Mickey’s Racing Adventure Prologue – Story So Far…

Mickey and his friends arrived bright and early outside Professor Ludwig Von Drake’s workshop. As promised, Von Drake had all the carnival floats built and in perfect working order. However, they still needed to be decorated, and the carnival was only two days away!
“These are wonderful, Professor!” cried Minnie. “I can’t wait to get started!”
The sun seemed to smile down upon the five friends as they set about their task of adding banners, balloons and papier maché flowers to the floats. It was difficult work, but they were having so much fun that they hardly noticed. As they laughed and joked with one another, the hours seemed to fly by.
But not everyone in the town was so cheerful. High atop a lonely hill on the outskirts of town sat a creepy, run-down mansion. In the topmost room of the highest tower sat Pete, spying on the happy clan in the town far below. He scowled at the thought of how much fun they were having.
As he lowered his telescope, his eyes sparkled maliciously and an evil grin spread slowly across his face. Hurriedly he gathered his cronies together and began spelling out the details of his dastardly plan…

As the sun began to set, and the day drew to a close, Mickey, Minnie, Donald, Daisy and Goofy stopped to admire their work. “These are the best floats ever!” cheered Goofy. “I can’t wait to show them off at the carnival!”
Suddenly, the peace was shattered by the harsh sounds of roaring engines and squealing tyres. “What is that?” Donald shouted above the noise.
It was Pete and his gang speeding toward town in their souped-up race cars. The next thing the friends knew, they were engulfed in a cloud of dust and exhaust fumes so thick they couldn’t see what was going on.
As the air cleared and the sound of engines faded into the distance, they could see what was left of all their hard work. The floats had been stripped of their decorations, and not even one balloon remained. In the middle of the wreckage sat Pluto with a letter in his mouth. It read: “If you want your stuff back, you’ll have to beat my cronies! – Pete.”
Professor Von Drake ran out of his workshop just in time to see the catastrophe. “Don’t worry kids,” comforted the Professor. “There may not be time to make new decorations, but I can whip up something to help you beat those brutes. Go home now and rest, and I’ll have something ready for you first thing in the morning…”