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When the prince and his bodyguard arranged their schedules, they don't sit in the palace and scribble down what would fit where. That would call for organization, and rules, and Mickey doesn't care for such things. In fact, the only reason schedules come up at all during this day is because the prince is noting Goofy's hesitance as the mouse says when he wants to see his forbidden princess again. Dog and mouse had escaped from their tutor's eyes once more, and were merrily roaming the streets of the kingdom, enjoying their freedom for as long as they could hold onto it. Mickey had been trying to pinpoint the best time to escape again in the future, but the further along they went, the more he saw that Goofy wasn't paying as rapt attention as per the norm.

Curiosity won out. "Penny for your thoughts, Goof?"

The dog looked down at his master, eyebrows raised in confusion. "I don't think they're worth that much."

After a roll of his eyes, Mickey continued. "Just seems like you're a bit… I dunno… out there." Come to think of it, Goofy had been 'out there' a lot, these past few weeks. Mickey would catch the canine staring off the distance, sighing heavily, happy or depressed about something he refused to talk about. "Feelin' okay?"

"Right as rain." Yet even as Goofy said it, he suddenly seemed to counteract it, going still. Mickey followed Goofy's gaze to Panchito's bar, where even now hollers of delight and loud music were roaring out. The dog had frozen up, unsure of what to do or where to go, unable to stop looking.

Mickey watched him for a bit longer, as pieces in his mind slowly began to connect to one another. "Goof… do ya wanna go in?"

The guard's shoulders jerked upwards, as if he had been struck. "N-Nnnn, nah, nah, I, ah, aw, well, ya… weren't ya sayin' somethin' about Mins?" He shook with each stammer, fidgeting with the spear in his hands. The streets were busy as always, people going to and fro in tidal waves of business and playing, so having stay still was an oddity, making him stick out like a sore thumb. If that wasn't enough, the outright refusal to go into the bar was also strangeness – Mickey and Goofy usually enjoyed going in to chat it up with Panchito, drinking and dancing until Horace found them and dragged them away. This current behavior, mingled with the past things Mickey had noted, formed an idea within the mouse that caused him to smirk widely across his muzzle.

"It's a girl, isn't it?" Mickey even pointed right at the bar with both hands, and enjoyed the extra stammers and stutters that came from the shaking stupor.

"Girl! A girl? Gosh, I, uh, naw! Naw, but, well, if…" Goofy wrung his hands on his weapon, not wanting to admit his reasons, but at the same time uncomfortable with lying to his friend and superior. The only way to solve both of these was a meek and nearly whispered "Maybe."

"Why didn't ya say so, ya big Goof!" Mickey elbowed his companion in the stomach, laughing with a great spirit. Why, to know his best friend had also found a sweetheart was giving him happiness unending. They were like brothers, these two, so he was eager to know all about the joy that this girl was giving the other. "Which one is she?"

"Aw, Mick." Now his shoulders went down, not sharing the same enthusiasm. "I dunno if we should be talkin' about this, out here and all…" There was no direct shame in wooing a dancing girl, if one was an ordinary citizen. However, Goofy was the prince's bodyguard, and captain of the guards, a high and prestigious position. Someone as of his noble birth couldn't just pick up a dancing girl, it was deeply shameful. He deserved someone better. That was Mickey's reasoning behind Goofy's shyness, but the actual truth was just that – shyness.

Alas, any further argument was suddenly and abruptly derailed, as the dog just then straightened up, eyes stuck on the entrance to the bar. Mickey looked over just in time to hear a melodious voice call out "Oh, cap~taiiiin~!" along with the jingling of bells. One of the dancing girls was making her way out, and judging by the deep red that was dominating Goofy's cheeks, it was the one that had taken a hold of his heart. She was indeed a beauty, a matching dog, though in Mickey's biased eyes nowhere near as pretty as his beloved Moon Princess. As for Goofy's mindset, everything about this woman was the dictionary definition of 'pretty', along with 'heart-stopper' and 'homina'. Ever so casually, Mickey stepped behind Goofy, using the bodyguard's height and Mickey's lack thereof to hide.

