hey so mickey, what the heck happened ?! like are you exiled or something? do you need food or anything?? and please tell me you're getting some help with whatever you're attempting here
The thought of being in this mess flooded back to the mouse. How he wished he left the workshop untouched that day, he wouldn’t be here if he wasn’t so curious.
“Say, Mickey?” Gus began. “Perhaps we should consider taking a break. I believe the ones accompanying us are quire worried.”
Mickey looked at Gus for a brief second, before letting out a faint chuckle. “Really? Gosh, I’m sorry about worrying them! And well- I am getting tired after all.”
“That’s the spirit! Now perhaps we can rest here, there are no enemies nearby!”
Mickey sat down with a sigh as Gus floated to his level.
“Once we gather our energy, we may be able to make it up to Oswald’s castle in a jiffy!”
“I sure hope we do, seeing something other than my face everywhere will sure be a relief..”
And with that, the duo paused their journey to enjoy some time to relax amongst themselves.