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The mayor of Spookyville always had plenty to do at any given time. That's why he always deeply appreciated and enjoyed whatever breaks he could afford to take. One of Mayor Mickey's favorite ways to take a break was a warm cup of pumpkin tea, served from Café Cadaver. It was nestled snugly in the middle of the town, and he could watch ghosts and goblins walk down the streets. Even when he was on break he wanted to keep an eye on his precious town and citizens. So he leaned back, sipping his tea, and let his cares flow away with the tea.

"How much time we got left, Donald?" Mickey wasn't the only one at the wooden table. Chef Goofy and Bookkeeper Donald were always at his side, wanting to help their beloved mayor do the best job possible. Goofy had been the one to ask the question, leaning over to see how much tea was left in the orange teapot.

Donald was going over their schedule, flipping through his black book and checking off several things with a feathered pen – his own feather, of course. "I'd say… ten minutes. Then the Mayor is scheduled to be at the opening ceremony for Ghoul School, and then he has to meditate the Zombie Union over at Ghastly Graveyard…" he lifted his head, to make sure the mayor was paying attention. "Then a quick stop over…" He suddenly stopped, white feathers going impossibly paler, eyes wide in horror. "Oh, no!"

Dog and Mouse looked over, surprised. "What's the matter, Donald?" Mickey asked, placing his cup down slowly.

"She's here!" With only those two words the warning was automatically clear. Goofy and Mickey stood up and out of their seats to look in the direction Donald was facing, and up at the top of the block was the sight that terrified all three of them. It chilled their bones, it made them tremble, and for Mickey, his heart nearly stopped in place.

"It's Minnie! Hiiide!" Goofy yelped in terror, grabbing Mickey and yanking him under the table, with Donald joining quickly. At the top of the block was the red and black witch Minnie, Mayor Mickey's number one fan and his number one stalker. Though she appeared at first glance like an adorable little girl with pointy shoes and decorative bat wings, the trio knew her full power. She was one of the most powerful witches in the entire realm, and she had devoted her powers solely to winning over Mickey's heart. Mickey having a say in this never occurred to her. Goofy swallowed hard, trying to keep his voice to a low murmur to remain hidden, despite the fact that all three of them were in plain sight anyway. "I don't see her wand on her…"

"She doesn't need her wand all the time." Donald reminded his friend, rolling his book up and using it as a makeshift periscope. "Remember the time she got those love arrows?"

"Yeah." Mickey answered grimly, laying flat on his stomach, head propped up by his hands. "Though why she used a gatlin' gun instead of a bow is still a mystery ta me…"

"Maybe she's got a potion this time." Goofy offered while on his knees, one hand flat above his eyes to try and improve his eyesight. "Remember that time she poured that love potion inta yer soup?"

"Yeah." Mickey repeated in the same grim tone, sighing heavily. "Thank goodness it was pea soup… pea soup isn't normally bright pink and sparkly…"

Donald sat on his own knees, getting into a discussion of memory with goofy instead of keeping his eye on the girl. "Remember the time she got her voodoo doll of the mayor to work?"

Goofy easily enough came back with his own memories. "Remember the time she offered ta be his maid and wound up destroyin' his mansion?"

"Remember the time she tried to be like Snow White with a poison apple and wound up poisoning half the town?"

"Remember the time she tried ta get him a pet, and caused all of the dragons ta go on strike fer six months?"

Mickey rolled his eyes, annoyed by the debate of memories because, since all of those attempts had been on Mickey himself, he obviously remembered them very well. He was about to tell them to be quiet or else Minnie would hear them, when something caught his eye alongside Minnie. Besides her was a tall, ugly looking rat donned in black and blue with a flowing cape that caused several people behind him to trip. The attire suggested he was a warlock. It was unusual because Minnie normally didn't associate with males outside of Mickey or her chipmunk familiars. Since they were linking arms this was definitely associating.

"Hey, who's – Ow!" So surprised had Mickey been to see Minnie letting any male touch her that Mickey sat up straight, bonking his head on the table and crushing his top hat for a moment. He rubbed his head in pain before addressing the situation again. "Who's that with her?"

