Rayman Legends Adventures in Mickey's Magical Christmas: Snowed in at the House of Mouse/Script

A certain group of people were getting ready to meet each other to go out and have fun Christmas Eve this year as they were going to visit a special club known as the House of Mouse.
"Alright, the House of Mouse," Timmy cheered, "been a long time since I last saw it."
Soon Cynthia came out in a garland green dress with boots under her coat.
"Oh, Cynthia, you always know how to make an entrance," Martin grinned.
"So do you," Cynthia grinned back.
"Don't forget about me," Teresa said as soon as she leaned against the lamp post, crossing her legs with one hand on her hip and her other around the post, wearing her black coat, but appeared to be wearing stockings with boots and had a red ribbon around a Santa hat on her head with a green ribbon on it with a bell in the center.
Timmy's jaw hit the ground. "AWOOOO-GAH!! Hullo-o-o-o, nurse! This is the single biggest present I could get," he drooled.
"Perhaps later if you behave, I'll give you a special surprise," Teresa snickered playfully.
Timmy nodded. "Found it," he replied.
"You do look nice, Teresa," Martin grinned politely to his best friend.
"Yes, I suppose so," Teresa replied, putting her hands in her coat pockets. "Let's get going. I'm just glad a certain someone is giving us time off from a mission in another world," she rolled her eyes slightly about her adventurous lifestyle.
"I guess even Fievel can give you a break during the holidays," Timmy replied.
"I guess he's not such a pain in the butt after all," Teresa snarked.
"Perhaps..." Timmy shrugged as the car continued driving.
"Man, it's snowing pretty hard......" Cynthia commented.
"Don't worry, Cynthia, we'll get there in one piece," Martin reassured.
"'Sides, we only have a few more moments til we arrive," Patch noted.
"I just hope there's eggnog," Cynthia grinned.
"Eh...I'll probably take some hot chocolate," Teresa replied.
"Same plus," Timmy nodded.
"Here it is," Martin grinned.
Soon the car stopped and they ended up parked in the House of Mouse parking lot as it was lightly snowing.
"Oh, yes, this is gonna be AWESOME," Timmy beamed as they got out and headed inside.
"Hey, welcome to the House of Mouse," Max grinned, "Teresa, Martin, long time no see."
"Hey, Max," Martin grinned back.
"Woah, that's Max, from Goof Troop, A Goofy Movie, and An Extremely Goofy Movie," Timmy remarked, "awesome!"
"Uh, yes, I'm also valet of the House of Mouse," Max chuckled bashfully.
"And a childhood friend of my sister's," Martin added in.
"Neat-o," Timmy replied.
Then Max took them to their own table where other Disney characters were shown to be hanging out, even the villains.
"Well, hi there," Goofy greeted. "I'm waiter, and I'll be your Goofy! Uh, no, wait, I think that's wrong," he said, feeling confused with himself.
Timmy chuckled. "Some facts never change."
Goofy handed them some menus where that they could pick out what they wanted, and they picked warm cider and hot chocolate to have to drink for right now.
"Ya know something," asked Timmy, "in the new DuckTales series, I kinda wonder if Goofy and Mickey exist in that universe. And if they do so, then what's going on with them?"
"Huh...I never thought about that before," Martin replied.
"That's another universe for us anyhow," Teresa added, referring to herself and Martin.
"Sounds cool," Timmy replied, "I'll make a note of stopping past there at some point..."
Soon Teresa took off her coat and put it around the chair behind her, showing a sexy red dress with white fringe with a black belt with a golden buckle, dressed like a sexy Santa Claus like from the movie Mean Girls. Timmy's jaw dropped, steam shot from his ears, and he turned into a rocket and shot into the air...after which he floated down like a feather.
"Is he going to be okay," Patch asked.
"He'll...uh...he'll be fine," Martin warned his pet.
Shortly after, Timmy returned to his normal form and let out a wolf-whistle. "Wow-eee! This is shaping up to be a real grand Christmas," he smirked, shivering like a dog.
Teresa hid a slight roll of her eyes, but them she gave a small snicker. Patch grinned, but gave a small pout as he sat in his chair, looking down from the table slightly.
"Yet, though, you all are grand," Timmy replied, "I wouldn't have gotten to where I am today without your guidance and friendships."
"Well, like I've said before, friendship is magic," Martin grinned, "we should know."
"Oh, yes," Cynthia agreed before looking to the Dalmatian, "Patch, are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Patch said, though he sounded anything but.
"What's eating ya, Patch," asked Timmy, "and I know it's not fleas. I mean like, what's got you so down in the dumps?"
"It's nothing..." Patch replied.
"C'mon, Spot, don't make me hypnotize it out of you," Teresa said to him.
"Well..." Patch gave in and mournfully sighed, "I guess I'm a little homesick right now."
"Wait a moment....you can hypnotize? That is giving me all sorts of ideas..." Timmy snarked, "but I digress. Patch, I can't say I know what it's like to be homesick, because by the time Teresa and Martin helped me defeat my arch-foe, Gridlock, the elders actually arrived to retrieve me. But I knew in my heart and soul that this world was my home now. And then...I warned them away."
"Don't get me wrong, I love Martin and his family very much, but I guess I'm just thinking about my parents and brothers and sisters a little," Patch replied.
"And there's nothing wrong with that," Timmy replied, "perfectly natural. Happens to the best of us."
"It'll be alright, Patch, I assure you," Cynthia grinned out of consolation.
"I suppose so," Patch sighed softly before giving a small grin back as he tried not to get mournful.
"Don't worry, this is a Christmas special," Timmy advised, "and if I know my Christmas specials, something wonderful ALWAYS happens to make facts better if it looks like facts are hopeless!"
"That's true," Patch replied softly, "I wish some nice turkey or ham will cheer me up a little."
"Cool. You can order once our drinks get here," Timmy replied.
Patch nodded to that.
Soon Goofy brought over their drinks. "Did you folks decide on something," he grinned.
"I suppose I'll take this Balsamic Glazed Roasted Cauliflower," Cynthia grinned back, taking a vegetarian option.
"If you have any burgers, I'll take 'em," Timmy replied.
"This turkey sandwich looks nice," Teresa added.
"Make it two," Martin agreed.
"Certainly, of course," Goofy grinned as he wrote down what they wanted before going back to the kitchen, taking their menus.
"Alright..." Timmy sipped his cocoa, "just must murder time while we wait for our food to arrive."
"Now you can meet all our Disney friends," Martin grinned, "including my cousin Ariel!"
"Alright," Timmy replied, "lead the road, bud."
"We know lots of these characters from other adventures," Martin warned Timmy on the road, "...but we didn't have a Pinocchio adventure before."
"I think the TV Movie Geppetto is underrated," Teresa commented, "I love the songs in that movie."
Then the camera glanced at her.
"Look it up, children," Teresa deadpanned to the fourth wall.
"At least they made Pinocchio nicer in the film," Timmy commented, "the book's version was less likable."
"I've never read the book, where I'll take your word for it," Teresa replied.
Soon they walked along, seeing Ariel and Eric and once Ariel saw Martin, she hugged him happily.
"Well, Ariel and Martin are cousins," Teresa warned Timmy.
"Well, I'd say that makes very little sense, but considering the crazy stuff that's happened during our adventures, I buy it," Timmy replied.
Then they went to see Belle and the Beast.
"Well, Belle and Teresa are best friends," Cynthia replied.
Then a note flashed up like in a cutout video with trivia: PerkyGoth14's favorite Disney movie is Beauty and the Beast ever since toddler-hood.
Timmy glanced at the trivia fact. "Well, she has nice taste," he commented.
Then they met Cinderella and Prince Charming.
"And this is how we first met," Martin said, about him and Teresa about the Cinderella adventure.
"It's almost nostalgic at this point," Teresa commented, remembering that was how it all started with him asking for a Cinderella adventure and to be involved somehow.
"Wow..." Timmy commented.
"Adventure is a wonderful fact," Martin beamed.
"I guess," Teresa replied.
Soon they saw Snow White and Prince Ferdinand, which annoyed Teresa as another cut-out appeared: "Snow White is PerkyGoth14's least favorite Disney movie of all time."
"I can see why. The dwarfs did more in the story than the title character herself," Timmy replied, "plus, she's the ultimate princess stereotype. Also...I didn't know his name was Ferdinand."
"Eh, that's what my Disney encyclopedia told me any matter," Teresa shrugged.
"...Alright, then," Timmy commented, "let's move ahead."
Then they walked away to meet more Disney characters.
"I believe Sleeping Beauty was my mother's favorite Disney movie, she knows that one better than any others," Teresa said as soon as they saw Princess Aurora and Prince Phillip.
"Oh. Well, it's better than the Maleficent film," Timmy replied.
"No spoilers now," Teresa warned as she yet hadn't seen Maleficent.
"Alright," Timmy responded.
"Huh...is there anyone else," Teresa paused about the other Disney characters.
"Well, there is a lot of them," Timmy stated.
"Welcome to my world," Teresa replied.
"And besides, it'd take way too long to identify them all," Martin added.
"Fair enough," Teresa replied before beaming, "hey, Dumbo!"
The big-eared elephant grinned and waved to her with his ears as he sat with his best friend: Timothy Q. Mouse.
