Dear fellas,
I can't believe how fast things move on the outside. I saw a Miley Cyrus music video once when I was away, but now they're everywhere. The world went and got itself in a big damn hurry. The Disney board got me into this TV show called "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse" and a job as a principal actor on the show. It's hard work and I try to keep up, but my ears hurt most of the time. I don't think the director likes me very much. Sometimes after work, I go to the park and pet the dogs. I keep thinking Pluto might just show up and say hello, but he never does. I hope wherever he is, he's doin' okay and makin' new friends. I have trouble sleepin' at night. I have bad dreams like I'm wielding a Keyblade. I wake up scared. Sometimes it takes me a while to remember where I am. Maybe I should get Goofy a chessy spin-off series so they'd send me back into retirement. I could help the director while I was at it, sort of like a bonus. I guess I'm too old for that sort of nonsense any more. I don't like it here. I'm tired of being ashamed all the time. I've decided not to stay. I doubt they'll kick up any fuss. Not for an old cartoon like me.
Mickey M.