Mickey Pan part 2 - Meet the Duck Family


 * Narrator: All this has happened before, and it will all happen again. But this time it happened in Pennsylvania. It happened on a quiet forest in Mechanicsburg. That treehouse over there is the home of the Bear family. And Mickey Mouse chose this particular house, because there were fictional characters here who believed in him. There was Mrs. Bear.

(In the bathroom of the Bear Family's treehouse, there was a female brown bear, with black eyes, curvy ears, a stubby tail, and a black nose. Right now, she was wearing a pink underdress. She was known as Mama Bear, and she was putting on lipstick in front of the mirror for a party.)


 * Mama Bear/Mary Darling: (humming) Papa, dear, do hurry! We musn't be late for the party you know.


 * Narrator: Mrs. Bear believed that Mickey Mouse was the spirit of youth. But Mr. Bear...

(In the parents' bedroom, there was a male brown bear with black eyes, curvy ears, a stubby tail, and a black nose, wearing a white dress shirt and black pants. He was known as Papa Q. Bear. At the moment, he was searching through his drawers for his gold cuff links.)


 * Papa Q. Bear/George Darling: Mama, unless I find my cufflinks, we don't go to the party. And if we don't go to the party, I can never show my face in the office again. And if I can never show- (groans)
 * Narrator: Well, Mr. Bear was a practical man. The cubs, however, Brother and Sister Bear, believed Mickey Mouse was a real character, and made him of the hero of all their nursery games.

(In the window of the nursery, we see two shadows fighting the other with wooden toy swords. One has one in its left hand and a stool on its right foot while the other has another in its right hand.)

(One of the shadows belonged to an 8-year-old boy bear cub with brown fur, black eyes, a stubby tail, curvy ears, and a black nose. He was wearing a blue bandana tied around his head and a yellow pajama set with red stripes consisting of a long-sleeved shirt and pants. He was known as Brother Bear, and he was the one holding the toy sword in his left hand and the stool taped to his right foot.)

(The other shadow belonged to a 6-year-old girl bear cub. She had brown fur, black eyes, a stubby tail, curvy ears, and a black nose and wore a pink ribbon tied in a bow and a two-piece pajama set consisting of a yellow long-sleeved shirt with red polka-dots and yellow footed pants with red polka dots. She was known as Sister Bear, and she was the one with the toy sword in her right hand.


 * Brother Bear/John: Blast you, Mickey Mouse!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Take that! Give up, Captain Pete? Give up?
 * Brother Bear/John: Never! (pulling open a drawer that is under Sister Bear's pajama-clad feet) I'll teach you to cut off me foot!

(Just about then, an 18-year-old black mouse, named Minnie Mouse, who was Mama and Papa's adopted daughter, walked in. She had black eyes, big round ears, a black nose, and a peach face. She was also wearing a pink bow and nightgown with white ruffles and slippers and carrying a jug.)


 * Minnie Mouse/Wendy: (chuckling) Oh no, Brother. It was the right foot.
 * Brother Bear/John: Oh yes. Thank you, Minnie.
 * Narrator: Minnie Mouse, the eldest, not only believed, she was the supreme authority on Mickey Mouse and all his marvelous adventures.
 * Minnie/Wendy: Oh, Pluto, must we always take that nasty tonic?

(A dog with yellow-orange fur, floppy black ears, a thin black tail, and a black nose wearing a green collar, named Pluto, walked in with a tray consisting of a bottle of tonic and three spoons.)


 * Narrator: Pluto the butler, being a dog, kept his opinions to himself and viewed the whole affair with a certain tolerance.
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Take that!
 * Brother Bear/John: Insolent mouse, I'll slash you to ribbons!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: And I'll cut you to pieces! Aha!
 * Brother Bear/John: Ouch! Careful, Sister! You almost broke my nose!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: I'm sorry, Brother.
 * Brother Bear/John: Ah! You'll never leave this ship alive!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Oh yes, I will! Take that!
 * Brother Bear/John: Scuttle me bones, Mickey! I'll slit your gizzard!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Oh no, you won't! Back, back, back, you villain!
 * Brother Bear/John: Insolent pup!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Wicked pirate!
 * Brother Bear/John: Aha! I gotcha!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: You didn't, either. You never touched me. Take that! And that! And that!

(Pretending he was dead, Brother placed his hand over his chest, groaned a fake death groan, and fell to the floor.)


 * Papa Bear/George: (walking in) Cubs, cubs, less noise, please!
 * Brother Bear/John: Oh, hello, Papa.
 * Sister Bear/Michael: You old bilge rat!
 * Papa Bear/George: Wha, wha, what? Now see here, Sister!
 * Brother Bear/John: Oh, not you, Papa. You see, she's Mickey Mouse.
 * Sister Bear/Michael: And Brother's Captian Pete.
 * Papa Bear/George: Yes, yes, of course. Er...have you seen my cuff... Oh, Pluto, for goodness' sake! Where are those cuff links?
 * Brother Bear/John: Cuff links, Papa?
 * Papa Bear/George: Yes, the gold ones.
 * Brother Bear/John: Sister, the buried treasure. Where is it?
 * Sister Bear/Michael: I don't know.
 * Brother Bear/John: The map, then. Where's the treasure map.
 * Sister Bear/Michael: It got lost.
 * Papa Bear/George: Good heavens! My shirt front!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: Hooray! You found it! You found it!
 * Papa Bear/George: Yes, so I have. And hereafter,...don't paw me, Sister. This is my last clean...no! No!