"Nice," Timmy commented.
"We know just about everybody there is to know," Martin replied.
"Somehow, that doesn't surprise me......" Timmy shrugged.
"You wanted to be involved," Martin replied.
Soon they sat down as their food was served.
"It's always nice to have company over," Mickey grinned as he came onstage in a Santa hat as this seemed to be a really fun Christmas Eve so far.
"Whoo," Timmy cheered.
"Looks like we have a new face in the House tonight," Mickey commented.
Then the spotlight shone down on Timmy, which made everybody look at him.
"Hi, everyone," Timmy waved, "grand to be here!"
"He seems to be a friend of Teresa and Martin's," Minnie commented.
"That he is," Martin grinned, "though he's probably closer with Teresa than all of us."
"Thanks, Martin," Teresa muttered as that was almost embarrassing.
Timmy blushed. "Aw, sheesh, guys; you're making me blush," he replied.
"No one blushes like Gaston," Gaston came side-by-side suddenly.
"No one's gonna have a black eye like Gaston if he doesn't get away from us," Cynthia threatened.
"Yes, what she said," Timmy added, putting a cinder block into a boxing glove.
Then Gaston walked apart from that.
"Smartest decision he's ever made," Martin commented.
"First time for everything," Patch added.
Soon they began to eat their Christmas Eve dinner and it was very delicious and consoling.
"Oh, that was so nice," Patch grinned after he was done happily.
"No disagreement on that," Timmy nodded.
"That was a lovely dinner..." Martin grinned, "who knew the House of Mouse knew how to get home-cooking done so well?"
Everyone whispered in agreement.
"Feeling any better, Patch," Cynthia asked.
"Mm...a little," Patch shrugged.
"Don't worry," Cynthia grinned, "something warns me you'll feel right at home during this visit to the House of Mouse."
"Uh-huh! Dunno what, but wait and see," Timmy nodded.
"Thanks, guys," Patch grinned as that made him feel a little bit better, but not completely better just yet.
"Hey, no problem," Timmy replied.
"I wish your family misses you as well, Patch, but try not to get too emotional," Martin advised.
"I'll try, Martin," Patch replied, "thanks. Also, watching classic Mickey Mouse cartoons certainly helps."
"I agree with that," Timmy nodded.
Soon they completed their Christmas Eve dinner and applauded with the other guests as this was a pretty fun evening together.
"Well, everybody, that's our show," Mickey grinned as they wrapped up production, "thanks for spending Christmas Eve at the House of Mouse. Here's wishing everybody a Merry Christmas, and a safe trip ho-ho-home!"
"Well, that was fun," Timmy smirked.
"Well, we better get home," Teresa said, "I suppose I'm gonna watch Bad Santa to get into the real holiday spirit."
"Alright, I'm down for that," Timmy replied, "and my, er, present...?"
"You just might need to wait and see," Teresa replied, teasingly.
Timmy smirked ecstatically.
Soon they went to get ready to leave with the other House of Mouse guests.
"Boy, what a grand show," Mickey grinned backstage.
Pluto barked in agreement.
"Oh, Mickey, it was just wonderful," Minnie grinned back to her boyfriend, "and now we can all celebrate our own Christmas at home."
"But we can't go home," Goofy warned them as he rushed over.
"What," Mickey frowned.
"We're snowed in," Daisy pointed out the front doors.
"Now this is a fine predicament," Donald muttered sarcastically.
"Aw, maaaaaan," Timmy moaned.
"It can't be that bad," Mickey said before looking out the doors and then frowned, "aw, dear!"
"Alright, who pissed off Elsa," Teresa muttered.
"No, that's not me," Elsa interjected, "that one's fully on nature itself."
"I guess we can't go home then," Cynthia frowned.
"Did you hear, Belle? We can't go home," the Beast frowned to his lady.
"We can always build a home," one of the three little pigs suggested.
"I wish Mickey will think of something," Ariel coaxed as she stood with Eric.
"Somehow, I figure we'll need to do something," Timmy replied.
"I thought of something," Mickey grinned, "we can have our own Christmas festival right here!"
"Oh, that's a wonderful idea," Minnie grinned back.
"Aw, humbug," Donald spat out.
"Looks like he's caught Ebenezer's Syndrome..." Timmy commented, "first his uncle has it, now him."
"At least Scrooge McDuck is nice compared to Mr. Krabs in money hunger," Teresa muttered.
"Yes. At least McDuck has a limit..." Timmy replied.
"Humbug? What's wrong, Donald," Mickey frowned to the duck.
"Once again, he just doesn't have the Christmas spirit," Daisy sighed about her boyfriend.
"What about that short where the triplets wished it was Christmas Every Day? He seemed to have it then," Timmy replied.
"I'm not sure actually," Daisy shrugged about how Donald was acting.
"We'll see about that," Mickey said as they came back into the House of Mouse to continue having fun.
"Hot cocoa and cookies coming through," Goofy called out as he came out of the kitchen with the penguin waiters from Mary Poppins.
"This ought to be best for a laugh," Timmy snarked.
Daisy put a fireplace on stage as Lumiere lit it with his flames and Mickey brought out a Christmas tree while Pluto placed out ornaments from his tail. Then Goofy pushed Donald into the center in a comfy-looking chair.
"Now this Christmas festival is really starting to warm up," Mickey beamed.
"Hey, Mickey, look what I found," Minnie grinned as she came in with a box.
"Oh, boy! A box of our all-time favorite Christmas stories," Mickey grinned back as he took the box.
"Awesome! Now we have something to murder time," Timmy smirked.
"Humbug," Donald yet complained.
"Bug," Timon beamed, "we'll need what he's having!"
"Uh, Timon? I think that 'humbug' is something you say if you don't have any Christmas spirit," Pumbaa said.
"Where'd Pumbaa get smart," Teresa muttered to the others.
"To be fair, he was the more reasonable one. Remember how he described stars in the first movie," Timmy asked.
"Huh...yes, I guess I forgot about that part," Teresa replied as that was true.
"You're welcome," Timmy snickered, "besides, your Christmas gift is gonna be nice, as well."
"Trust me, yours shall be worth the wait," Teresa replied.
Soon there was a Donald Duck cartoon shown on screen, which featured Huey, Dewey and Louie.
"Alright," Timmy snarked, leaning back.
"I guess this'll be part of the Mystery Science Theater fact you were speaking about," Teresa commented as they settled in to watch the cartoon.
"Oh, heck yes," Timmy cheered.
And then, the cartoon began.
"Snowman Contest," Huey asked.
"Today," Dewey added.
"We must run," Louie concluded.
And then, the Duck triplets zipped away to get ready for the contest.
"Ah yes, the days if children weren't motivated by cash prizes to enter contests, said nobody ever," Timmy commented.
Huey began to chew some bubblegum to help them make their snowman.
"Psychics? What's that," Teresa commented in a joking fashion about how cartoon physics were much different than real world psychics.
Then Dewey made a snow cannon, but shot another snowball on top of the first one.
"I love how none of these make any sense at all, they just go with it," Timmy commented.
"I wish I could be a cartoon," Teresa added.
"I thought we were," Patch replied, "have you seen The 101 Dalmatians' Animated Series?"
"I saw it," Timmy replied.
Then the snowman was ready, but it was yet missing something.
"But, we're not done yet," Huey warned his brothers and then brought out a top hat from nowhere.
"Welcome to Hammerspace, where we have everything out from nowhere," Timmy announced.
Soon Donald came out to ice-skate while the boys got their snowman ready.
"And to think in one universe, we're best friends with Huey, Dewey, and Louie," Martin said about him and Teresa.
"And just think, in another country, Daisy's nieces eventually have their own show," Teresa replied.
"What a zany multiverse we live in..." Timmy commented. "Hey, there WE are," he pointed to three similar-looking children observing the action from a nearby hill.
"Whaaat," Teresa, Martin, and Cynthia asked.
It seemed to focus on the cartoon for right now.
"Well, are not going sledding anymore," Teresa asked as she had the sled out since they were on a hill and Donald was about to ice-skate.
"Relax, big T," Timmy replied coolly, "what we're gonna see is guaranteed to be BETTER than sledding, I joke you not!"
Donald put on his skates......and fell over. He tried getting up, but he fell down over and over again.
Teresa snorted a little to Donald's misfortune, she sounded like Gaz until she snickered at Dib's misfortune in Invader ZIM. Timmy, on the other hand, was cackling like a hyena, rolling around on his back.
"Oh, boy," Martin rolled his eyes about Donald, though he was laughing as well.
Soon Donald stood up straight and snickered. "Ta-da," he beamed, only to fall on the ice again, getting his beak stuck this time.
"AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA," Timmy laughed even harder.
"Afternoon, children, Teresa. Lovely day, isn't it," asked Justin as he was walking side-by-side.
"Hi," Teresa muttered slightly to the creepy organist.
Timmy squinted. "Who is this weirdo man, and what has he done," he asked.
"My company," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Teresa, are you comfortable in the cold," Justin asked.
"I'm fine, now please, go away," Teresa replied.
"Yes, we ain't wearing these jackets just because they look stunning," Timmy replied, putting up his dukes.
"Alright, I just wanted to make sure, maybe you'd like some hot chocolate or chicken soup after you're done," Justin offered.
