Picking The Mouseketools In Pluto's Best Work -

Mickey glanced at the remaining tools: rubber bone, fan, banana. "The bone won't stop noise. The banana is for lunch... Aha!"

The final challenge was the worst. The vacuum sat in the middle of the finish line, growling and sucking up the tennis balls Pluto was supposed to fetch. picking the mouseketools in pluto's best

At the starting line, the tunnel was dark and rustled with leaves. Pluto refused to go in. Mickey glanced at the remaining tools: rubber bone,

But Pluto was nervous. He whimpered and spun in three circles, his tail tucked. The course had tunnels, a wobbly bridge, and worst of all—a scary vacuum cleaner at the finish line that spit out tennis balls. Pluto refused to go in

The bridge was a series of rolling logs. Pluto stepped on one and slipped, his paws sliding sideways.

"Don't forget the Mouseketools!" Mickey sang. He looked at the feather duster. "Soft, not scary." He tied it to a stick and gently brushed Pluto's nose. Pluto wagged his tail—it tickled! Then Mickey used the feather duster to sweep the leaves out of the tunnel. Pluto saw the light at the other end and zoomed right through.

"Hmm," Mickey said, rubbing his chin. "These are for 'Pluto's Best.' What's first?"