Draped in dress of oranges and yellows, she was a light fire with each touch of her wrapped feet to the sandy pavement. Jewelry hung off her arms and neck, and Mickey recognized such purchases during other outings with his friend – when asked the reason for the buys, Goofy had flustered and changed the subject, usually to meals. Bells hung off her wrists, her hips, her ears and hair, even at the end of her poofy little tail, creating songs for every step. Thin and tall, her slim figure caught the eye of many a passing man, who would wind up walking right into other men, causing small pile-ups here and there. She stopped right in front of him, playing with a thin, light cloth that was wrapped around her elbows, taking her time to pull it off. "I haven't seen you in so long." Even her voice was that suitable for a dancing girl – alluring, playful, the perfect mix of a childish little girl and the charms of an adult woman. "I thought you might be mad at me."

"N-Naw, I, uh, I aint, wasn't, not mad at all!" His robes felt ten times heavier, and he did everything possible to avoid looking at her face, knowing too much exposure to that would cause his heart to explode. "Just been… real busy, and all, gotta watch out fer Mick and stuff…" For a moment he confused the sound of Mickey's snickering with the girl's bells. "H-How ya been, Millie?"

The girl – Millie – sighed overdramatically, rolling her head around and tugging on her cloth, trying to give off the look of a haggard old widow. "Oh, I've been terribly lonely without my captain. I know it's your job to guard him, but he's so mean, taking you away from me."

Goofy looked over his shoulder for a millisecond, and then held up a hand in defense, trying to warn the woman without embarrassment. "Uh! H-He's not mean at all, Millie! He's a real swell fella! So, maybe - "

"Oh but he is!" Now she was right up against him, almost in his arms. Mickey had to press his hands onto Goofy's back to prevent the guard from nearly bending over backwards in shock, which was no easy task. It was obvious to everyone but the guard that the girl was 'frightening' him on purpose, the way she was fluttering her eyelashes and trailing her fingers up his arm.

~*~
Time was of the essence for this pirate – Mickey had to get out, and fast. As he raced down the hallway, he kept his eyes open for any possible signs of escape. Though one hand was clutched to the pistol in his belt, he was reluctant to use it. He didn't enjoy fighting and harming women, no matter how much they enjoyed fighting and harming him. This presented a real problem, seeing as he had somehow managed to get trapped in a N.AV.Y. bunker filled to the brim with pirate-catching women. But he had stolen what he wanted – the satchel of hold in his other hand being his reward – so all he needed to do was get out.

He rounded a corner, and stopped, seeing, up ahead, that someone had known he'd come that way. Minnie casually leaned on a wall, arms crossed, but instead of wearing her usual pout that was plastered on in his presence; she was smiling, with half-lidded eyes. The other thing that got his attention was the fact her legs were completely bare, as she wasn't wearing her usual steam-powered skates, or even socks, leaving her little legs completely out in the open. When he managed to tear his eyes away from that lovely sight and meet her eyes, she unlocked her arms, and twirled her tail much like a lasso. "Hello, captain." Even her voice had changed, being far more inviting than usual, and the flutter of her eyelashes was an additional rare factor.

The rational man would have thought 'The girl I've been chasing who always rejects me is suddenly friendly, even eager to have me here? That's incredibly different than how she usually treats me. Logically, this must be a trap, and I should run in the opposite direction to ensure I escape this trap.'

Mickey, however, thought 'LEGS'.

He released the hold on his pistol and gold, picking up speed as he sprinted down towards his darling. However, just as he was about to get his greedy hands on those lovely legs, one of them suddenly moved, shifting to meet his foot, and he was tripped! He yelped, startled, rolling on the floor in several circles until he landed in the next room, where the sound of slamming iron was heard. He sat up quickly, and realized his situation at once – he was in a jail cell, and as he turned around, Minnie had already closed and locked the door, smile gone and replaced with an expression of business. He had dropped the gold during the sprint, and so was just now a penniless moron sitting in a cell.

He moved until he was at the closed door, and sat on his knees. "That's cheatin'."

"I can't believe you fell for that." She replied dismissively, stuffing the cell key in a small pocket. "Now, be good, and be quiet." Minnie huffily turned her back to him, which in hindsight was not the brightest of ideas, now taking out a small communications device that could have easily fit on her wrist. A button pressed, a switch was flipped, and the mouse cleared her throat before speaking. "This is Private Minerva, requesting an audience with Captain Amelia."

The captain's voice flickered through the device, a mixture of curiosity and agitation. "Captain Amelia speaking. What's your status, Private?"

"I have managed to locate and capture the invader of Bunk C. Both he and I are in Jail Squadron 4. The invader is a piEEEEEEEEK!"

The woman on the other line paused to hear that sudden shriek, and never would have guessed it being the result of a pirate nibbling on the private's tail. Amelia rubbed her temples, hoping her assistant had remembered to restock her special cabinet of aspirin for whenever trouble was around Minerva. "Private…?"