"GO," Teresa complained.
"Yes, scram, vamoose, git before I make you," Timmy replied, growling protectively.
"Alright, you know where to find me," Justin replied, "Teresa, zip up your coat where you don't catch cold."
"If it keeps me from being near you, that doesn't sound too bad," Teresa muttered as soon as the rat walked astray from the children.
"You know, Teresa, he just wants you to be healthy and safe," Martin warned his best friend.
"I know," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"Yeesh, that guy is SO overprotective," Timmy snorted, "so much that it's annoying..."
"Anyhow, back to what we were doing," Martin said as he took a look at Donald.
Donald bounced around on the ice as he tried to get the ice off of his beak, but then ended up get his tail feathers in the ice hole, getting stuck briefly which made him go under the water with his beak sticking out. "Aw, nuts!"
Timmy laughed loud and long. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!"
Teresa and Martin held each other as they laughed at Donald's misfortune. Soon Donald came out, wearing pillows to protect himself as he skated along the ice.
"Now he's gonna bounce around like a marshmallow," Teresa warned the boys.
"Oh, this is gonna be NICE," Timmy smirked.
Soon Donald began to bounce around like Teresa predicted.
"It works," Donald laughed as he didn't get hurt, but then yelped as he saw barrels on the ice.
"Who left these barrels there," Martin wondered.
"Plot device," Teresa shrugged.
Donald swiftly took the pillows away and managed to jump the barrels, but got tripped up by a small root and smashed into the boys' snowman, destroying it. Teresa covered her mouth, Martin covered his ears and Timmy covered his eyes. Donald poked his head out, wearing the top hat and spitting out the carrot nose before storming away as the hat fell onto the snow lump. The boys frowned furiously at their uncle as Donald didn't even say 'I'm sorry' for what just happened and they began to plot against him.
"Alright, he deserved that," Timmy replied, "like in the Halloween short."
"You guys gonna help us," Huey asked.
"Boys, we're like family, then count us in," Teresa warned the nephews.
"Oh-ho, yes! Revenge is the name of the game, and I'm a champ at it," Lionel snarked evilly, "just ask Nathan from last month, since he was hitting on Teresa. Then I started hitting him."
Soon the six of them huddled up together to come up with a plan against Donald. Soon Donald skated along the ice as he enjoyed himself, not knowing what the children were up to. Dewey brought out a crayon while Louie had a nail, and Huey had a mallet. Timmy took notes as Dewey made an X on the ice, and Louie hit it with the nail and mallet.
"Hit on the head like a Hammer Brother," Teresa phrased, "...brother."
"Nice rhymes! Now let's watch the fun," Timmy snickered.
Soon the ice began to crack and the crack seemed to follow Donald as karma was working its magic against the hard-boiled duck.
"Hey," Donald frowned as the crack caused him to fall. "Why, I ought to..."
The crack kept cracking along the ice.
"Ah, phooey," Donald huffed before skating the other road, but the crack just kept on following him.
"That crack seems to have it out for Donald," Teresa commented.
"Yes, but it sure is funny," Timmy added.
"I find everybody's pain funny except my own," Teresa snarked.
"Doesn't everyone," Timmy snickered back.
Soon Teresa laughed with him as this was very funny and entertaining.
"Look! It's Mickey Mouse," Donald warned the crack.
The crack went the other road, only to keep chasing Donald on the ice.
"Well, that amounted to nothing..." Timmy added.
The crack followed Donald into a cave, labeled "Warning: Abominable Snowman! Do Not Make Noise!"
"Oops..." Teresa, Martin and Timmy muttered once they saw that the cave.
"Glad I'm not Donald," Teresa snarked to herself.
And a few moments later, Donald shot out of the cave, chased by an actual frustrated snowman.
"Well...I didn't see that coming..." Teresa said as the snowman was like a snowman a child would build and not like a monster.
"Can't be worse than the Bumble from Rudolph, right," Martin grinned hesitantly.
"Oh, sure, why not," Timmy shrugged as Donald ran towards the children, who'd made a new snowman......and ended up smashing into that one as well.
"Ooh," Teresa, Martin and Timmy winced to that slightly.
The nephews frowned at their uncle until they saw the living snowman.
"You WIN," said a dog guy with a mustache, handing the snowman a box, "and here's your prize!"
The snowman opened the box, and found...a pair of figure skates, which he was happy with. The nephews, however, proceeded to pelt Donald with snowballs as he ran off.
"But...he...we..." Teresa stammered in defeat about the abominable snowman winning, "ah, forget it."
Then the cartoon ended and the crowd applauded once it was over.
"Did seeing that help your Christmas spirit," Goofy grinned to Donald.
"Oh, humbug," Donald grumbled.
"Well, of course we weren't gonna resolve it that fast; we yet have more story," Timmy commented.
"Right on that note," agreed Justin, sitting at a nearby table and waving.
Timmy sighed. "Of course he's here, since he was in the cartoon..."
Teresa let her head hit the table.
"I have an idea on what might help," Minnie chortled before suggesting, "hearing some Yuletide wishes."
"Nice idea, Minnie," Mickey grinned, "because earlier today, I went out on the street to see what everybody wanted."
"Hey, that ought to get your mind off facts," Timmy beamed at Teresa.
"Yes, because nothing since Christmas like a entire lot of wishes," added 2017 Dewey.
"What have you done for Christmas," Mickey asked Goofy.
"Oh, that's easy! My two front teeth," Goofy grinned.
Then Mickey handed him a mirror.
"Huh. Already had these," Goofy chuckled.
"Ooh-gatah," Bubba the Cave Duck chuckled himself.
"The lamp," Jafar frowned, "get me the lamp!"
"What have we done for Christmas," Grumpy replied as he stood with his six other brothers, "how about bunk beds?"
"No strings to hold me down and an adventure with Teresa and Martin," Pinocchio grinned.
"Foreshadowing, anyone," commented Vince, accompanied by the other children from "Recess".
"What have you children done for Christmas," Mickey grinned to the Recess gang.
"At least two weeks of no school," TJ replied, "nice meeting ya, Mr. Mouse."
"Bugs, grubs, worms and beetles," Pumbaa grinned as he listed his Christmas wishes.
"And air freshener," Timon swiftly added in.
"Oh, because of his farts," 2017 Louie commented.
"Thank you, 'Llywelyn'," 2017 Huey rolled his eyes.
"I was just saying, Hubert," 2017 Louie retorted.
"Lou-Ellen? Like Sue-Ellen," Timmy laughed, falling on the floor and rolling around.
"Hey," 2017 Louie complained.
Teresa cupped her mouth with a small snark.
"Your voice will do nicely," Ursula snickered to Mickey, holding out her seashell necklace.
"No thanks, he's yet using it," Timmy joked in mid-laugh.
"I wish I wasn't a dumb old llama anymore," Kuzco lamented as he was a llama again.
"I think someone stole his voice," Teresa commented as Kuzco didn't sound like he did in the movie.
"They couldn't afford David Spade on a TV-show budget," Timmy explained, "they had to get a sound-alike. Happens all the time!"
"That trope is always painful to me," Teresa commented.
"What have I done for Christmas, Mickey," the Beast replied as he held Belle in his arm, "I wish that everyone will find their inner beauty."
"Aww..." the crowd awed to that heartwarming wish.
"Yes. Nice fact Melissa Fahn was able to voice your other self, and Mae Whitman prohibits your current voice," Timmy explained, "and I'm voiced by Peter MacNicol, with other me voiced by Gabe Khouth!"
"You're all I wish for, Cynthia," Martin grinned to the tomboy.
"Oh, Martin, that's sweet," Cynthia blushed to that as she hugged him.
Lionel snarked, rolling his eyes. "Well, as far as friends go.....you're certainly the best, Teresa," he replied.
"Ah, I wouldn't call myself the best," Teresa replied.
"Well, you're the only one I've known...not to mention my first friend, even if we didn't get along..." Timmy replied.
"Well, I didn't know what to think," Teresa shrugged about their first meeting, "first impressions are always strange."
"Aren't they, though," Timmy added, "but, like all first meetings, the follow-ups are usually better. At last, we became friends....and so much more~!"
"Yes...I just don't know how to react around new people some of the time though," Teresa replied.
"It's cool, I get ya," Timmy soothed.
"Now, what do you say we keep the festival going with Professor Ludwig von Drake and the Science of Santa," Mickey suggested to the audience, "featuring Cynthia's older brother and his girlfriend: Timber Spruce and Twilight Sparkle, or in this universe: Sci-Twi from Crystal Prep!"
Then a spotlight shone on a new duck with older teenagers who was the blood older brother of Cynthia with his younger girlfriend.
"Today, the Professor is going to explain with his assistants how Santa can fly all over the world in only one cute little night," Ludwig warned the audience. "If there was milk and cookies there waiting for me, I'd be flying all over the place myself," he took out a gingerbread man cookie and ate it.
Then a voice shouts at him. "LUDVIG!! DID YOU PUT YOUR HANDS IN MY COOKIE JAR?!?"
Teresa's eyes widened, but she snickered to that.
"Not now, Mummy! I'm doing my little science presentation," Ludwig replied to the voice, fearfully before turning back to the audience, "what was I speaking about?"
