Mickey-s Once Upon A Christmas Review

Later that night, a magical thing happened. The clock on the Mouseton town hall struck midnight, and with the twelfth chime, a sparkling snowflake drifted down. It landed not on a rooftop, but on the spot where the gear was lost.

Scrooge opened the door a crack. “A gear? Worthless, I tell you!” Mickey-s Once Upon A Christmas

Scrooge opened his mouth to refuse, but Pluto ran in, licked his hand, and dropped a new, un-chewed red ribbon at his feet. For the first time in years, Scrooge McDuck smiled. Later that night, a magical thing happened

“It’s not worthless,” Mickey said softly, holding out his hand. “It’s the part that makes the train whistle. Without it, Donald can’t give his nephews their gift. And without giving, Mr. McDuck, Christmas is just a day on a calendar.” Scrooge opened the door a crack

“It’s me, Mr. McDuck. I think you have something of Donald’s.”

The sun rose on a true Christmas morning. Donald finished the train, and its whistle blew a cheerful “Happy Birthday” tune. Minnie’s cookies, though spicy, were a hit. And at the door of Scrooge McDuck, there was a knock.

Suddenly, time began to loop.