Minnie looked over at her shoulder, cheeks apple red, glaring daggers at Mickey, who happily held onto the cell's bar with her tail in his teeth. "What do you think you're doing?" She hissed, keeping her voice low in a desperate attempt to not be heard by her superior.

"Whatsit look like?" His answer was rather sloppy, due to his clenched mouth, so the rest of her tail became soaked in spit. Minnie stuck her hand in-between the bars to smack her palm on his forehead, causing him to reel back and release her tail. Mickey grumbled, sitting back up easily enough, beginning to pull off one of his gloves.

Minnie took a deep breath, smoothed down her tail, and tried to look normal as she resumed speaking. "Just a… communication error, Captain. Now, as I was saying, the invader is a piEEEEEEEEK!"

Amelia buried her face in her hands. Did she even want to know what Minnie was trying to report? She had heard word that there was a possibility of an invader near that particular bunk, but there was no real cause to raise any alarms. "Private…"

The cause of the shriek this time had been Mickey's now bare hand trailing a finger down the back of one of Minnie's bare legs. His punishment this time was for Minnie to stop hard on his hand, turning around fully to screech "Knock it off! You're making me look like a fool to the Captain!"

Mickey just grinned, pulling his playful hand back. "Whadja expect, luv? Puttin' a yummy meal before a starvin' man…"

Minnie sucked in breath, trying not to scream in frustration, while her face continued to flare up. Maybe if she stood in front of him, instead of putting her back to him, he couldn't cause any trouble. "My apologies, Captain, it won't happen again. I was trying to say that the invader is a piEEEEEEEEK!" Alas, the frontal approach left her just as bare to his tricks, it seemed, as he reached out to flip up her skirt in one swift movement.

"Hey, yer wearin' the lingerie I got ya!" Mickey noted, before he was kicked in the face and sent reeling backwards.

"Do you want me to come in there?!"Minnie howled, gripping the bars, grinding her teeth together in her fury.

"Aye!" Mickey replied, and it was the last thing Amelia heard before she decided to shut off the device and get the aspirin.

~*~

Mickey had been quiet, almost unusually, as the duck woman blathered on. He merely refilled his drink, letting her drone on as he sipped. In fact, he wasn't even paying that much attention to what she was saying. Something his help and favors and background information and some other nonsense he couldn't care less. When his glass was empty once more, he straightened up in his chair, looking right at the N.A.V.Y. girl. "Listen… uh… Daffodil?"

"Daisy." She replied, leaning over his desk, trying to make sure she was going on the right path. "So, will you help me get some info on this girl?"

A snort came from the mouse, highly indignant. "What do I look like, girly? I'm a pirate, not a detective. And since I haven't heard a single talk about price comin' from that beak a yers, ye might as well step right back in from whatever air ship ye came from." He reached for his bottle, ready to refill his glass... but then decided to just drink from the bottle instead.

Daisy smiled, if one could call it that – it contained a bit too much deviousness for an ordinary smile. "I can give you something better than money."
"I just bet." Now the bottle was emptied, and he twirled it in the air.

"I've got something I know you'll want." She slid her hand into her dress, and Mickey could have gagged. Did she really think seducing him was going to win him over? He was a one-woman man. To his surprise, she pulled out something from her dress, and slammed it down on the desk. There were five photographs there, each one of that 'one-woman'.

In the first was Minnie changing out of her uniform, oblivious to the fact there was a camera in sight. In the second, she was in a spring dress, accidentally spilling some chocolate ice cream on herself. In the third, she was catching a piggyback ride thanks to their tall friend Millicent, trying to reach for something stuck on a roof. In the fourth, she was swimming with some of her friends in a delightful little violet swimsuit. In the fifth, Minnie had flopped onto her bed, ready to sleep right then and there.

Mickey dropped his bottle, and made a swipe for the photographs. "Gimmie!"

But Daisy had just as quickly collected them right back, stuffing them back into her dress. "You can have them, along with all of the others I took… along with the negatives… if help give me that information." She held onto the first photograph, dangling in front of her, as if he was a kitten and this was a cat toy. With the way his eyes followed it, she had to wonder if he'd pounce on it like one too. "Do we have a deal?"

Mickey grumbled, knowing he was being tricked, but unable to resist the chance to carry a bit of Minnie around his pocket. "…Yer a she-devil. We have a deal."