"Um, how can Santa fly around the world," Sci-Twi reminded.
"Oh, yes," Ludwig replied. "Santy Claus is getting everywhere in the world so fast because....he's driving his TURBO-CHARGED SANTA SLEIGH," he revealed a souped-up sleigh.
"Impressive, right," Timber grinned to the crowd.
"This buggy goes so fast, Santa can be in more than one place at the same time," Ludwig added.
"Hello, there," a second Ludwig grinned as he brought out something, "look what I brought for me; the cookie jar!"
"LUDVIG," roared his mother.
Panicking, Ludwig jumped into the sleigh. "Faster, step on it," he yelped, and the two Ludwigs flew away.
Timber and Sci-Twi watched them fly away and soon shared glances to each other.
"Alright, admit it," Mickey grinned to Donald, "hearing all about Santa had to help put you in the Christmas spirit, right, Donald?"
Donald didn't say anything and just frowned with his arms folded.
"Nothing seems to be working," Daisy frowned.
Just then, Pluto raced up, wearing a collar complete with sleigh bells.
"Aw, even my trusty pup Pluto wants to help," Mickey chuckled.
"Isn't that special," 2017 Webby beamed as she hugged Dewey.
"Yes...special," Dewey replied.
"Well, then, what do you say we show a story about Pluto," Minnie suggested to Mickey.
"How about the one where Pluto and I pick out our Christmas Tree together," Mickey replied.
"Oh, that always gives me the warm fuzzies inside," Cynthia grinned to that.
"Alright, plus it might involve some funny stuff happening in-between," PJ shrugged, "roll 'em!"
"I'm gonna help, PJ! I am! I am! I am," A younger girl hyperly warned him.
"Uh, who's that," Cynthia asked.
"PJ's little sister, Pistol," Teresa replied.
"Unfortunately.....even if she became a teenager, she didn't become less hyper," PJ grumbled under his breath.
"I guess a lot's changed since the last time we were here," Teresa commented about the various new characters.
"Certainly..." Martin replied.
"And apparently over there are the main casts from Fish Hooks and Kick Buttowski," Timmy noted.
"Fish Hooks, I remember...." Teresa replied, "not a worst or best show, I could watch it sometimes, but it could've been better."
"At best it was decent," Timmy replied.
"I'm gonna help too, right," Pistol snarked, "I'm gonna warn Dad if you won't let me."
"Uh, sure, Pistol, you can help", PJ warned his younger sister.
"Sure," Pistol snickered, "I can't wait until you go to college~...we're gonna put a bowling alley in the house!"
"Welcome to my life," PJ sighed, "I call it Hell."
Soon they began to watch the cartoon.
"Alright, Pluto! Let's get our tree," Mickey grinned as he jumped out of the house with his dog as it lightly snowed outside.
Pluto barked emotionally as he rushed out after him.
"This cartoon is so warm and fluffy..." Cynthia's voice commented.
"Yes..." Timmy replied, "kinda boring so far......"
"Perhaps it'll just be a consoling fluff for the holiday season," Cynthia said.
"Doubt it," Martin replied.
"If we're lucky, facts will get interesting..." Wendy Corduroy replied, sitting next to PJ, who went red at that.
"Hey, cousin," Martin grinned.
"Hi, Martin," Wendy grinned back.
"Seriously, how many cousins do you have," Timmy asked.
"Probably too many," Martin replied.
"Man, screw it," Timmy shrugged, "let's just watch the rest of this cartoon."
Some of the others laughed as they watched the cartoon. Mickey began to chop at the tree and two certain chipmunks were shown to be Chip and Dale.
"Oops. These two always make danger..." Timmy commented.
"Alvin is an angel compared to those guys," Teresa replied.
Pluto grinned as he followed Mickey inside the house and soon they got the tree ready with two young mouse children in the house.
"Who are these two," Martin asked.
"If I'm not mistaken, these are Morty and Ferdie, Mickey's nephews," Teresa replied.
"Mickey has nephews," Martin asked as if he didn't know.
"Yes, but they barely appear," Dipper replied, "continuity is weird like that."
"Guys, we're not focusing on the real issue here...PJ AND WENDY WOULD BE ADORABLE TOGETHER," Mabel gushed.
"Oh! Hey, Dipper and Mabel....." Teresa grinned bashfully to the Pines twins.
"U-Us as a couple," PJ blushed about being paired with Wendy, "could that work?"
"Trust me, I know what I'm doing here," Mabel replied.
"Oh, boy," Teresa muttered.
"Teresa, we shared a summer of adventure together," Mabel said, putting her arm around the elderly mouse and pressing their faces together, "don't ruin this for me!"
"How could I forget," Teresa muffled about her, Martin and Patch visiting Gravity Falls.
"Man, you guys have been everywhere! I should get more involved......" Timmy contemplated, "besides, we're gonna tie it someday, and I want to have something cool to look back on."
"Well...I guess...if you really want....." Teresa said to Timmy.
"Hey, I'm in this for the long run," Timmy nodded.
"We'll see what happens in the future," Teresa gave him a sly wink.
"So bright, that I must wear shades," Timmy blushed.
"Yes," Teresa replied, "Timbuk 3."
"Where did you get a boyfriend, Teresa," Mabel asked.
"Oh, uh, I..." Teresa stammered.
"Eh, we've been together for awhile..." Timmy replied.
"Yes..." Teresa said.
"I knew you'd find someone someday," Mabel beamed, "just like if Dipper had that crush on Wendy!"
"Mabel, I don't think Teresa wants to be reminded about that," Dipper blushed out of embarrassment.
"Since I was a girl, I really liked PJ and Max's friend, Bobby Zimmeruski," Teresa whispered to Timmy, revealing one of her secrets to him.
"You mean the one who ate the Cheddar Whizzy, awoo," Timmy replied, imitating Pauly Shore.
"Yes..." Teresa looked away, a little bashful about that. "I dunno why, it just happened....you know how children are," she paused, "huh...I do wonder what it would've been like if he were in Goof Troop?"
"Probably smaller and weirder," Timmy replied.
Morty and Ferdie seemed to have a happy ending in the cartoon with Minnie's nieces who were named Millie and Melody.
"Now Minnie's an aunt," Martin commented, "what's with Disney characters and having nieces and nephews?"
"I guess it was something they liked doing at times..." Timmy replied.
"I always thought perhaps Roy Disney was an inspiration for that," Teresa shrugged, giving her two cents.
Timmy shrugged. "Maybe."
"Yeesh, that's just swell," Mickey grinned, "isn't it nice seeing everybody get along?"
Pluto grinned back until he barked, seeing Chip and Dale coming out of the tree behind him and soon they put a sticker on his muzzle that said 'Do Not Open Until Xmas'. Then he began to chase the two chipmunks as Goofy poured hot chocolate for Donald.
"Oh, Donald, I wish you'd have the Christmas spirit," Daisy cooed, "you have so much to be thankful for."
"Don't count on it," Timmy commented, "once Donald sets into sourpuss mode, it's hard to get him out of it."
"What are you guys thankful for," Martin asked the others.
"Well, I'm thankful for Mickey," Minnie grinned.
"And I'm thankful for my new hat," Goofy added, pointing to the top of his head.
"I'm thankful for my family and friends...even if they're kinda bonkers," Dipper snarked.
"Aw! I love ya as well, Bro-Bro," Mabel beamed, hugging her twin.
"I'm thankful to have a guy like Martin," Cynthia grinned.
"I'm thankful for friendly mice who make nice evening wear," Cinderella beamed as Jaq and Gus took a bow.
"I'm thankful for laughter, joy, and the high-spirited glee that feels my heart to overflowing," Eeyore said as he looked at Pooh, Tigger, Piglet, Kanga, Owl and Christopher Robin.
"I'm pretty thankful for all the grand friends I have," TJ grinned at his group.
"We like ya as well, Teej," Spinelli grinned back.
"I know I'm thankful for all of you myself," Mikey added.
"True on that," Vince nodded.
"Alright, that's it, people, listen up," Mushu called out as he rang his gong while coming onstage next, "Mushu's onstage now, then pay attention. Ahem! Time to give thanks for the reluctant stuff. I'd like to thank the Guardian Spirits, yes, you guys, I love ya. And 'Mulan' for making me a grand big movie star."
Soon Cri-Kee hopped over with a frown.
"Alright. That's it. Hold your horseflies, I see you," Mushu warned the cricket, "I'm thankful for the little people as well."
"But we don't even know him," Grumpy frowned from the audience.
"That's Cri-Kee," Timmy explained, "he was in the first Mulan movie from Disney...and he and Mushu were both in the Kingdom Hearts series."
"Uh, thanks, Timmy," Teresa replied as she already knew that.
"Sure, you knew, but they didn't," Timmy replied.
Teresa glanced away briefly.
Soon the Mad Hatter from Alice in Wonderland sang about being thankful for hats before bringing Mickey out in a broccoli costume.
"Ohh..." Teresa said.
Louie looked at her like the clueless Nostalgia Critic.
"It's a Big-Lipped Alligator Moment," Teresa warned him like the cynical Nostalgia Chick.
"BIG-LIPPED ALLIGATOR MOMENT," a deep voice said with the logo from old school YouTube.