The boys finally stopped their debate, looking back at the witch and warlock. Donald unfurled his book, flipped through several pages, and nodded when he found the right page. "That's Warlock Mortimer… he's an up and comer in the magic department. He's really good with zombies and restoring broken and damaged things." After a pause he reached the same confusion as Mickey had. "Huh… didn't know they were friends."

"I thought Minnie didn't like other fellas." Goofy stated the well known fact, eyebrows raised. All three male heads tilted to watch mouse and rat pass.

Mickey went quiet as he watched. Maybe Minnie was lost and just needed assistance in getting around. Or maybe she injured her leg and needed someone's support in order to walk. Or maybe she had adhesive glue on her arm and got stuck on his arm. As his theories to why they had linked arms – and now, he noted, holding hands – went into the insane, he noticed another disturbing fact. Minnie was smiling, and possibly at Mortimer. That detail irked Mickey, aside from the fact that anytime a male touched Minnie, she would have them turned into frogs within two seconds, and that was if she was in a good mood.

Mickey did not like this at all. In fact, he found this most unfavorable, but he wouldn't be able to tell you why. There was just something inherently wrong about the fact that Minnie was holding hands with Mortimer, who in Mickey's humble opinion was becoming uglier by the second. The more he watched, the more the two talked and laughed, the more knots built in the mayor's stomach. It just wasn't right. For some reason, it was completely wrong.

Mickey's assistants were oblivious to their mayor's tension, and were instead reacting with delight. Donald snapped his book shutting, smirking. "Say, kind of looks like those two might be more than friends…"

Goofy understood the implication and even gave a little clap of his hands in celebration. "Aw, that's great! Now she won't go after the Mayor anymore! No more spells or poisons or tricks or anythin'!"

"Congrats, Mayor!" Donald firmly squeezed Mickey's shoulder, happy that his friend lost a very disturbed monkey off of his back. "You're finally free from her!"

Mickey's lips twitched and he smiled… yet, it was not a happy smile. His lips trembled, and there appeared to be a lurking danger behind the expression. In a swift and violent movement, he suddenly stood up and shoved the table away so now the trio was exposed to the dark daylight. Fortunately the café had been deserted, once everyone else in the vicinity had seen Minnie passing by. The assistants stared up at their superior, ready to ask what he was doing, but Mickey answered before they could. "W-well! Warlock Mortimer, huh? Huh! Huuuuuh." He stuffed his hands into his pockets, and even as he smiled, his teeth ground together. "It's a… shame, a real shame, that I didn't know him, don't ya think? I'm the Mayor of Spookyville, I gotta know everyone here. I ought to introduce myself and get to know him. It's the right thing to do."

Donald and Goofy exchanged a worried glance before looking again at their mayor. Mickey's tone was normally bubbly and friendly, as if read to lend a hand at any given notice. Now it sounded like he would take said hand and stomp it into the ground, and then bury it alive. He inhaled deeply, and shouted much harder than he meant to. "Warlock Mortimer!"

It got the warlock's attention as both he and the witch turned right over to see where the shout had come from. While Mortimer remained perplexed, Minnie's eyes instantly shone, and she released her hold on Mortimer at once. "Mister Mayor!" She squealed, and she sped towards him with all the speed of an enchanted cheetah.

The assistants were quick to act, Donald shouting "Use tactic number seven!" and Goofy shoving his arms under Mickey's armpits and lifting him upward, keeping him out of Minnie's reach.

Minnie made a few pitiful, tiny jumps to try and grab at her love, but managed to stop and take a step back, all pleasantries. She smiled, putting her hands behind her back, ignoring the assistants entirely and keeping her eyes on the dangling mayor. "I was worried I wasn't going to see you all day!"

Mortimer stayed where he was, crossing his arms and glaring at those who had interrupted his walk. "Well, ya called me, what did ya want?"

Mickey cleared his throat. "…Goofy, put me down." The dog complied, but put him on top of a table just to dissuade Minnie from trying to tackle the mayor down. "Now then… as Mayor of Spookyville, it's my job to know everyone in my town. So you and I ought to get to know each other better." His tone had calmed down somewhat, but still contained a grating that neither dog nor duck understood the reasoning for.

