Mickey took a deep, wobbly breath. “Oh, HIC —Toodles!”
The screen flickered to life. Toodles appeared, his face concerned. “You’ve got the Hiccups, huh, Mickey? Let’s see… today’s Mousketool is…” mickey mouse clubhouse hiccups
But Mickey, trusting the Clubhouse, poured the water into a cup. He leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and began to drink—slowly, carefully, upside-down. Mickey took a deep, wobbly breath
“Oh, dear,” Mickey whispered, then louder, accidentally shouting the word ‘hot dog’ in the middle of his greeting. “Hot dog— HIC —everybody!” “You’ve got the Hiccups, huh, Mickey
Before Mickey could object, Goofy leaped from behind the Thinking Chair. “BOO!”
Mickey didn’t hiccup. He did, however, launch a bubble from his bubble wand directly into the Mouskedoer, which started playing the “Hot Dog Dance” song backwards. The hiccups continued. Hic. Hic.
Mickey lowered the glass. He blinked.