"SHUT UP," Timmy boomed.
"There, Donald, you see? There's lots of reasons to have the Christmas spirit," Minnie grinned.
"Oh, I don't know..." Donald muttered as he sipped his hot chocolate.
"C'mon..." Timmy chided.
"You should see our houses," Teresa said, bringing out her phone and swiping to show hers, Martin, Cynthia and Timmy's houses decorated for the winter season.
"I do wonder how Roger and Anita's place looks this year," Patch whispered to himself, feeling homesick right now again.
"Oohh..." Timmy sighed, "guys, we ought to do something for Patch, cheer him up!"
"Jingle these bells, boys," Mickey warned Donald's nephews.
Then Huey, Dewey and Louie played some music to help soothe Patch.
"Hey, that ought to work," Timmy beamed.
Patch walked over and soon laid down, listening to the song.
"WhoooooOOOO," Webby beamed, "pound these drums, Dewey!"
"On it," Dewey replied, drumming even faster, "hoo! Oh, yes! I've hit my stride, Clyde!"
Patch gave a small grin to the music and bobbed his head along.
"Nice jamming, boys," Timmy beamed, "really takes our minds off being snowed in!"
"Oh, Mickey, look," Minnie grinned, bringing something out.
"Aw, the Nutcracker," Mickey grinned back, "why, even Donald's gonna love that."
"Now here's a Christmas story with a new twist," Minnie beamed, "and it was made all the sweeter because of my Mickey."
"Aunt Minnie," twin voices interrupted, which made the mouse woman look over to see her nieces, "we wanna be in the story with Morty and Ferdie!"
"Looks like we have two more characters for this story," Cynthia noted.
"Well...alright, girls," Minnie grinned to her nieces, "your time to shine."
"Alright," Millie and Melody beamed, high-fiving each other, "Girl Power!"
Quack Pack Huey, Louie and Dewey just looked at their modern-day counterparts and shrugged.
"Quack Pack, what," Martin asked.
"Yes, I pretty wish I'll need to cover that as well in the future," Teresa replied, "I guess we would be high school aged in that timeline?"
"Well, we're college-aged by this point, then why not," Timmy shrugged.
"Put it on the list....." Teresa sighed.
Soon Cynthia wrote down Quack Pack on a long list, which reached and spread out to the floor about fandoms that Rayman had written for.
"I think the joke is obvious enough..." Timmy shrugged, "back to our cartoon commentary!"
At last, a Nutcracker cartoon started with Minnie's nieces being in the story.
"I'm Millie," the mouse girl in the purple dress grinned.
"And I'm Melody," the mouse girl in the green dress added.
"And we're aware of that," Timmy interjected.
"It is December 24th, Christmas Eve," a voice began to narrate.
"Is that John Cleese," Teresa asked, almost fangirling.
"Yes, I think so," Timmy nodded.
"Awesome," Teresa beamed.
"Young Millie and Melody waited all day for this moment," the narrator continued.
"Oh...it's so beautiful," Melody grinned to her sister as they looked through the keyholes together.
"No joking," Millie replied.
"Christmas is here," Ludwig beamed as he opened the doors.
"This runt again," Teresa muttered.
"Everything shone and glittered in the loveliest manner," the narrator said as the girls rushed inside the living room, "who, oh, who could describe them all?"
"I can," Ludwig smirked as he took out some toys, "now, this here, is a nice little dolly. And here is a kooky cuckoo clock, and look, it's a choo-choo train!"
"Excuse me, I'm trying to narrate," the narrator scolded.
"You said you wanted someone to describe all this stuff here," Ludwig frowned at the narrator.
"That was a rhetorical question," the narrator replied, "pretend like I'm not here."
"How do you expect me to ignore a big, booming voice that's blabbery-blabbering all the time," Ludwig frowned.
"He has a point. It's like trying to ignore an earthquake..." Timmy replied.
"At least John Cleese's voice is pleasant to listen to..." Teresa added, "...for me anyhow."
"It's alright, but it's tough to ignore," Timmy responded.
Ludwig muttered to himself as soon as he came to the mouse twins.
"This year, Godpapa Drosselmeyer had made special gifts for young Millie and Melody," the narrator informed as the duck approached the mice.
"Alright, little ones," Ludwig snarked, "now, these took me all----"
"It had taken him all year to build," the narrator interrupted.
"Fashion to interrupt......" Timmy snickered.
"Couldn't have said it better myself," Martin snarked back to that.
"Right...all year..." Ludwig frowned before continuing what he was saying, "it's two beautiful-----"
"Two beautiful Nutcracker dolls," the narrator informed.
"Knock-Knock, who's there? Interrupting narrator! Interrupting narrator who--WORDS," Timmy joked.
"Wow," Teresa snickered, that joke was so cheesy, but it yet managed to make her laugh.
"Thanks, you're a terrific audience," Timmy bowed.
"You're no narrator," Ludwig frowned, "you're just a grand big surprise spoiler!"
"Ignore me and give them the dolls," the narrator replied firmly.
"Well, fine, alright," Ludwig replied before looking to Minnie's nieces. "Here are the no-longer-a-surprise Nutcracker dolls. Take them already," he handed them two mouse Nutcracker dolls, which resembled Mickey's nephews.
"Oh...they're so handsome," Millie and Melody grinned.
Timmy shrugged. "Weird fact to say about a toy, but whatever."
"Oh, thank you," Ludwig grinned to the girls, "I have been taking care of myself. I've been doing some jogging, and weight-lifting----oh! You're speaking about the dolls. Yes, they're cute as well."
"Watch this, Millie," Melody warned her sister as she wound up the back of her Nutcracker doll to make it move.
Then the doll proceeded to start moving. It took off its hat and bowed to the girl and she gave a bow in response, removing her hair ribbon. Millie grinned and soon did the same fact with her own Nutcracker doll as they shared a dance with instrumental music playing.
"Alright, not bad," Timmy commented.
"I feel like I've had enough Nutcracker adventures for a while," Teresa commented.
Millie and Melody grinned as they had fun with Morty and Ferdie while Ludwig seemed to be annoyed somewhat. And they continued watching. Cynthia bobbed her head along to the music as she seemed to dance her own version of ballet despite being a tomboy. Timmy got bored after a while, where he mentally tuned out.
"Oh, I just love it," Millie beamed.
"Me as well," Melody added as they hugged their Nutcracker dolls, "oh, thank you, Godpapa Drosselmeyer!"
"Wait a moment! They're not supposed to dance," Ludwig frowned as he caught a hold of the dolls. "Must have some loose cogwheels in there somewhere..." he took away one of the dolls' heads.
"You broke him," Melody gasped and then frowned with her hands on her hips.
"Right. And just for that, I'm kicking you out of the story," the narrator replied.
"Uh-oh," Timmy snickered.
Then Ludwig was kicked out into the snow, which made the others laugh at his misfortune. Millie and Melody grinned as they hugged their dolls happily.
"Well, stinks to be Ludwig right now..." Timmy snarked.
"Ee-yes," Martin replied in agreement.
"Yes. Then I guess that's it," asked Timmy.
"From him any matter," Teresa replied.
Soon the story shrunk Millie and Melody in size and they were now the same size as their dolls and Donald had appeared in the cartoon as 'The Evil Mouse King'.
"Wait a second....wouldn't he technically be the Evil Duck King," Timmy asked.
"Isn't there a King Duck in a cartoon you watch sometimes," Martin asked Teresa.
"King Chicken," Teresa corrected.
"Oh, yes! He was the villain in Duckman, voiced by Tim Curry," Timmy replied, "that show was hilarious!"
"My mistake," Martin replied.
"If that's the case, but I have a feeling you might like your present..." Timmy snickered.
Teresa raised her eyebrows to that, feeling quite curious.
"You'll see," Timmy replied cheerfully.
"Mm...alright," Teresa replied.
Goofy also appeared to be in the cartoon as the Sugarplum Fairy.
"Goofy as a fairy," Teresa muttered.
"Why not? It's ridiculous and unexpected," Cynthia replied.
"It's Pinkie Pie, don't question---" Martin was about to phrase.
Teresa suddenly had a light-saber at him, which made his eyes widen. "I WILL QUESTION WHAT I DAMN WELL PLEASE!!"
"Well, can't argue with that sound logic," Timmy snickered, "Grop, I love if she gets mad like that..."
At last, the cartoon ended happily with Millie and Melody with Morty and Ferdie while Donald had lost in the end, despite the narrator promising him that he would win in the end.
"That was cute," Cynthia commented.
"This is turning out to be a wonderful Christmas," the Beast grinned to Belle.
"Sure, but can it beat your 'Enchanted Christmas'," Teresa replied.
"Probably not, but it was alright," Timmy shrugged.
"We completed our house," the Three Little Pigs grinned as they made an igloo.
"I knew Mickey wouldn't let us down," Ariel chortled as she sat with Eric.
Even Jafar was laughing happily. "It's nice to see that a Merry Christmas is being had by all."
"You see? Not even bad guys can exist the Christmas spirit," Patch commented.
"Well, Donald, ya feeling jolly yet," Goofy asked the duck as he seemed to be grinning.
"I dare say..." Donald grinned before frowning, "humbug!"
