other kind of person she would without a doubt confront him and warn him to back off, but she wasn't the type to make a threat. On the way to her dressing room and her nose sore and runny just a bit, she found the last tissue she could ever hope to use and kept it with her, blowing her nose as softly as she could.
   On the way home, she would - of all things - finally meet Roland. He was out with the children and playing his usual games with them. Hide and seek mostly. Nothing had changed since seeing him the previous weeks ago: he had combed his growing hair, and rubbed the soot off of his eyes, but he otherwise looked like a scrap who had made a new home for himself in the few friendly parts of town. Armed with a handkerchief borrowed from hew new job, she found herself compelled to confront him.
   "Roland..." she said, fighting the mist of dust starting to choke their surroundings. The children barely noticed a thing, it was a wonder how she could only be effected by it. "What were you doing yesterda--- yesterdayyee-- ey, ey.... ayyaaCCHEEWW!"
   Roland blemished. She had got him now. "Oh, I was in the neighborhood. The door was open and I heard your voice, figured I'd go in and give it a listen." The moment his ears perked up and rose up to face her, he shook himself off. Miss Kitty turned away, avoiding the upcoming wave of dust, and when that finished, looked back at him. "I'm sorry, am I making you sneeze?"
   She could giggle at him, but she did her best not too. "I see... and I guess you know the play--- play--suh where I work now too, don't you, Roland?"
   "Oh yeah. Named after the Queen, right?... Victoria's Secret?"
   "Aaaphgbbtthffftchoo.... aaahhbpfffggxnks...." Miss Kitty stifle sneezed back, and while the name was silly alone, that was indeed the name of the new restaurant in which she served as the new act. As was to be said before, referencing a famous name was a cheap tactic in getting it customers. No harm there. "...yes, and you know something, Roland-- I've got a secre--- secr--.... secret, too. Can you guess what I have in my hand?"
   Roland didn't reply. "Uh, sure?"
   She walked up to him with what almost passed off to reveal to him how much she earned, but instead slapped him across the cheek. Not surprisingly, a bit of dust sprinkled right off. That's how thick he was coated.
   "Don't ever do that agh--AH---AH---AHHH--ggAgain, Roland! You know how bad it is enough with you around! Clean that fur of yours, it's driving me off the wall!"
   The sounds of sneezing could be heard on her way back to her apartment, while Roland sat there. To what extent of which was made of that, she didn't know, but she hoped this time her friend would make sense of his logic for once. There was only one way to tell he was there and that was through her sneezing. For now, all she could do was go back to her oversized couch - fit for  a rodent - and rest in it after a long day's fit.
   Until next time...