"Do we have ta do this right now?" Mortimer tapped a foot on the ground in his impatience. "I'm kinda in the middle of somethin'…" He gestured with his head towards Minnie, who was watching Mickey and ignoring most of the conversation.

"Yeah, we have to do this right now." Mickey said all too quickly, his nerves being tested. He did not like this Mortimer fellow, he decided. Sure, Minnie was nuttier than a jar of peanuts, but even she deserved better than some random warlock who thought he was too good to talk to the mayor. It was Mickey's job to make sure his citizens dated the correct people, right? He was just doing his job, that's all. He jumped off the table, and began to walk towards Mortimer. "What were ya doin' with her in the first place?"

Mortimer leaned down, trying to somewhat be eye level with Mickey. "How is that any of your business?"

"I'm the Mayor." Mickey said again, leaning as well, so the two could glower at each other up close and personal. "It's my job to know. Now are ya gunna tell me what ya were doin' with her, or am I gunna have to - "

"He's teaching me resurrection spells!" Minnie answered with one hand up in the air like a teacher's pet in class. "I asked him to teach me how to bring the dead back to life!"

Mickey paused, and looked back at her. "…Really? That's it?"

Minnie nodded enthusiastically, now smiling with pride and excitement. "A-huh! That way, if I ever kill you by accident, I can bring you back to life, my sweet Mayor!" She even giggled at the very notion. "Wouldn't it be romantic? I'd be your savior!" She held herself, losing herself to her wild imagination, as always. She knew her darling mayor would be ever so grateful for her help, and he'd thank her tenderly and lovingly and all night long, yes he would.

Donald and Goofy quietly began to edge away with from, Donald mumbling "And his murderer, from the sound of it…" and Goofy timidly asking his own question. "If he's just gunna teach ya new spells, how come the two a ya were holdin' hands?"

At that question, Minnie dusted off her own hand mildly. "He said he'd only teach me how if I held his hand while we went to fetch his spell book. I'd do just about anything to learn something for my Mayor!" She smiled brightly at the Mayor, and there was no doubt in anyone's mind she really meant what she said.

Mickey blinked, and in that single motion, all of his sickness and anger vanished. He was now the usual cheery mayor again, and tipped his hat to Mortimer. "Huh! Gotcha. Have a good day, then!" he smoothed down his jacket, and walked towards his friends. "Well now, if ya excuse me, I got a schedule to keep, don't wanna be late…"

Minnie moved at the same speed he did, now blocking him from going any further, hands clasped together and invading all of his personal space. "Would you like to see what new spells I learned already?" It was rather redundant of her to be asking, since Mickey's opinion was rarely a major concern of hers.

Mickey took a step back, but she took a step forward. "Ha, haha, gosh, Minnie, I'd love ta, but, well, there's the Ghoul School, and the Zombies, and…" Why did he bother trying to reason with her? Every step back he took she took one closer, and he was running out of steps and space. "And I just had this outfit dry-cleaned…" His back hit the wall, and now even her tail was getting in on it, trying to wrap around one of Mickey's legs to prevent him from going anywhere.

"Tactic number sixteen!" Donald hollered, and Goofy complied, lifting his head up and yanking out a small Mayor Mickey plush toy. He threw it as hard and as far as he could, and the overhead toy caught Minnie's attention, as it always did. She squealed in delight, running and then going into a dive bomb catch to get it snugly in her arms. By the time she finished cuddling it and giving it kisses and telling where he would fit perfectly on his shelf with all of his 'brothers', she realized what she had fallen for. When she lifted her head up to shout an angered 'Hey!', the trio had already started running away.

During the oncoming chase, Donald glanced to the mayor, inquisitive. "What was all of that, back there?"

Mickey raised his eyebrows, already back in his usual state of oblivion and good manners. "What do ya mean?"

Donald was going to try asking again, when they heard the upcoming click-clack of red high heels, and tailed it into high gear. Sometimes these breaks just seemed shorter than the last ones.