Everyone seemed to frown at him for being such a Grinch, except for perhaps Grumpy the Dwarf.
"I did everything I could think of," Mickey frowned as he walked away, "I guess Donald's just never gonna have the Christmas spirit."
"You did your best, Mickey," Timmy shrugged, "some people just can't be helped."
"Yes, I guess so..." Mickey sighed as he began to walk outside in the snow.
Timmy sighed, sitting down. "Well, we did all we could."
"I give up as well," Martin sighed.
"Oh, Marty, don't think like that," Teresa warned her oldest friend.
"What's the use," Patch sighed, "Donald's such a grouch, it's hopeless. And Mickey is hopeful for EVERYONE!!"
"Guys..." Teresa said, "don't be depressed."
"That's easy for you to say, Teresa," Martin replied, "you like being depressed."
"Yes...or at least moody," Patch added, "if Mr. Hopeful himself calls it quits, but it's over."
"We must do something," Timmy sighed, "problem is, I dunno what."
"Oh, I wish something that seemed insignificant at one point would come back into the climax to suddenly become the response to all of our problems," Teresa muttered.
"I think someone might need some guidance," a cricket appeared on the bridge of her nose.
"BUG, MURDER IT," Teresa yelped.
"Stop," Timmy yelled, freezing her hand, "that's not just ANY bug, it's Jiminy Cricket, Pinocchio's conscience and guide!"
"Oh, in that case," Teresa rolled her eyes.
"I figured you folks could use some help," Jiminy grinned.
"You figured, right, Jiminy," Timmy replied, "we're at our lowest point. Donald has zero holiday spirit, and Mickey's given up."
"Now, children, the Christmas spirit doesn't come from a festival; it comes from sharing the holiday with family and friends," Jiminy advised, "and it seems to me that Donald has the best friend anyone could want in all of you."
"Wow, that's pretty sweet and mushy," Teresa replied.
"Yes, but it sure fits the season," Timmy and Patch nodded.
"All I wish is that everybody has a Merry Christmas," Martin grinned, "even a scrooge like Donald Duck."
"Have you all ever wished upon a star," Jiminy grinned back, "your dreams just might come true."
"Yes..." Martin replied before he began to sing, "a dream is a wish......your heart makes...since you're fast asleep~..."
"In dreams, you will lose your heartaches......" Teresa joined him from the song from their very first ever adventure together. which made history on the Internet and the rest was history, "whatever you wish for, you keep, have faith in your dreams and, someday~
"Your rainbow will come shining through~," Teresa and Martin sang together as best friends, "no matter how your heart is grieving, if you keep on believing, the dream that you wish will come truuuuue!~"
"Hey, is this a duet, or can anybody join in," Timmy asked.
"Csendes~" Teresa shut him out just this once.
"I'm sorry," Timmy backed up.
Soon Teresa and Martin shared a friendly grin with each other since they had been friends for so long.
"Alright, I can stay on the side for once," Timmy shrugged.
Soon, the song ended before Teresa and Martin shared a hug.
"Martin, I love you, you're my brother," Teresa said.
"And you're my sister, Teresa," Martin grinned tearfully.
"And you two, are the best pals a guy could ask for," Timmy beamed, hugging the both of them.
"You're grand as well, Timmy," Martin grinned.
"And I think now you've earned your gift," Teresa added.
Timmy beamed. "Well, I guess it's alright," he shrugged casually, trying to play it cool.
Then Martin got out of the road with Patch and Cynthia. Teresa walked up to Timmy, making him back up against a wall and she put her hands over him, against the wall to make sure that he wouldn't go anywhere.
"Alright then..." Timmy replied, grinning, "ready till you are!"
"Look up," Teresa said.
Timmy looked up to see something hanging from the ceiling. "Is that mistletoe?"
"Uh-huh~" Teresa replied before pulling him into a sudden kiss.
Timmy's whole body went bright-red starting from his face, and left him with a goofy grin on his face. Then Teresa stepped back, putting her hands behind her back. Timmy let out a dopey guffaw, and stumbled about the area, intoxicated with delight.
"That was very nice of you, Teresa," Martin grinned.
"I know," Teresa rolled her eyes to him.
"Th...thaaaaanks..." Timmy beamed. "Best...gift...ever..." he grinned, before returning to normal.
"I try," Teresa replied modestly.
Soon Mickey and Patch both wished that everybody would have the Christmas spirit, wishing upon the star.
"Ya know, I think it's working," Timmy beamed.
"It's just the magic of Christmas," Cynthia replied.
"Gosh..." Mickey grinned as he caught the star.
"Let's go see Donald," Patch suggested.
"Nice idea," Timmy replied.
Soon they went to go and see Donald.
"Say, uh, Donald," Mickey spoke up.
"What have you done," Donald frowned.
"Well, uh, I want my best friend to put the star on the tree," Mickey replied, showing the star in his gloved hands.
"You want me to do it," Donald asked with a small grin.
"Well, duh! But I guess a grump like you wouldn't be interested in something like THAT..." Timmy said casually.
Soon Donald accepted the star and put it on top of the tree. The crowd beamed as the star seemed to work some Christmas magic.
"Merry Christmas," Donald grinned to everybody.
"To all, and to ALL a good night," Timmy added.
"Felicem natalem Christi," Teresa said.
The others looked at her.
"That's Merry Christmas in Latin," Teresa replied.
"Ohh," the others said, now understanding.
"And for these who don't celebrate it, Happy Hanukkah," Timmy added.
"And Kwanzaa...and all that other stuff......" Martin helped, "um...Hearth's Warming!"
"It's magical," the Beast grinned to Belle as the Christmas magic filled the House of Mouse.
Goofy served the Seven Dwarfs as they were given a lot of great food which made them happy, even Grumpy.
"Truly, a reason for the season," Cynthia beamed.
Even the magic mirror seemed to get into the holiday spirit from the spread of Christmas cheer. Yen Sid's wizard hat became a Santa Hat, Jafar's snake staff became a candy cane, and the Christmas tree on stage was accompanied by presents while Huey, Dewey and Louie played their music.
"Ooh...pretty," Pumbaa grinned.
"Oh, Dewey, this is amazing," Webby beamed before grabbing the blue clad duck and gave him a kiss on the cheek, holding him close in her arms like she was in love with him.
Dewey beamed as his face went red.
Mabel gaped with joy. "That's one relationship solidified! And now the other....." she glanced over at Wendy and PJ, "alright...I should probably find Love Power, get his potions...."
"Woah! I am not getting involved in love magic," Teresa replied, "that always leads to danger. As long as Lilo Pelekai isn't hanging around that Keoni Jameson boy. People think Jared Shapiro is bland and lackluster, that girl's just boring from the get-go."
"Ya know, Mabel, I think you should just let things work out on their own," Timmy explained, "besides, I think they're making a connection."
"Aw, c'mon," Mabel beamed, "this is a shipping special!"
"It's a Christmas special," Teresa replied.
"Yes, but it's a ship tease story now," Mabel snarked, "I'm in control now!"
"NO. Ship tease in small doses only, like comic relief," Timmy replied, "you already know how badly facts went if you messed with Love Power's potions."
"Aww...alright...well, who am I gonna be paired with," Mabel asked.
Teresa shrugged. "Randy Cunningham? I've always wanted to do an adventure series with him, I loved watching that series wherever I'd come home to visit from college."
"I remember that show," Timmy smirked, "but I always saw him getting with Theresa Fowler..."
"Yes, me as well, just teasing the crossover shippers," Teresa snickered.
"Oh, you sly rascal," Timmy chuckled.
Teresa smirked before raising her eyebrows in a playful fashion.
"That old star never lets you down," Jiminy grinned.
"Now, before we sing our Christmas carol, I wanna share one of my favorite Christmas stories with Donald and all my friends," Mickey grinned as he put an arm around the duck.
"Then what are we waiting for," Timmy asked, "let's do this!!"
The audience cheered and applauded as Mickey's Christmas Carol came on the screen.
"The first time Alan Young voiced Scrooge McDuck," Timmy beamed.
Teresa mournfully sighed.
"What's wrong," Timmy frowned.
"I miss him," Teresa frowned back.
Timmy patted her. "We all miss him. Me included. But...we can at least remember all his grand work."
"I guess..." Teresa replied, "Robin Williams is hard to get over as well."
Soon Genie looked to her and nodded in silence, agreeing with her as he heard her.
"This is irony....." Timmy replied, "but we can always remember the best times. After all, it's Christmas, right?"
"We can always try....." Teresa replied softly, "I'm sorry, Timmy, I guess I'm just thinking too much."
"It's cool," Timmy replied, "I felt the same fashion since Casey Kasem died."
Soon they looked over to watch the Christmas cartoon, which starred Scrooge McDuck as Ebeneezer Scrooge and Mickey Mouse as Bob Cratchit.
"I swear, if I had a dollar for every Christmas Carol parody I've seen, I'd probably be rich enough to get paid for this so-called fan fiction series," Teresa commented.
"They're more like retellings. Fun retellings," Timmy replied, "but seriously, there are an asshole of Christmas Carol retellings."
"Even we did our own Christmas Carol parody with an improvised RP starring Dimples," Teresa added, referring to herself and Martin.
"I must read that sometime," Timmy noted, "ya know, after our eventual Pinocchio adventure."