THE END?
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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #4 on: June 10, 2014, 05:38:34 PM »
(this'll be my last. you're free to imagination how it goes from there on. this was made to kinda explain how roland got in there in chapter 2).
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   Roland had finally come to terms with what he was doing. He had not only stopped following her but had also decided to take a much-needed bath, fixing not just the broken pipe near where he frequently stayed but taking a dive in the local pools to get freshened up. He was a mouse who simply cared very little about his health and the dust and soot, the dirt he attracted, never bothered him. Miss Kitty wasn't the only one who was bothered by the sneezing fits other women and men alike had done with themselves where he went, if any at all, and if anything else, it was just an overall silly thing to do. The mouse was clean now and while his fur was still as thick and heavy as it'll ever be, no one could say he wasn't half-bad looking under his pure orange color. Now, how about that kiss?
   He liked to share the story with Miss Kitty about how he snuck in the Victoria business retreat with her but it seemed as if she had finally given up on him by then. If he wasn't going to change himself there wasn't much need to try and help him. Little did she know that he had finally listened, and the once comical little scrap was going to make things right.
   Part of the reason the mouse had to admit, he was still curious about finding out more about her past and wondered, obliquely, if she had any connections to Professor Ratigan. A fool's assumption but he had heard all sorts of things about people connected to him. The fact that she always left late at night and came back early morning was enough to give any of those silly rodents and felines ideas, and Roland was no different. Of course, he was quite wrong - Miss Kitty had no connections to villainous thieves and conmen, and if she had run into Ratigan or Fidget, it was very brief and nothing short of a put-on in character during her burlesque shows. Ratigan was nasty business; long gone and presumed forgotten, along with anyone associated. Latching onto rumors and all sorts of theories, being a fan of the police gazette, only made his inner sleuth get the better of him and leading him into trouble.
   It was spring now, with winter long gone, but he could still remember the day in which he found a secret entrance into the building to see how Miss Kitty was shaping up. She seemed well to do enough; when he found in the building unforseen holes which, of course, lead to underneath the stage, he was as suprirsed as anyone would be. Humans tended to disregard such entries and the animals they were themselves were no better. He blemished when he heard her singing her first new song that he certainly hadn't heard, and sneezing all in-between it.
   By chance the newfound starlette was coming his way and he waved over to her with a smile, taking off a derby hat and hoping to surprise her.
   "Roland? That can't be you!" she teased him, giggling softly. "...Goodness, what happened? I was surprised you'd ever take that risk."
   She was still kind of coming off as surprised and impressed. His clothing was more of the same, but it looked as if he had bought off replacements. Miss Kitty Mouse smiled now, trying to remember about a bet she once made, her tail perked up with intrigue at the sight of even his tail coming off as freshly combed and bent straight. With nothing else to say, all she could do was hug him and give him a light kiss on the cheek but leave it at that, in the hope maybe he'll keep up the good work.
   "I took a dip!" Roland mused back, "The water was pretty nice, luv. And thanks for the kiss! Ya'know I've been waiting for that one for quite awhile, heh!"
   "Yes, well, it -is- rather hard to kiss you when you're soaked with all of Earth's soil."
   Roland smiled wide. He was never going to wash that lipstick away from him now. "So, uh... I guess you're workin' now for the Victoria's Secret? Boy, that sure is a fancy looking place if I ever did see one. The waiters have their own waiters and the chef's their own chefs!" Admittedly onto him, the place had it's fair share of noggin scratchers, but perhaps he was just taking it too far. Maybe it was a cover-up, maybe it wasn't, but having those secret passageways was too hard to ignore. There were still things he'd like to check out before, but not before wanting to get his neighbor in no the action.
   Miss Kitty explained to him how it was going. It was more of a restaurant and partial inn, but it had a wonderful crew. They were all varied sorts, hardly suspicious. Perhaps one incident caught her attention, in which several large men owned a table and seemed to be discussing for hours well into the night. She paid it no mind, but the image stuck with her for awhile. Knowing Roland the scrap would hear this, his imaginaion was sure to run insanely wild like a hooligan during university competitions. She relayed it to him lightly, but then quickly reassured him it was no big deal.
   "What have we to fear? I'm sure Basil is out there as we speak figuring it out," she reassuared Roland. "I'm not equipped for any murder mysteries..."
   Roland could only sigh, her attempts to phase him had gone one ear and out the other.
   "Yeah, but what if Basil's busy, luv?" he asked innocently, insistantly. "You and I could be a great team! C'mon, don't you think it's a bit suspicious they were there after closing hours? Not even the best places to go read books like the libary close -tha- late! Can't we just--?"
   It was here that Miss Kitty's nose did a wise thing, and made her sneeze on cue.
   "Ah... heehiieeAHHCHEEOW!" she sneezed, almost uncharacteristically louder than most times. She hunched forward, tail straight into the air as if someone had yanked it comically, and her nose slightly ran for a little bit. At the same time,a hat she was wearing with a rather large feather, had drooped down across her face; she stared at it, cross-eyed for a moment, before adjusting herself and fixing it back. "No Roland, I am not----naw..... nnnneh.... eehh.... heh.....eehhhhehh.... no-no-naw---NOTAAACCHHEWEWW.... AAAHHHCCHOOOEEW.... HA--HAAEENNSXXTTT..."
   Whatever it was, it wasn't Roland making her sneeze. Dreaded Spring pollen this time. She was hoping it didn't affect her in some way, but it looked like it either way. But, it did strengthen the point.
   "Alright, alright, I get it. I can't have a sneezy Watson on my side," said Roland, giving up. "But consider it, please? If anything else I can try to cover you up or, something."
   It became a little bit clearer that Roland, for all his well-intentions, was ill-equipped to handle mysteries, as much as he wanted to be apart of it. Aside from sneaking in, he was not a physical person nor was he smart to concoct or escape a trap. They would essentially be on their own and if at all possible, go through it on blind luck. Once again, Miss Kitty reassureed him through a pat on the back that he was certainly just overreacting.
   "I'll let you nn--- kno--knowhowowHEEAACHUU," she sneezed loudly, this time on Roland, sniffling. "Stop by anytime, maybe I'll even let you in for free for a baa---bahaaaHACKCCTHZNNST... backstage pass."
   He might not've gotten to solve the mystery, at least not yet, but a sneezy Miss Kitty Mouse for company wasn't a bad idea either.

-to be continued... someday-

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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #5 on: June 11, 2014, 02:41:27 PM »
Just read all three, very cute little story :)

Although honestly I've forgotten every character from that movie except Basil and Ratigan.
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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #6 on: June 11, 2014, 03:54:59 PM »
thanks :) i hope it was worth it. if i had more energy i would've had sneezy miss kitty and roland try to solve the mystery.

yeah, the movie's getting a little older these days. disney hasnt really done much with it since the 80s.

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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #7 on: June 11, 2014, 10:55:34 PM »
I enjoyed the story, sneezy. I hope you decide to continue. And thanks for entering my raffle.
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Re: [F + Disney] Miss Kitty Mouse*
« Reply #8 on: June 11, 2014, 11:05:06 PM »
no problem, and thanks :)