Come in!” Max said apologetically, illsutrating the last two words with a over-dramatic gesture. “Which is why I needed a job, and Donald offered me a place here.” “Yes.” Della almost frowned she didn’t want to be impolite, but on this first day of her new life, she really didn’t want to talk about her past. “Wait-that’s why they were missing those last few days - you… came back!! Of course!” “Well then, it’s… it’s so wonderful to meet you for real.” An idea seemed to strike him, as he slapped his forehead. A timid smile folding the corners of her short beak, she answered: Her boys were good friends with Max they’d talked about her, the darlings. “Y’mean”, continued Max, “Huey, Dewey and Louie’s mother?” Her whole life had been an ocean of unimportance and failure… that was, up until now. She wondered, somewhat ashamed, if Max simply remembered the newspaper articles about her trial… but even then, her story hadn’t been deemed worthy of anything more than a small column in the third page of the Duckburg Bugle. She’d hoped to become a famous air pilot in her youth, but hadn’t gotten very far when she’d met Jamie. Surely she hadn’t done anything noteworthy with her life so far. “Gee!” the young doorman answered, almost admiringly. But I do it all m’self, every day of ev’ry weak!” Suddenly, he stopped smiling and asked, with suspicion: “Oh! Dang, this reminds me. Pretty tough keeping all of’em newspaper people out, you know. The young man leaned down to face the female duck, blushing at the thought of having been recognized. “Why”, she said, “you must be… Max Goofy! Donald dear talked about you in his letters. Confident, the young woman walked to the gate of the imposing modern building, where she was greeted by a tall dognosed young man in a waiter’s outfit. However, pretty soon, she would find out all about it, for soon she’d join the House of Mouse’s staff in their extraordinary endeavor. For a few weeks after the House of Mouse’s opening, a few reporters had stood for hours in front of the house and tried to follow the exiting time-traveling guests however, they were chased away by an army of enchanted china and walking brooms courtesy of Merlin and Yen Sid before they could make any real progress. How those mix-matched figures got to Downtown Mouseton was a mystery, for only the registered customers and the staff were let in on the secret, and any who’d reveal it to an outsider would be thrown out of the club. The House itself matched its founder’s relentless flexibility its many and colorful customers came from all over the world, and many even came from the past, however that worked, or even from other dimensions. The whole planet would have been blown up by various psychos long ago if not for his relentless crime-fighting and yet, he still managed to find time to hang out with his friends Donald and Goofy, to spend time with his beloved Minnie, to study magic with the famous Master Yen Sid, to make public appearances, to work at the Walt Disney Studios, and, as of the last few years, to run the club itself. Mickey himself, mind you, was an amazing man (well… mouse), perhaps one of the most heroic people of all times. Mickey’s House of Mouse was an amazing place.
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