"Unless Teresa wants to do Geppetto," Martin snarked playfully.
"Hey, I only watched that because I wanted to see what the fuss was on classic Whose Line Is This Anyhow..." Teresa defended, "I miss watching that version of the show from until I was a girl."
"I don't know about that first fact, but I do know that second fact," Timmy replied, "though this is the last short to feature Clarence Nash as Donald before he died. Then came Tony Anselmo!"
"Look up Geppetto starring Drew Carey sometime..." Teresa said before folding her arms and giving a small snark, "it's...interesting to say the least."
"Duly noted," Timmy nodded, "I'll probably look it up on TV Tropes, then watch a review."
"You do that," Teresa replied.
"Ah, Mickey, always goodhearted, even if the going gets rough," Patch commented as Mickey played as Bob Cratchit.
"Ironic, considering he was more like Bart Simpson during his earlier years..." Timmy snickered.
"Ah...Classic Mickey....my childhood eye doctor used to let me watch them instead of eye charts wherever I had to visit," Teresa sighed out of nostalgia.
"That. Sounds. Awesome," Timmy replied, "for these of you who haven't seen his classic self, then see the game "Epic Mickey" for further info."
"Yes...Got The Power of Two on my Nintendo 3DS," Teresa replied, "I like how they used Oswald in a fashion since he was the original Mickey Mouse."
"Yes! And at least old Ozzy gets the recognition that eluded him for so long," Timmy nodded.
"That's one of the facts I really admire about the Epic Mickey series," Teresa agreed.
"Same," Timmy nodded, "also, this special was the first time Wayne Allwine voiced Mickey. Then it was a start for him AND Alan!"
"Well, I need to admit, that's a new one on me..." Martin added as he listened to their commentary.
"Exchange about Clarence Nash, but...in a fashion, this special made history," Teresa commented.
"Certainly. It cleared the road for the DuckTales cartoon and the Disney Afternoon block," Timmy added.
"Who doesn't love DuckTales," Martin replied.
"Not Pony Tales or Gotham Tales," Teresa snarked.
"You're funny," Martin snickered back, playfully rolling his eyes.
"But DuckTales! Whoo-hoo," Timmy added.
Millie, Melody, Morty and Ferdie suddenly hugged the group.
"Hey, what's that for," Cynthia grinned.
"We've never been in fan fics before," the young mouse nieces and nephews replied.
"Oh, come now," Teresa replied, "surely someone's written fan fictions with you guys around, even if you're not as popular as your Uncle Mickey or Aunt Minnie."
Timmy scanned through the archives. "Huh...no. We're the first ones to include them. We're trailblazing, folks," he replied.
This made the audience cheer for him.
"Man, what a milestone," Teresa commented for herself.
"Oh, yes," Timmy cheered.
"Jiminy Cricket; the Ghost of Christmas Past......with some 80's Disney characters from like Robin Hood..." Teresa commented.
"Uh, is that Daisy as Isabel," Martin asked, a little uncomfortably since Scrooge looked like he was going out with Daisy Duck.
"Perhaps it's Donna Duck......" Teresa replied, a bit unnerved herself.
"Oh! Perhaps it's a younger Goldie O'Glit," Timmy suggested.
Martin and Cynthia blinked out of confusion.
"Oh, isn't she that Gold Rush lady," Martin asked.
"Yes, the one Scrooge met during one of his journeys...during the 1800's," Timmy replied, "makes you wonder how old he is..."
"Really 700 Years Old," Teresa snarked.
"Well, probably 800, give or take a decade or two," Timmy replied.
"Um-huh~" Teresa gave a small hum.
"Any matter, on with the show," Timmy replied.
"It's about over," Cynthia snickered, "you've been speaking for over half an hour now."
"Really now," Timmy asked, "well, people can either look it up or watch it on Freeform once it airs in December."
"These of us who even have cable anymore," Teresa whispered as she didn't have cable TV anymore and could only watch channels like that wherever she visited other places.
"Ah, well...at least you can look it up online," Timmy replied.
"Yes..." Teresa said with a small shrug.
Soon they saw the Ghost of Christmas Present.
"Hey, it's...um...what's his name again," Teresa asked about the character chosen for the ghost.
"Willie the Giant! He was later in a few episodes of Mickey Mouse Clubhouse," Timmy explained.
"Willie the Giant! That was it," Teresa replied, "I'm sorry, I didn't watch Mickey and the Beanstalk much as a girl, unlike the Goofy Movies."
"Heeeey...how come I don't have my own movie anyhow," Pistol frowned with her hands on her hips.
"Uh...well...um..." PJ stammered to his younger sister.
"Because most times, girl, people only watch Disney toon films for recognizable characters, like Scrooge, Launchpad, Huey, Louie and Dewey.....and Webby," Wendy explained, "not very many people remember the fact that Pete had a wife and daughter, but they DO remember he had a son."
"You better write a fan fic of me OR ELSE," Pistol threatened Teresa.
"Hey-HEY!! Quit with the threatening! We didn't need to put you in this story," Timmy replied, "if anything, you're only a glorified cameo!"
Pistol frowned and walked away, grumbling a bit.
"It's alright, I'm not afraid of her," Teresa warned Timmy.
"That's what I like about ya," Timmy beamed.
"I feel so blessed," Teresa shrugged.
"Same," Timmy replied.
Martin and Cynthia chortled while Teresa glanced to them.
"What," Timmy asked.
"You two are adorable," Cynthia grinned.
"Shucks," Teresa replied.
"Yes, we know, but don't go making a big deal over it," Timmy snorted.
"We won't," Martin and Cynthia grinned.
"I guess I didn't have a reason to be homesick," Patch said, "while I yet miss my parents, brothers, and sisters, all of you guys are my family as well!"
"Damn right we are," Timmy replied.
Soon Patch grinned and even licked Timmy's face happily.
"Aw, shucks," Timmy snarked.
A blue flash was seen under a table, and two children poked their heads out.
"Sheesh, who'd have thunk Dad had a soft spot for puppies," asked Timmy Jr.
"I'd believe it...." Olivia said to her brother, "even if Mum's more of a cat person, even she seems to like the puppy."
Timmy Jr shrugged. "Stranger facts have happened. I just do wonder if we'll get our own mission..."
"Ooh...can we,~" Olivia's eyes sparkled. "I love an adventure! It's ipsum excitando~" she added in Latin.
"I think that means very emotional, but I'm only guessing from context," Timmy Jr replied, "but what would our first mission be?"
"I dunno..." Olivia said with a shrug, "I wanna meet a ghost!"
Timmy Jr yelped. "A ghost? What for?"
"I dunno, I just thought it sounded cool..." Olivia shrugged, "like if Mum warned us about that time that Scooby-Doo had to catch 13 ghosts for some dude named Tim Murphy."
"But they only caught twelve of them," Timmy Jr gulped.
"Aw, you're no fun, Fievel," Olivia pouted to her brother.
"There's fun, and then there's staying ALIVE," Timmy Jr replied, "and I intend to do as much of that as possible!"
Olivia just rolled her eyes slightly. "Mum's so lucky to have an adventurous life."
"Y-Yes, I guess..." Fievel replied, "it'd be cool if we don't almost get hurt!!"
"Well, fine...what would you like to do," Olivia rolled her eyes.
"I dunno...I mean, I'm fine with adventures, as long as we don't get wounded," Fievel replied.
"Ugh..." Olivia face-palmed her brother.
Soon Mickey's Christmas Carol ended.
"I must admit, that end song always makes me feel something," Teresa commented, trying not to get emotional.
"Yes. Makes me feel all warm inside," Timmy replied.
"I mean, it's not that I don't like danger," Fievel replied, "I just wanna have as many adventures as possible! And if I die, I can't do that!"
Soon Patch came towards the children as they spoke.
"Are you sure you're my brother," Olivia asked him out of disbelief.
"I have the DNA test to prove it," Fievel replied, "sure, adventures are grand, but dying isn't! It's not so much the adventures I fear as it is the dying!"
Olivia just face-palmed. Soon Patch came to see them.
"Then why don't you have an adventure with one of the classics and yet forgotten, such as Time Squad," Olivia teased her brother.
"I never watched that show," Fievel replied. "If anything, we'll probably end up sneaking along on the Pinocchio adventure," he added.
"Well, fine," Olivia rolled her eyes to her brother.
"Look, we'll do an adventure you want afterwards. I promise," Fievel replied, "even if I was born second."
"I go first because I'm a lady~" Olivia retorted.
"Yes, and because you're two years older than me..." Fievel added, rolling his eyes.
"That means I'm better," Olivia snickered, pulling down her eyelid to him.
"Who are you two," Patch asked, which made them look over at him.
"Ugh...just because you're older doesn't make you better," Fievel retorted, "ever hear of upgrading?"
"Um, hello," Patch called to them.
"I'm as awesome as Vanellope von Schweetz," Olivia snarked to her brother.
"And every bit as irritating," Fievel retorted, "at least she learned humility."
"Guys," Patch called.
"I know all about humility," Olivia replied, "also, I'm smart as well. I speak two languages!"
"Yes, whatever," Fievel replied, "it's just that...everyone looks at you as the bravest one, and I'm sick of being looked at as a coward, just because I don't wanna die!"
