Mouse Clubhouse Hiccups — Mickey

Mickey had just taken a big gulp of his morning sarsaparilla to wash down a Pluto-shaped cookie when it happened. Hic. His gloved hand flew to his mouth. Hic. Again. A little, squeaky hiccup that sounded like a rubber duck stepping on a squeaky toy.

And as one, the gang shouted:

Minnie looked up from her bow-straightening. “Bless you, Mickey.” mickey mouse clubhouse hiccups

“The Mousketool!” Daisy cried. “We need a Mousketool to fix Mickey!”

“It’s not a sneeze, Minnie. It’s the HIC —the hiccups!” Mickey had just taken a big gulp of

Before Mickey could object, Goofy leaped from behind the Thinking Chair. “BOO!”

The Clubhouse held its breath. Even the shutters stopped creaking. And as one, the gang shouted: Minnie looked

The screen flickered to life. Toodles appeared, his face concerned. “You’ve got the Hiccups, huh, Mickey? Let’s see… today’s Mousketool is…”