Alright, here's part one of my super-dee-duper Christmas fic! ;D It takes place in the home of Mickey Mouse, on Christmas Eve, where all the characters are gathering for the annual Christmas party! Only, there's something new going on this year: non-Disney characters are being invited, and a few new romances have sprung up over the year! Will the party go according to plan? Or will it fall flat?
Miracle on Walt's Street
Chapter 1: The Mouse That Was Stirring
Mickey tapped his foot nervously, eying the hall clock with a worried expression. There were only twenty minutes till the party was to start, and that meant that people would be arriving soon. Normally, he would have been in a cheerful, excited mood. But this year, though he was still excited to see all his friends again, Mickey Mouse was more nervous than anything else.
“Mickey, don’t look so nervous!” Minnie said with a smile, giving the other mouse a quick hug. He smiled a bit at her touch, but his face still held that same look of dread as it had before.
“Aw, I’m sorry Minnie, it’s just that...” Mickey sighed. “This year is going to be so--”
"Perfect!” Cut in a cheerful but firm voice. Clopin Trouillefou was standing on the other side of the room, adjusting one last sprig of holly to the mantle.
“Yeah, perfectly catastrophic,” Puck answered from across the room, hanging something up on the large window of the room. He was the only one who could reach it without a ladder, being the only one there at the moment who could fly. Clopin was beside him in an instant, his arms wrapped around the other’s waist.
“Oh, don’t be so pessimistic,
mon ami,” The gypsy said softly, pulling the other down to nuzzle his cheek. “Things weren’t so bad when you and I showed up for Thanksgiving.”
Puck smiled, his bitter attitude melting a bit. “Yes, well, it was only the Disney characters there at Thanksgiving.”
Clopin frowned a bit. “Don’t worry, my little prince, I”m sure that we can all learn to behave ourselves tonight. I’ve met a few of these other characters, and they seem like a fine lot to me.”
“They sure are,” Mickey pipped in. “Why, most of them could pass for Disney characters. True, some of ‘em can be a bit more loose with their words,” the mouse cleared his throat, thinking of Tulio’s language the last time he had met the ex-con. “But I’m sure that we can all learn to get along. This here’s a year for change, the year that we can finally all come together and get over this silly feud.”
There. Everything looked perfect now. The tree was up, ready to be decorated by the soon-to-arrive guests, the tinsel was strung, gifts were waiting beneath the tree, and the mistletoe was hung, which Clopin and Puck already seemed to be taking advantage of. The only thing left now was...
“Tiana! How’s that turkey comin’?” Daisy Duck called as she passed through the living room. She was carrying yet another package to be put underneath the tree.
“It’s comin’, it’s comin’!” Tiana stuck her head out from the kitchen door, sweat glistening her dark face. The former waitress had been cooking all day, and was trying to outdo herself from last year, a feat that required much skill and effort. “You, know, y’all are lucky Naveen and I decided to close the restaurant for the holidays, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to do the Christmas cookin’.”
“Oh please, cher,” Clopin rolled his eyes, walking across the room again. “We all know you wouldn’t miss doing this for the world.” The gypsy gave a teasing smile.
Tiana smiled back. Before she could reply, however, she was interrupted by a loud beeping sound coming from the kitchen. She rushed back inside, calling, “Oh, shoot!” through the closing door.
After a few minutes, she returned, breathless, and carrying a beautifully stuffed turkey in her arms. Clopin arrived to take the great bird, helping Tiana carry it into the dining room to set in the middle of a lavishly set table, covered from end to end with assorted silverware and china. It was truly a meal fit for a king. Or, a quite a few kings, as it were.
“Well, I suppose that about does it,” Tiana gave a satisfied sigh, dusting her hands off on her apron. “I reckon I’ll go an’ freshen up now.” With that, she headed off in the direction of another room, where her dress that she had picked out for the evening was waiting.
“I guess that’s it, then,” Mickey smiled anxiously, eying the hall clock again. Only ten more minutes now...
Ding-dong. They all turned to face the door, surprised by the sudden ring of the doorbell. The first guest to arrive for the evening. What would they bring with them through the door?
to be continued...
I want to make it about everyone, but I'm gonna write some more Clopin/Puck Christmas stuff besides this ;D