"HEY," Patch called out to them.
The two siblings looked at him.
"Who are you and what is going on here," Patch demanded.
"See these two people at the table," asked Fievel, pointing to Timmy and Teresa. "They're our mum and dad, and we're from the future...16 years later, exactly," he turned back to Olivia, "now, as I was saying.....everyone looks at you as the bravest one, and I'm sick of being looked at as a coward, just because I don't wanna die."
"Well, it's not my fault you're such a coward," Olivia warned her brother, "excuse me for trying to help you grow a spine."
"Timmy and Teresa? Got married? Oh, wow..." Patch commented to himself.
"It's not that I don't appreciate it," Fievel retorted. "It's just that I just don't want to die so early in my life! Is that SO wrong? Is it SO wrong to want to live my life?," he yelled, "but apparently, it's bad to want to live as long as possible. I should just throw myself headlong into dangerous situations I could get murdered in, because apparently that's what being brave is all about!!"
"Oh, Fievel..." Olivia sighed, "I knew we should've just stayed home and watch the movie version of How the Grinch Stole Christmas."
"Look, it's not that I don't like adventures, I do so," Fievel replied to his sister, "it's just that I don't wanna be looked down on for being worried for our safety!"
"Stop whining," Olivia complained, "ugh! Well, fine! We won't go on an adventure if it'll make you stop concerning yourself sick!"
"I didn't say that! We'll go on an adventure..." Fievel replied, "but I'm gonna make sure we don't die!"
"Oh, good grief," Olivia muttered in a Lucy van Pelt-like fashion.
Soon the nephews came onstage as their uncle sat happily in the chair. "Merry Christmas, Uncle Donald."
"Oh, boys," Donald grinned to them.
"Yes, whatever, mutter all you want," Fievel retorted smugly, "but since we survive an adventure, un-murdered, you're gonna thank me!"
Timmy poked his head under the table. "Um...future son, are you sure this is because you're afraid of dying, and not because you really want to protect your sister," he asked.
"W-What..." Fievel asked bashfully, "oh, uh, I...erm...well...we're family after all."
Timmy snickered knowingly. "Go ahead..."
Fievel sighed. "Oh, fine...I know she's really brave, and I'm NOT, and I hate being reminded of it. And I appreciate what she's thinking, trying to help me be braver, but honestly----the one fact I fear more than dying on an adventure...is the thought that she might die on an adventure, because she'll be too busy trying to bail my pathetic cowardly ass out of danger."
"I dare see..." Timmy replied to his son.
"That's why I'm so damned cautious, sis. Because I don't want either of us to bite the big one," Fievel replied, "I can handle an adventure...I just can't handle losing you. As much of a know-it-all you can be, I don't want to lose you."
"Listen, Bro, it's nice of you to care about both of us like that, but if you're gonna let a little fact like fear stop you from having a best time, then you might as well stay there on the ground, because people are gonna be walking over you for the rest of your life," Olivia advised.
Timmy glanced at his son. "Well, then...?"
Fievel thought for a while, and then responded. "Well...screw that. Sure, I'm afraid beyond belief....but I won't let it stop me from protecting those I care about...or having some fun. Sis...you're right. I should try to be braver, and I'm sorry for being such a damper on yer fun. Guess I should leave," he got up, brushed himself off, and started towards the doors, "besides, you don't need a wuss like me cramping your style."
"Fievel...stop it..." Olivia pouted to her cowardly brother.
"She's right," Timmy replied, "for someone who says they're a coward, you must be pretty damn gutsy to risk your life protecting their sister."
Fievel turned and sighed.
"Fievel, I'm sorry I was kind of a brat, but you know you can't let nothing happen to you, because then life will just pass you side-by-side," Olivia advised her brother.
Fievel sighed. "Dammit...you're right."
"Of course I'm right," Olivia snarked, "I'm a young woman."
Fievel rolled his eyes. "Yes, whatever," he snickered.
"Now hug and make up," Timmy warned his children.
Then Olivia and Fievel shared a sibling hug with each other.
"There...better," Timmy asked.
Fievel sighed. "Yes, pretty much."
"Sure..." Olivia replied.
"I think right now might be a best time for a bath," Mrs. Brisby snarked as she appeared.
"Mum," Olivia and Fievel gasped as their mother seemed to come from nowhere.
"Whaddya mean, bath," Fievel yelped in surprise, "we bathed before we got here!"
"Huh~..." Mrs. Brisby hummed with a small snicker as she put her arms around her children.
"Aw, yeesh, Mum..." Fievel sighed.
"Come along now...." Teresa replied, "well...let's move, move, move!"
"No use arguing with her," Olivia sighed with her brother.
"London from bottom to top is up, the keeper in the shop is up, and even Mrs. Mop is up, oh, what a lovely morning~" Mrs. Brisby muttered singing to herself from a childhood favorite movie, which she sang every morning to help her children awaken and get ready for the day.
"I have NO IDEA what that is," Fievel yelped, "we already bathed before we came back in time!!"
"Well, we better get going anyhow where you children don't ruin the fabric of time," Mrs. Brisby silently warned them to keep them under control.
"Ah, Mum...." Fievel grumbled.
"Now," Mrs. Brisby replied.
"Yes, Mother, of course, you know best," Olivia replied innocently.
"Alriiiighhhhhhtttt...." Fievel groused.
Soon they poofed off as this story seemed to be ending.
"That was really weird....." Patch muttered to himself, "I think I'm going loony tunes!"
"Eh, they'll be back," Basil replied, "and yes, that was real."
"That was just weird...." Patch said, "then again, the holidays are a strange time of the year for anybody."
"True that," Basil nodded.
"But I'm glad I get to spend it with you guys," Patch grinned, "my family."
"Hey, no disagreements there," Basil snarked as they all hugged him.
"Aww...Mrs. Brisby's hugging," Mama grinned.
"...I'm cold," Mrs. Brisby replied.
"Suuure you are," Papa snickered, "we've been inside this entire time."
Mrs. Brisby just narrowed her eyes before rolling her eyes, not saying anything else.
"Happy Holidays, everybody," Patch beamed.
Papa grinned and hugged Patch.
"Happy Holidays," all of the Disney characters added in joyously.
"And everyone out there, brace yourselves on Black Friday," Basil added, "it's gonna be BRUTAL!!"
Soon everyone joined together as this seemed like a heartwarming ending just in time for the holidays.
Executive ProducerDENNIS DESHAZER
Supervising ProducerJIM ROWLEY
Senior ProducerJEFF GITTLE
ProducerLINDA HOUSTON
DirectorSTEVEN FELDMAN
WriterPERRI VERDINO-GATES
Consulting ProducerBEN VAUGHN
Educational SpecialistsMARY ANN DUDKO, Ph.D.MARGIE LARSEN, M.Ed.
Performance DirectorPENNY WILSON
Production DesignerBOB LAVALLEE
Music DirectorJOSEPH PHILLIPS
Cast:Barney's Voice • BOB WESTBarney's Costume • DAVID JOYNERBaby Bop's Voice • JULIE JOHNSONBaby Bop's Costume • JEFF AYERS
Cast:Danny • JEFFREY HOODKeesha • MERA BAKERJeff • AUSTIN BALLKeesha • MERA BAKERMiss Etta Kette • BRICE ARMSTRONGScooter McNutty • TODD DUFFYBooker T. Bookworm • EARL FISHER
Production ManagerCHARLOTTE SPIVEY
Associate DirectorTERRIE DAVIS
Writing CoordinatorPERRI VERDINO-GATES
Art DirectorELIZABETH SAGAN VELTEN
Wardrobe Supervisor/DesignerLISA ODETTE ALBERTSON
Lighting DesignerKEN CRAIG
Lighting DirectorMURRAY CAMPBELL
Stage ManagerJENA ATCHISON
Post Production SupervisorBOB DAUBER
Technical Operations SupervisorRANDY BREEDLOVE
EditorsLAURA CARGILEMCKEE SMITH
Audio DirectorDAVID BOOTHE
Production AudioRON BALENTINE
Make-Up DesignJEANIE L. D'IORIO
Manager of Music ServicesLISA ARBUCKLE GREIF
Manager of Talent ServicesJULIE HUTCHINGS
Script SupervisorCATHERINE REYNOLDS
Original Barney, Baby Bopand B.J. Costumes byIRENE COREYDESIGN ASSOCIATES
"I Love You" lyrics byLEE BERNSTEIN (BMI)Melody Traditional © Shimbarah Music (BMI)
Produced by The Lyons Groupand Connecticut Public Television
For Connecticut Public TelevisionExecutive in ChargeLARRY RIFKIN
The names and characters Barney,Baby Bop, B.J., Stella the Storyteller,Scooter McNutty, Miss Etta Ketteand Booker T. Bookworm aretrademarks of Lyons Partnership, L.P.
Barney and B.J., "Barney & Friends"and the Barney and children logoare Reg. U.S. Pat & Tm. Off.
Executive in ChargeRICHARD C. LEACH
Barney and the Backyard Gang®and Barney & Friends® wereoriginally developed bySHERYL LEACH,KATHY PARKERand DENNIS DESHAZER
Copyright © 2001 Lyons Partnership, L.P.All rights reserved.