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10/10/09(Sat)02:17 No.39721288Mickey is puffing along in his little tugboat, whistling his cares away. Suddenly, a tiny drop falls from the sky. Rain? No...snow maybe? No, couldn't be that either...ink? The heroic mouse decides to investigate the mysterious blot before another falls. And another. And another. The
blots begin to writhe, a whispering voice speaking intelligibly to
Mickey. More drops fall, and they slowly begin to slide together. The
blobs converge on one another, slowly becoming a giant ball of black
goop laying on the side of the tugboat. The whispering stops for a
brief moment while the ball shivers. It sprouts arms, legs, and forms
itself into a nostalgic form...
Oswald...has returned. |