"Mister Mickey? Oh Miiiickey!" Kirby had returned to Mickeyjunk Mountain, this time holding onto a big woven picnic basket over his head. He looked around him, hoping Mickey was currently home.
And Mickey was! In bed. Sleeping.
Or at least he was before Kirby came in yelling. He hadn’t expected to see his little pink buddy return so soon….or at all. After all, who would want to return to Wasteland willingly?
“Whu….? Whuzzat?” He crawled out of the covers, still more sleepy thank awake as he rubbed his eyes. “Kirby…? That you? What time is it…?”








