An Epic Mickey Sequel part 11

Chapter 10
Doom paced anxiously back and forth through the room, banging his cane loudly against the concrete floor with every step. His men had been gone all day and hadn't even called to give a status report. To make matters worse, the Mad Doctor was fiddling with various devices at one of the desks and getting one the Judge's nerves more and more by the minute.
"This is extraordinary!" the Doc exclaimed, examining a small gadget with his magnifying goggles. "This modern technology is mind-boggling! What do you call this device?"
"An iPod," Doom muttered.
"Edifying!"
Doom rolled his eyes behind his dark glasses. Suddenly, he noticed hushed voices coming from the hall outside the factory office. In a quick, sweeping motion, he opened the door to find the Weasels, cringing in his presence and embarrassed that they were discovered.
"Hey, Boss," the Head Weasel began, "when did you get here…?"
He gasped as the Judge grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up to eye-level. His three associates all cowered, but at the same time sighed with relief that he hadn't chosen one of them to vent his fury on.
"When you sneak around behind my back," Doom sneered, "it's usually because you have some very bad news."
"Well, B-boss," the Head Weasel stammered, "this is how it went down: we almost had the Mouse when-"
"'Almost!'" the Judge scoffed. "Is that today's secret word or something?! 'Almost?!'"
"It weren't our fault, Boss!" the Dim Weasel whimpered. "It was duh Rabbit!"
Doom couldn't be sure, but out of the corner of his eye he could have sworn he saw the Mad Doctor flinch.
"Oh, don't tell me," Doom remarked, dropping the Head Weasel, "Roger Rabbit, the clumsiest, most inept, brain-dead Toon alive, managed to, once again, outsmart the four of you 'professional' hitmen!"
"Nah, it weren't Roger this time, Boss," the Sly Weasel pointed out. "It was a little guy. Black and white. Actually looked a lot like the Mouse-"
"What?! WHAT?!"
The Mad Doctor stood up suddenly, flipping the desk over and scattering assorted gadgets and tools all over the floor.
"Oswald the Lucky Rabbit, the King of Wasteland, is free?!" he demanded, approaching the Weasels.
"I thought you said no one could leave Wasteland!" Doom pointed out, angrily.
"He can't! He couldn't! He doesn't have a heart! It's a trick!"
"Don't worry 'bout it," the Head Weasel assured them. "We'll bag the Mouse and then we'll-"
The Mad Doctor back-handed him, flinging him against the wall.
"The Mouse is the LEAST of our worries if that Rabbit is here!" the Doc exclaimed.
"Then we'll change tactics," Doom stated, with authority. "Find this Rabbit first, then go after the Mouse."
The Judge pointed his cane between the Head Weasel's eyes and continued, "Go to the ToonTown jail and start recruiting. Offer them full pardons for eliminating the Rabbit."
"Yes sir, Judge, sir!"
The Weasels hurried down the hallway as quickly as possible, anxious to get away from the demented Doctor and black-hearted Judge. Doom forcefully slammed the door to the office and struck his cane against the wall.
"This Oswald," the Judge stated, "who is he, exactly?"
The Doctor turned to him slowly, a twisted grin on his face, and answered, "They say it was all started by the Mouse. But the Mouse began with him. You see, Oswald was the 'first-born' if you will. Disney's first crowning glory."
"Disney…" the Judge hissed.
He suddenly felt a bitter, relentless hatred for this Rabbit he didn't even know. But he did know Disney. No one knew how much deeper the situation with Cloverleaf ran. No one knew how Walt had fought tooth and nail to stop Doom, for you see, Doom had planned to demolish ToonTown to build a freeway, which would be the life's blood of his entire operation. But out of the goodness of his heart, Walt had done all he could to keep the matter private so the Judge wouldn't be completely ruined, but for Doom, this did nothing more than add insult to injury. He swore that one day Cloverleaf would crush Walt and all his dreams. He wasn't about to let another one of the Disney family get in his way again. Walt's luck was finally about to run out, and his "Lucky Rabbit" would be the first to go.

The ToonTown Jailhouse was home to the shadiest, if not the dumbest, animated characters this side of Universal City. Pete was a frequent visitor, as well as Marvin the Martian whenever he got caught with another space modulator. Tonight, there were three lowlifes in particular all sharing one cell. It was too dark for them to see each others' faces, but they would be unmistakable to fans of the classics.
"So," one of them snapped, "what're you two eejits in fer?"
"Apparently," a debonair-type voice stated, "road runners are on the endangered species list. I can't imagine why. They're all but impossible to kill!"
"What about you, ya skunk?"
"Oh, well, I was huntin' wabbits when it was actuawy duck season."
"What?! What kinda dadgom galoot would mix up rabbit season with duck season?!"
"Oh no, wait. It was baseball season."
The rowdy character started throwing a fit at being imprisoned with these imbeciles. In the middle of his tantrum, though, the door to the jail opened shining blinding fluorescent light into their cell.
"What the-? You eejits! You tryin' ta kill us?! My head hurts!"
"Aw, shaddup, cowboy," the Head Weasel sneered. "Doom's got an offer fer yas."