(Mama Bear, now wearing a purple evening gown, an amethyst necklace, matching earrings, and lavender evening gloves with make-up, walked in the nursery.)


 * Mama Bear/Mary: Papa, Dear, we really must hurry or we'll be late.
 * Papa Bear/George: Mama, look!
 * Mama Bear/Mary: Papa!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: It's only chalk, Papa.
 * Mama Bear/Mary: Why, Sister...
 * Brother Bear/John: It's not her fault, it's in the story. And Minnie said...
 * Papa Bear/George: Minnie? Story? I might have known. Minnie?! MINNIE!
 * Minnie/Wendy: Yes, Papa?
 * Papa Bear/George: Would you kindly explain...
 * Minnie/Wendy: Oh, Mama! You look simply lovely!
 * Mama Bear/Mary: Thank you, dear.
 * Papa Bear/George: Minnie...
 * Mama Bear/Mary: Just my old gown made over, but it did turn out all right, and I...
 * Papa Bear/George: Mama, if you don't mind! I'd...
 * Minnie/Wendy: Why, Papa! What have you done to your shirt?
 * Papa Bear/George: What have I? (groans)
 * Mama Bear/Mary: Now, Papa, really! It comes right off.
 * Papa Bear/George: That's no excuse! Minnie! Haven't I warned you, stuffing the cubs' heads with a lot of silly stories!
 * Minnie/Wendy: Oh, but they aren't.
 * Papa Bear/George: I say they are! Captian Poot! Mickey Monster!
 * Minnie/Wendy: Mickey Mouse, Papa.
 * Papa Bear/George: Mouse, monster, poppycock!

(Minnie and Brother and Sister Bear began protesting at once.)


 * Papa Bear/George: ABSOLUTE POPPYCOCK! And let me tell you, this ridiculous...
 * Mama Bear/Mary: (about to do his purple necktie) Now, Papa...
 * Papa Bear/George: Now, Papa! Now, Papa! (doing his necktie himself, only to make a furious tangle) WELL, "NOW, PAPA" WILL HAVE HIS SAY!
 * Mama Bear/Mary: (fixing his necktie neatly) Please, dear.
 * Papa Bear/George: Mama, the child's growing up! It's high time she had a room of her own!

(Minnie gasps.)


 * Mama Bear/Mary: Papa!
 * Brother Bear/John: What?
 * Sister Bear/Michael: No.

(The blocks fell out of Pluto's mouth as he gasped in shock.)


 * Papa Bear/George: I mean it! Young lady, this is your last night in the nursery! And that's my last word on the matter!

(He turned to leave, but he tripped over Pluto. The dog tried to run, but he was unaware that he was being knocked into the blocks by Papa Bear again. Pluto tripped on a toy wagon and passed it to Papa Bear, who was now standing on the wagon.)


 * Papa Bear/George: No!

(Pluto was sent rolling across the nursery, and knocked back as Papa Bear was sent flying as the handle of the toy wagon made a rip in the rug.)


 * Papa Bear/George: NO!

(And with a large crash, he crashed into a drawer, and Pluto bumped into a wall. Some toys fell from the drawer and onto his head.)


 * Minnie/Wendy, Brother Bear/John, Sister Bear/Michael, and Mama Bear/Mary: Oh!

(Papa Bear is happy thinking it's him they feel sorry for him, but, instead, they run over to Pluto)


 * Minnie/Wendy, Brother Bear/John, Sister Bear/Michael, and Mama Bear/Mary: Poor Pluto!
 * Papa Bear/George: Poor Pluto? (standing up and pointing to the half-open door) This is the last straw! Out! OUT, I SAY!
 * Sister Bear/Michael: (embracing Pluto) No, Papa, no!
 * Papa Bear/George: Yes! (dragging Pluto across the nursery with Sister Bear still clinging to him) THERE'LL BE NO MORE DOGS FOR BUTLERS IN THIS HOUSE!

(Mama Bear just picks up Sister Bear.)

(Sister Bear begins to cry.)


 * Sister Bear/Michael: Goodbye, Pluto. (Pluto waves back.)
 * Papa Bear/George: (dragging Pluto outside) Poor Pluto! Oh yes, poor Pluto! But poor Papa? Oh no! Blast it! Where is that rope? (He turned to see Pluto with the rope in his mouth.) Oh, thank you. (As he was tying the rope onto Pluto's collar, he noticed a disappointed look on the dog's face.) Oh, dash it all, Pluto! D-don't look at me like that. (getting them bowls of water from the water fountain) It's nothing personal, its just that, well, you're not really a butler at all you're, well, a dog. And the children aren't puppies, they're bears, but Minnie's just a mouse. And sooner or later, Pluto (patting Pluto on the head) bears and mice have to grow up.

(Then he walked away, leaving Pluto sad, disappointed, and discouraged.)